At my lowest point (Ice, blood and black sand)

Cruel torture

*Jamie*

Jamie thought hard.

It was friday night and he was lying next to the cold spirit of winter, paying absolutely no attention to him. Even though he had saved him from self-harm, he was fighting a battle inside his mind that meant he couldn't even look at Jack.

His thoughts changed quickly as the seconds went by, slightly interrupted by Jack's light snoring. He thought about how his friends had left him because they did not accept him for who he was, he wonder whether that was the reason his mother wasn't home anymore as well. He thought about Jack, and how was angry with him for not showing himself all those years ago to keep him sane. He stopped once he was reminded that he was crushing on the ice Guardian.

Jamie rubbed his eyes and sat out of bed to wash his face with cold water. He was toweling his face dry, when he looked up into the mirror to look at his relfection.

Pathetic. 

He rested against the sink with each hand on either side of the bowl and stared down at the plug, his tears began to well in his eyes, but they did not spill. 

He looked back up at his reflection and screamed loudly when he saw the dark, tall skinny figure standing beside him.

"Jamie." Pitch said in a soft voice, placing his hand on Jamie's shoulder causing him to flinch and pull away.

"Don't touch me." Jamie hissed back at him, his expression darker than Pitches sand.

"Tsk tsk, don't be so annoying," Pitch began, he hicked, "You've been speaking with Jack haven't you? Are you two a couple or what?"

He giggle and slid to the other side of Jamie before pressing his face close with him.

"You don't need him you know, all he's done is let you down." 

"He-he hasn't let me down, he's been the best thing I could ask for." Jamie said, pulling away from pitch and walking to the door.

"Uh uh, you don't want to open that. Jack is sleeping, and I'd hate to wake him."

Jamie slid his hand off the gilded door handle, but he didn't turn back to face him.

"It took a long time to realise that I was needing something, and that something is you Jamie." Pitch said wrapping his hand around Jamie's waist and pulling his back into his chest. Jamie struggled to get out of his grip. but fell limp in defeat.

"What are you talking about?" Jamie whispered, his head pointed down and he stared at the tiled floor.

"I've always wanted to get my revenge on Jack, but up until recently I haven't thought of the best way to get it, until I remembered you." He answered, he spoke as if it were the most simple thing on the planet.

"M-me? What are you doing with me!?" Jamie snapped. He broke free of Pitch's grasp and stepped away from him, he didn't even care.

"Jack has always had a fondness for you Jamie, you were the first human to believe in him."

Jamie stared at a spot in the distance, not really focusing on anything, but not willing to look pitch in the eyes.

"So, when I realised that he had feelings for you, I knew that the best way to get my revenge was to capture you."

Jamie's heart stopped.

"Y-you can't take me! I wasn't invovled in this!" Jamie screamed, his tears coming back.

"And when he comes back to rescue you, there I will kill him."

Jamie didn't have the chance to react, because a cloud of black sand engulfed him into a pit of nightmares and horrific dreams.

There was a strong taste of metal at the back of Jamie's tongue, and he could taste it even before he woke up. When he finally did, he found himself lying on a cold, dirty, concrete floor basing a small room with a sealed steel door at the front. The only light available was from the small window behind Jamie's stiff body creating a yellow grid like pattern on his face, which was probably the reason he woke up in the first place.

He opened his eyes, and quickly shut them as the harsh light burned his eyes. His shuffled his bruised and aching body to the corner of the prison like cell away from the intense glare of whatever was outside and into the darkness. He let his eyes adjust to his surroundings and he saw an empty room, except for a bench at the back wall and hooks above it almost seeming to hold clothing. He had no idea where Pitch had taken him, and in his distraught sadness, he heaved in a sigh. That was a mistake.

The whole room was filled with a thick layer of dust or smoke and it filled Jamie's system, depriving it of pure oxygen. Jamie hacked up his froth corrupted lungs and his eyes watered as he gagged and chocked, clutching to the bench behind him. He calmed down eventually, and he cleared his throat deeply before pulling himself to stand and sit down on the bench,  his head lay frustrated in his hands.

The coughing and wheezing must have alerted Pitch that Jamie had woken, because not a minute later Pitch was unlocking the sealed metal door and entered the room. He walked slowly to the crumbled figure on the bench and sat beside him, placing a bony hand on Jamie's shoulder.

"This'll be your new home for a while, get used to it in here. Now don't think I'm torturing you Jamie, I just don't want you to escape, you see?"  Pitch said in a husky, but somehow restful voice.

Now if Jamie had have been in the right physical state, he would most definitely have punched the lights out of Pitch, and made a run for the door, but he was too weak and Pitch new this. He rubbed Jamie's back and Jamie pulled away quickly, almost as fast as reacting to an accidental touch to a hot stove. Pitch scowled and pulled Jamie's face to look at him.

"Jamie, I don't want to hurt you, I have no plan to. But you'll need to cooperate with me or Sophie won't have an older brother to close her bedroom window at night." Pitch said. Jamie's eyes grew wide at Pitch's threat, and retreated from his grip slowly.

Pitch's actions grew gentle and soft again, pulling Jamie's face close to his again, staring into his frightened eyes.

"W-what are you doing?" Jamie said, he gulped and thought later that maybe he didn't want to know. Pitch let out a small chuckle.

"When Jack comes here and finds you, he's going to fight. I've seen how powerful he has become, and I can't let him win. So, when he realizes that you've fallen in love with me and that you've discarded him from your life, he'll be so full of sadness and doubt that he won't have the energy to fight, and it'll make killing him as simple as killing a fly." Pitch said, and added a smirk for full effect.

Jamie's breath cut short and as he realized what Pitch was saying.

"You're going to pretend th-" Jamie started to say, before Pitch pulled him up onto his lap in a straddling position and pressed his forehead on Jamie's. 

"You're sick." He  finished, he couldn't stop what Pitch was doing, and he had to let the coarse, scaly feeling of Pitch's skin as he caressed Jamie's cheek with his long, grey thumb.

"I know." 

Pitch's laugh sent shivers down Jamie's spine, and he feared most what Pitch might do before Jack even got here.

Pitch began sliding his free hand up Jamie's thigh towards his crotch area, making Jamie tense up in panic.

(A/N: Sorry this took so long to update. It's a little short as well, I did have a chapter ready to publish last Sunday, but I realized a few things weren't working and I had to postpone, thanks for understanding xx)