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Jaime's POV

Hurts.

Both my body and my heart.

I slowly crack open my eyes to a dark cell with a single light in the middle and myself, stripped down to my boxers, tied up by thick chains and handcuffs to a cold metal chair.

A wicked chuckle echoed along the empty walls as the bastard himself appeared into front of my barricaded body.

I struggled in my restraints. "You fucking monster!"

"Temper, temper, little one. Feisty thing, no wonder Jack fancies you," Pitch Black crooned.

I gasped. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!?!"

"Down boy! Nothing...as of yet," he sneered.

I screamed bloody murder and pulled at the metal, not stopping even when I felt the blood pool at my wrists.

Pitch disappeared, leaving me alone once again with the echo of his laugh.

Jack's POV

"That pig!"

"Oi, he's a dead bloke!"

"I'll hit him right in the babushka!!"

Sandy twinkled along with the lot as he pulled his hands up in a fighter's stance.

They all were gathered around me while I sat in the windowsill, thinking once again.

I will fight harder than ever before.

Pitch has gone too far this time.

This is my life in danger.

If he dies, I go along with him.

"Hey, hey guys!" I called. "We need a plan first."

And I swear, I won't let it come to that.

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