He calmly walked over to your quivering form. He knelt down to your level and grabbed a fist full of your hair causing a pain filled whimper to emerge from your mouth. He tilted your head up so he could look you dead in the eye as he spoke with a deep and dark whisper sending shivers down your spine. "As much as I would love to kill you, I want to watch you suffer as Jack drags you through Hell. He is going to make you suffer to the point where you're begging for death, and I'm going to sit back and watch, while I enjoy every minute of it."

You looked him dead in the face as you spoke. "We'll see."

He then carelessly released his tight grip on your hair, causing you head to drop and hit the floor. You groaned in pain as he walked away like nothing even happened. As the tall being walked further and further away from you, your hearing turned to static and your vision faded into darkness.

TIME SKIPPED~~~~~~~~

Jack stared intently at your sleeping form. He was standing at the foot of the bed. You were safely tucked under the black and white bed spread that laid of the surface of the clowns mattress. You looked so tired, like a child that just got finished with a long day at the park. But you were far from a child. He knew you were very intelligent for your age. So he couldn't understand how you could be so stupid? Challenging the master the way you had. You were very lucky indeed. He was surprised that you hadn't been killed. No one had ever talked back to the master, and even if they did they certainly wouldn't live to tell the tale. It truly was a miracle that you were still breathing. He wouldn't keep you alive for shits and giggles. There had to be a purpose. The second he found out that you were in the presence of the master of the manor, he had thought you were a goner for sure. Yet, there you were. Lying on the clowns bed. Covered head to toe in cotton bandages. It took some convincing to get Eyeless Jack to patch you up, and a lot more to make sure that all of your organs remained untouched. Alas, he managed to keep you in one piece, literally.

He tensed as you started to stir. Your (e/c) eyes slowly opened and met his white ones. For a moment the two of you just stared at each other. Neither of you knew what to say. After what felt like forever, you broke the silence. "Jack."

That was all you were able to muster up, and it came out just barely above a whisper. You stared at him waiting for an answer. You were feeling so many different emotions by this point. Anger, sadness, fear, and little happiness but most of all confusion. How were you still alive? Why were you still alive? You were broken from your thoughts when Jack spoke in a dangerously calm and slow voice, with a hint of laughter.