His hand hits my cheek so hard, with such paranormal force, i flew to the ground, sliding across the dirt and broken glass. I look up in pure fear. Pitch looked down on me. "What did I say??" I knew what he said..he doesnt want me to sit and think for too long...he put some curse on me..and now..my feelings are all over the place..all the time....I didnt know how to feel once..and look at me now.. He grabbed me upward by my ankle, and banged me against the stone wall. I fell limp after awhile and then he healed me to do it 5 more times. Soon he stopped. He tossed me on the ground, and kicked me with his boots, right in the face.  I cowered into a ball, shaking with fear. He mutters,"Coward.." and walks off. 

Later on that day, i was in my cell, banging on the wall, and i heard Pitch, coming closer. I jump back and my shackles rubbed against my scarred ankles. He grabbed his keys and opened the cell. He walked in with a bag. My ears perk..I knew this routine.... "Din Din, Kitty Demon.." he says. I automatically fall to my hands and knees. I look up at him. Pitch gave a toothy grin and he muttered,"Do a trick for me.." I sat there..Trick?? I hate doing Tricks... Im not a dog. As i was thinking he mutters,"your eyes..tell me everything...your losing Dinner privileges.." I then gasp and get and idea..I sit there and then my chest pens up..literally. My rib cage separated and you could see my empty, hollow body. Then millions of spiders crawled out and then my body shaped back to its original state. Pitch seemed horrified as he threw the bag at me and i teared it open like a  ravaging animal.

He watched me in disgust as i ate dry rat bones and bits of children carcasses. Its all he would feed me..Occasionally some acid or water too..if i was lucky and took my beatings. I licked my lips as he i finished and stared at him. It was never enough..i was always hungry. i look over after hearing piercing screams. Torture? No...Rape..