Your POV:

You watched the blood drip from your almost closed wound, it reopened for the third time. It had been about 5 days since you participated in the clowns first round. It did quite a number on you. The Seedeater completely ripped the back of your calf muscle, the Eyeless Jack said that if its claws dug any deeper it would have punctured your popliteal artery, meaning you would have bled out in just minutes, he said you were lucky. Oh, how lucky you are. You were thankful to whatever god existed that you lived, however, a small part of you wished you didn't make it. You were tired. Tired of being a toy. A broken toy, the extent of your injuries also included 3 broken ribs on your right side, a major concussion, and 227 painful stitches in your calf. The stitches were done somewhat while you were awake, you passed out like 11 times during the whole ordeal, and that was either because of the pain of the blood loss, you didn't know the actual cause it could have very possibly have been both. All you knew is that when you were awake you were screaming out in pain and then you would go out again. You were going to have some serious nerve damaged and your calf would never work the same, not to mention the nasty scare that was going to haunt you for the rest of your life.

After the 'doctors' visit, you were ushered back to the clown's room where you have remained ever since, except to use the bathroom, you haven't showered since then either. Although the Eyeless Jack did mention to you that after he put you back together, he washed your body to prevent your massive wound from getting infected. In any normal circumstance, your face would have gotten red and you would have been embarrassed. However, this situation was far from normal, you didn't get self-conscious about your body anymore, at least to both the Jacks, you were seen as an object. Nothing more. They owned you, and you hated acknowledging that but it was true, it was true for now. Regardless of the "bath", you were given, you wanted to shower. Your skin may have been clearer than it was but you still had dirt in your hair and under your fingernails. First, though, you would need to wait for Jack to come back from where ever he went when he left you in his black hole of a room. You could barely walk with your leg the way it was, and even if you could you were a sitting duck in the hallway, what if someone saw you? What another door appeared?

That door you never stopped thinking about. You always kept that horrifying experience in the back of your mind. Where you finally losing your marbles? Possibly. Was Jack just trying to make you lose your mind? Also possible. Or was another thing from in this godforsaken mansion trying to get to you? Most likely. Whatever that thing was or who it was you didn't want to ever be near them again. You needed Jack. Even though he hurt you most of the time, you felt safe with him. He would hurt you but didn't have any plans that included killing you, at least not yet. At the current state, you were in you needed him to do anything. You won't even be able to shower by yourself, you could barely walk on your own. You sighed as you laid on the bed, all limbs laying flat except for the busted one which was kept elevated in order to help the blood flow. Your side hurt. Your head hurt. Your leg hurt. Your heart hurt. Your mother is probably crushed, you disappeared without a trace, leaving her with no closure. Maybe if Jack even did decide to kill you, you could ask him to leave your body somewhere where someone will find it, for your mother, so she could know what happened to you. Or at least some idea of what happened to you.

You were taken out of your thoughts when the bedroom door opened. Alarmed, you sat up out of instinct to see who it was and groaned in pain as your ribs started to burn. "Ya know lollipop, it is not a smart idea to but inflicting pain on yourself, people might think you're crazy", he giggled as he walked over to the dresser. Normally, you would have given him a smart ass comment, but you were in no mood. You need his help and if you were nasty you weren't going to get it. He seemed to pause and look at you for comment but when nothing came out of your mouth, he looked at you puzzledly and began looking through the drawers of the dresser. "Jack?" You spoke breaking the silence. You stopped what he was doing and approached the bed and sat right next to you. You stared at him hopelessly hoping that your good behavior would be rewarded. He cupped your chin with his long slender claws, "Is there something my gumdrop would like?" You responded with a quiet "yes", and a nod of your head. The clown smirked, "And what might that be?". He stared down at you with predatory eyes, thirsty to drain any little bit of fight that you had left out of you. "A bath, please". The clown's smirk suddenly disappeared. Oh boy, what did you do now? "Please? I just really would like to get clean, I still have dirt in my hair." He stared into your eyes, but what was he looking for? That he didn't know but within seconds of him being zoned out he quickly returned to reality and that signature smirk wasn't much far behind him.

Time Skipped---------

The clown agreed to help you with a bath but you didn't expect what was coming. The clown ran the lukewarm water and filled if with some unmarked bottle of soap, which you assumed was some sort of bubble bath. You stood up against the counter putting pretty much putting all of your weight onto the counter to avoid too much onto your leg. Jack turned to you and grabbed the bottom of your tank top and wait for you to lift up your arms which you did. Once the tank top was fully off of you he let it drop to the floor, the clown then slowly pulled down your shorts along with your underwear so you were completely bare. He didn't stare he just stood up and put his very large clawed hands under your arms pits, lifted you and then slowly lowered you into the bubbly water. This was very unlike him. He wasn't being rude nor did he hurt you, especially when he pulled your shorts down, he took extra care to make sure he didn't hit your calf. Was he trying to make sure your wounds healed properly? Most likely. Probably to make sure you were ready for round 2 as soon as possible. As nice and gentle as he was being you knew he didn't care for you because he felt pity for you, it was for his own gain. You had to constantly remind yourself of that because it was times like this that part of you wanted to believe otherwise. He was unusually quiet, and this was dangerous. He was unpredictable. You zoned back into reality and looked around the bathroom. To see no sign of the unpredictable being. He was gone? Where did he go? You frantically looked around the room until you heard a sadistic giggle coming from behind you in the bathtub. You quickly snapped your head to the back of the bathtub to see the clown fully naked sitting behind you giggle viciously. "What are you doing in here?!?!" You shrieked as your face turned red. Jack frowned his eyebrows in confusion. "You asked if I could help you bathe, so I am bathing you gumdrop." God, he really was like a child. "I meant for you to help me in, not get in with me!" The clown rolled his eyes ignoring your comment and grabbed a washcloth off the side of the bathtub. He dunked it into the water and began to scrub your bruised back. You closed your eyes and hissed in pain as he harshly scrubbed the dirt off of your back. Once the scrubbing stopped you opened your eyes and gasped once you realized the clown was now sitting in front of you, facing you. He grabbed your injured leg and yanked it upward causing the rest of your body to lose balance and fall backward, submerging your upper body into the soapy water. You sat up and glared at him, but he paid no attention to your annoyed expression. Instead, he was examing your stitches and ran his claw around the wound, he wasn't touching it but he was touching the uninjured skin around it as if he was had never touched skin before. You gave him a puzzled look, this time he noticed.

You remained in the bath with the clown for about 30 minutes. It was 30 minutes of mostly pain due to his rough and careless scrubbing. At some moments he seemed to stop and run his claws across your skin. The situation was mostly awkward and painful however, occasionally it was relaxing especially when he washed your hair. He seemed to like doing that. LJ liked to run his claws through your hair. Once LJ helped you out of the bath when you were clean, you looked back at the waster which was filthy. You were dirtier than you thought. The clown wrapped you in a towel and carried you back to his chambers which yet again surprised you considering when you were heading to the bathroom he watched you struggle to hop like a kangaroo for his own amusement. Once he approached the door he pushed it open with his foot, once inside he closed it with the same motion. He put you down to let you stand and he walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a pair of black boxers (which you assumed where his), and a big grey t-shirt. He threw them on the bed and motioned for you to go and get them. You hoped over to the bed so you back was facing the clown. Oh boy, that was a mistake. You were suddenly shoved onto the bed face first with a strong push. The clowned climbed on top of you, straddling your lower back. Because of the way you fell, your arms were tucked under your chest and the clown pushed you further into the bed with his right arm so you were unable to move. You screamed in pain, his leg was digging into your broken ribs. "Stop you're hurting me!" You yelled as tears began to leak from your eyes but alas the clown ignored you. You began to squirm under his hold, he responded to your attempt to get free by grabbing the back of your neck with his right hand. You felt the clown pull your towel down, revealing the soft skin of your back. He slowly dug one of his claws into the center of your back and carved something into your skin. You screamed for him to stop but he remained emotionless, he didn't stop until he was finished, which took only a few minutes but it was excruciating. Once he finished he leaned over until his mouth was next to your ear. "You belong to me", he said in a sadistic voice. He climbed off of you, you immediately pushed yourself off the bed and hopped over to the broken filthy mirror that was above the dresser. You faced away from the mirror and turned your head so you could see what he had done to you. More tears streamed out of your eyes as Laughing Jack laughed sadistically at your reaction. In the center of your back were the 2 deep bloody letters that read "LJ".

A.N: Hey guys! I'm so sorry this took so long, I just finished my finals for this semester so now I am free for the summer! Yay! So that means more frequent updates. Also, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for joining me on this journey. This was my first fanfiction. I started it in 2014, you could definitely tell the difference in my writing. From this chapter to the first one I can confidently say that it has gotten so much better and I am ready to report that this story is coming to an end soon. So it's only going to get crazier from here! Anyways hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!