Chapter 1
Clary P.O.V.

"Daddy, don't let Jon do it to me again! Jon, Jon, please stop!"
"I'll stop when I please, little sister." Jon whispered into Clary's ear. Clary could hear her mother crying in the background; Jonathan had tied her up so she could watch him, her own son, rape her 8 year old daughter.
"JONATHAN CHRISTOPHER MORGENSTEIN, STOP THIS NOW!" their mother bellowed in-between sobs.
"Never", he growled into his little sister's ear, while removing both his and Clary's clothes. He pinned her arms above her head leaving her to thrash while he pushed himself deep inside of her making her scream in pain. She fought harder with each thrust. After what seemed like hours he rolled off of her laughing. She got up and ran to the corner where her other was tied up and sobbed with her.
Suddenly the door flew open and her father stormed in his eyes filled with a strange mixture of pity and pride at his son. No, no, no! Not now please not today. Clary thought. Her father stormed into the room.

"Valentine, help us." Jocelyn screamed. His face hardened and he ripped Jon from the bed.

"Jonathan, go dress yourself and stay in your room until I deal with you."

"Father,-"

"No go I'll deal with you later." Valentine snarled. Jon ran from the room pulling his clothes on quickly. He untied Jocelyn and said he would take care of Clary. She walked from the room shaking. He dressed Clary and picked her up, carring her to his car. When he started driving Clary asked "Daddy why do you and Jon do these things to me, they hurt, you told me boys are bad, but you make me bleed and bruise why do you do it to me?"

"Because we love you Clare-Bear.", he answered simply. This can't possibly be love she thought to herself. Soon they reached a house in the middle of no where. " Go upstairs and prepare yourself" he barked at her. "And wear blue!", he shouted as an after thought. Clary ran up the stairs and found a lacy blue dress thing. It was tight and short- she hated it. She put on make up. I'm only 8 she thought I shouldn't be doing this. I'm not even supposed to know about these things. She was putting on lipstick when she heard, " Clary you little bitch get your ass in here!" her fathers words were slurred great he's drinking she thought. She pulled on a pair of what her dad called "fuck-me-pumps" on she quickly walked into the bedroom. She tried to imagine being in London while her dad- her own father- did unspeakable things to her. Come on, Clary, help. She stayed as still as possible. When she risked a look at his eyes they were filled with joy; hers were filled with tears.

Clary was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of Izzy shouting. " Okay, boys, we're gonna be having a few contest in the club tonight, and Clary over there is gonna announce the first one. The contest were the boss's idea he thought it would bring in more money for the club that made over 100,000 dollars a week. Clary looked around at the other girls in the club she worked in and wanted to cry, but instead smiled at the crowd- C.E.O.'s, rich men, and men who were here behind their wives back's- and said " When ever one of you throws a 100 dollar bill up here the girl of your choice will remove an article of clothing. There was a chorus of cat-calls and whoops, she felt sick to her stomach. When the noise died down Isabelle started to announce the second contest and Clary stopped listening. She already knew what it included. Selling the girl to the highest bidder for a night. Kaelie the one girl who enjoyed the job smiled and rolled her hips. Oh dear God , Clary thought, I hope this is over soon.

Isabelle P.O.V.-

Isabelle was pretending she didn't disgust herself, that she enjoyed giving sleazy men lap dances, and that she didn't want to puke when she had to talk to one. Her best friend Clary felt the same way. Aline did it so she could get money for crack, even though her girlfriend, Helen, who also worked with them, was trying to get her to stop. Kaelie, however, loved it- all of it- claiming it made her "feel beautiful".

Kaelie was the only one who wasn't forced into this job. Isabelle and Clary were runaways and one night when they were twelve they were taken from their sleeping place and taken to this club called Pandemonium. From there they were forced to be bartenders and waitresses, until they were 15; when they reached that age they were forced to be lap-dancers, strippers, and prostitutes. Both of them had lost count of how many times they had try to run away, but no matter how hard they tried they couldn't get away from this place.

Clary and Izzy had met in an alley way when they were 11, and knew everything about each other, including the reasons they had both run away from their homes. They were now inseparable. Isabelle brushed a tear from her eye and finished telling the crowd about the contest. "All right, boys, any questions?", she shouted. "When do these contest start?", a man with dark hair shouted back to her. She plastered on a smile. "TONIGHT!", she yelled back at them. She shot a glance at Clary who was talking to Helen, they both looked worried.

Clary looked over at Isabelle and held up two fingers. When they first go there they had made up hand signals so they could talk to each other without getting in trouble. Izzy shook her head saying "No, I'm not okay."

"Let's get this show on the road!", a man shouted and the music turned back on. Isabelle and the four other girls started to dance. A man shouted "100" and threw a bill on stage, Isabelle asked what girl he wanted to strip and he pointed at Kaelie, who smiled and pulled of a pair of lacy panties. The men went wild and she used it to her advantage. Out of the corner of her eye Isabelle saw a pair of men, one with gold hair, the other with black. She made eye contact with the blonde one and turned to get a better look, but both of them were gone.

Jace P.O.V.-

He watched the girls and was disgusted at the man who kept them her against their will. After his adoptive sister, Isabelle was raped and ran away, both he and his adoptive brother wanted to be detectives for the sake of helping people and finding people who ran away. Now after two years of work they had tracked down Emil Pangborn the man responsible for missing girls. Jace was horrified to find that he had taken girls and used then to make money. Jace was trying not to barge into his office and beat the man black and blue.

He was looking around the club, there were so many men, all 20-30, most rich, all incompetent ass-holes. He looked back at the girls and was fazed by a short red-head. She wore the most modest dress out of al of the 5 girls on stage, and she was clearly forcing a smile.

"Jace, look!", Alec exclaimed.

"What!?", Jace snarled upset to be drawn away from the girl on stage.

Alec looked unfazed. "It's Isabelle!"

"Yes and I'm Lady Gaga." Jace scoffed.

Alec rolled his eyes. "I'm serious look!" Jace did look and did find a girl about Isabelle's age that looked just like his little sister. She was taking off a dress and her eyes were filled with malice. Jace was filled with a sudden rage, that was his sister, his sister, the one he remembered at eight-years-old playing with her dolls, who would yell at him when he took them. The one who didn't like him because they were too alike. He made eye-contact with her and she faltered, but before she could turn to look again, Alec had dragged him off.

"What the hell?" Jace said.

"We can't let her know we're here just yet. We have spent two years making sure this goes smoothly and we don't need it ruined by you barging into it without thinking. I'm going to go talk to people and see what I can find out."

"I'll meet you back here in an hour." Alec nodded and walked off. Jace looked back at the red-head. She had removed her shoes, tights, and dress. He had an urge to protect her and he didn't know why. She wasn't his type, meaning a leggy blonde. She was short with piercing green eyes and freckles, she had curves, barely, but they were there. He tore his gaze away and saw a pretty Asian girl who looked tired, a girl with curly brown hair and blue-green eyes, a blonde who was only wearing a bra, and Isabelle finally. He had never thought of her as fragile but he was going to protect her, all of the girls if it was the last thing he did. Suddenly he looked down to see the blonde stalking up to him in only a bra and underwear. Shit, he thought.

Alec P.O.V.-

Most men would be turned on by being in a strip club filled with pretty women. Alec wasn't, he wasn't interested in girls who striped, or girls at all really. He was, though, really pissed off. Not only at the man in charge of the operation, but the unfairness of it all. The five girls on the stage were forced to do this. All except the blonde in the middle, he was starting to suspect. He looked around quickly and told Jace he was going to walk around and talk to some people. Jace nodded and said he would do the same. They went their separate ways, going to be meeting up in an hour. Alec ended up learning that they were going to be doing the silent auction every night and bidding closed at 9:30, giving the girls time to prepare themselves. He got an idea, his family was rich, really rich, if he waited until last minute to bid he could find a way to talk to Izzy. He also learned his sister was, and I quote, "a 'spitfire' in bed", which was something he didn't want to know.

I hate that my sister has had to go through this for God knows how long, he thought. "Fuck this.", he muttered to himself, and went back to the corner. He scanned to room to find Jace being cornered by the blonde who had thankfully put something back on. She was running her fingers up his chest and Alec saw his brothers lips form the word 'No', as he pushed her away from him. When Jace got back to Alec they started to walk towards Alec's car in silence. When they got in there Alec told Jace his plan. We need to call Luke and tell him."

"Fine, but there is no way in hell that we are bidding on Kaelie!"

"Kaelie?" Alec asked.

"The blonde stalker who was saying naughty things to me." Jace said.

" Okay, so we are going to bid on Iz, who else?"

" The red-head, she seems pretty close-knit with Iz and she also seems normal."

"Do the others not seem normal?" Alec asked laughing.

" I'm pretty sure one is on drugs, Kaelie wouldn't get any talking done… actually the one with brown hair seemed pretty level-headed.", Jace said thoughtfully.

Alec laughed at that. "Okay, let's go to Taki's for dinner." "Yes, I want pancakes!", Jace said like a child. "For dinner?" Alec asked, picking up a water bottle. "Yes, my super womanizer powers depend on my pancake intake. Alec who was drinking out of the water bottle spewed it all over the windshield. "Dammit!", Alec shouted, I just got this thing cleaned. "Sorry", Jace said the grin on his face showing he wasn't sorry at all. They drove the rest of the way in silence.

When they got to Taki's, Jace did get pancakes. "Jace you're a bitch." "Yes, but a very attractive one.