Clary's eyes fluttered open and she noticed that it was freezing in the room she was in. Her teeth chattered lightly and she felt strange. She looked down at herself and realized she was completely naked besides a sleazy looking nightgown. What the fuck was happening? She yanked on her hands but found they were bound to the bed. She sighed loudly. Just another day as your average shadowhunter she supposed. That was when it hit her, she couldn't feel her legs. She panicked, why couldn't she feel her legs? She looked down and she tried her hardest to make them move but they just wouldn't.

Maybe if she screamed? But that could alert whoever had put her here that she was awake… damn, and she had a good idea who put her here too.

Sebastian.

She let a whimper tear from her throat. She was scared and there was no one to help her. She looked around the room and saw a modern looking door she supposed lead out of the room she was in. The room she was confined to seemed to be a finished basement. There was a TV, a couple armchairs and a couch. It was a huge space. It seemed someone had haphazardly dropped a bed in the middle of the room for the sole purpose of imprisoning her. This had to be Sebastian's work.

A head of white-blonde hair stuck through the door and she screamed. "Oh good, you're awake." He said cheerily.

"What the fuck Sebastian!"

"Patience little sister." He said jovially. "I'm so happy you're here with me although I have to say you're annoyingly well protected."

"Fuck you!" She bit back at him.

"Temper, temper," Sebastian said in mock playfulness.

"Jace is going to come for me and he's going to cut you into so many tiny-" But Sebastian swooped down and covered her mouth with his hand. She tried to bite him and successfully spit into his hand several times.

"Sister you realize this behavior simply won't do." He removed his hand from her mouth and wiped his palm on his jeans. She screamed a bloodcurdling scream and he slapped her. "Clarissa you're going to need to cooperate. I know you must want something warm to eat and drink and maybe a hot bath. I can provide those to you but you're going to need to stop screaming."

She figured she could stop screaming long enough to eat something… but what if he drugged her food? What if he raped her while she was in the shower? It was too dangerous. She opened her mouth and screamed again. He let out an annoyed sigh and took out his stele. He drew a rune on each of her shoulders and the feeling left her arms. "You insane sonofabitch what are you doing to me!?" She screamed.

Sebastian gave a kind of pained sigh and began untying her bonds. She tried to move her arms desperately but the feeling and her ability to move them had gone too. She was paralyzed from the neck down and completely at his mercy. Her throat was burning with the pain of screaming and she was frustrated. "I'm going to take you upstairs to the shower. I'm going to carry you." He said very slowly as if she was mentally deficient.

"Don't touch me -" But it was too late, he'd scooped her up bridal style and they were heading up the stairs to the main part of the house. He carried her gently to the bathroom which was right around the corner to the living room. He deposited her on the floor of the bathroom. If she could have kicked him she would have. Sebastian turned on the water and began running a bath for her. He dropped a bath bomb in when he was done. Great so not only was she going to be raped and tortured she was going to get a yeast infection too.

"Do you want to use the bathroom before you get in?"

She looked up at him. He was standing over her, arms crossed looking disappointed somehow. "Yes. But can I have some privacy?"

He thought about it for a moment then scooped her up and deposited her on the toilet and closed the door. He waited until she called for him and then came in and put her in the bath. He began undressing and she let out a soft scream. "Sebastian don't you dare! I swear to god I'll light you on fire if you come near me with your ding dong."

He shrugged. "Then I guess you can drown in the bathtub." He was right, she was having a hard time keeping herself upright and at this rate, she could fall face first into the water and not be able to get back up.

"Ugh, fuck you!" She snapped at him.

"Temper, temper, little sister. I'm trying to help you."

"Like hell!" She leaned her head on the edge of the bath. "See I won't drown." She could tell this didn't satisfy him, though.

He kept undressing and when he took off his shirt she stared up at him, a slight flush creeping into her cheeks. He was gorgeous. His whip marks on his back added a kind of… ruggedness to him that she felt a tingle in her core. He was ripped with muscle and she disgusted herself with her physical reaction to him. He took off his jeans and boxer shorts and it was like a car crash, she couldn't help but look. She'd seen Jace's… ahem… once before at the Bone Chandelier. He was big too but Sebastian… holy god. "Like what you see Clarissa?"

He'd caught her and she felt like a fuckin idiot. The flush that had crept into her cheeks moments before deepened and she felt herself burn with shame. He easily maneuvered her to the front of the large claw foot bathtub. He extended his legs out and pulled her into his embrace. She felt she should scream. Just as she opened her mouth to do so he clamped it down on her again. "If you keep screaming I'm going to give you something to scream about."

Hot tears began to pour down her cheeks. "Sebastian please…"

"Relax sis, this isn't meant to be hard. It's not exactly like I can just text your phone when I want to have brunch. You're rather difficult to get a hold of."

"That's how it's supposed to be." She sobbed. She felt his half hard cock against the small of her back and she wanted to reach around and rip it off his body. "Are you going to rape me now?"

"No, not yet. I want you clean before I do anything of that nature." Sebastian grabbed a loofah and spread a dab of purple shower gel onto the loofa before beginning to clean her arms and then her stomach and back with it. She sobbed quietly as he cleaned her.

Through her sobs (he was now rubbing the loofa up and down her thighs) she said, "Why are you waiting? I know what you're going to do!"

Sebastian hummed and took out the shampoo. "No! Don't! You're going to tangle it!" she snapped at him.

"My dear Clarissa, in the many years I have been showering with women you would think I'd have learned how to shampoo a woman's hair without tangling it and yet, you have so little confidence in me."

She turned her head and spit in his face. It hit him right in the eye. She giggled lightly. Sebastian wiped the spit out of his eye and dunked her head under the water for a second. She came back up scared and gasping. "You could have drowned me!" She rasped, as she coughed the water out that she'd swallowed.

"At this point, that's turning out to be not such a bad idea - you know what, fuck it I won't wash your hair." He put his hands on either side of the tub and made to get out.

"No! I'm sorry! You scared me!" Clary begged him. "I don't want my hair to be dirty!"

"Clarissa…" Sebastian said in a warning tone. "Fine but if you touch me without me touching you first I'll just leave you here."

Clary nodded. He picked the bottle of shampoo back up and dipped her hair in the water. He massaged in the shampoo and rested her shoulders on his chest. Clary was surprised by how good he was at this. He massaged her scalp for at least five minutes before dipping her hair back in the water and rinsing everything out.

He got out, dried off and scooped Clary out the claw foot bathtub. Her arms and legs felt like jelly and he toweled her off everywhere, even there. He spends extra time toweling off her long strands of hair and ran a brush through them.

"I have food if you want it?" He offered.

"I don't think I have very many choices right now."

"So, so, true my dear Clarissa. I got you McDonald's."

"Ugh, Sebastian."

"What?" He says as he pulls clothes for her out of the cupboard. It looks like just a dress and bra. Clearly, he has no intention of allowing her to wear underwear.

"How can you eat that crap?" Clary groaned.

"I don't make a habit out of it. It was on the way and I thought you would be hungry." She pouted. If she was going to have to eat junk food she hoped it would at least be Chicken McNuggets or a cheeseburger with a pickle.

"What did you get me?" She asked. She didn't want him to think she was cooperating but she'd been with him for at least an hour and he hadn't tried to hurt her yet. As a matter of fact, her head still felt tingly good from the massage he'd given it.

"A cheeseburger, and a medium fry, I got you a diet Coke too."

It sounded good to her, although she didn't know how she was supposed to eat it all. Then again she didn't know when her next meal would be so it might be a good idea to just eat it all and deal with the stomach ache it gave her.

Sebastian fed her (hand fed her since she couldn't use her arms) and brought her downstairs. He refastened her to the bed and used a strange looking rune to release the paralysis on her arms. She stretched her fingers making fists and releasing them. They felt like they were on pins and needles.

"How're you feeling?" He asked her.

She did a mental body scan, she felt clean and full and maybe like she wanted to take a nap. "Fine."

"Good. I'll be back tonight."

"Sebastian!" I protest. I can't imagine being left here, tied up until tonight.

"Sorry, I've got a world to burn down as you so eloquently put it." He stepped out of the room and left her to count the ceiling tiles by herself.

When he returned that night it was late. She was asleep when she woke up to his face hovering over her like a bad dream. "Sebastian!" She said in surprise.

"Shush it's late." He settled his head on the spare pillow and wrapped his arms around her.

"How the fuck am I supposed to sleep like this!" Clary said.

"I imagine that you would just close your eyes and clear your thoughts. It's three am." He undid her arm restraints and curled in close to her.

Since she had gotten here this morning (or she assumed it was this morning, she didn't know how long he'd knocked her out for) he hadn't done anything really weird to her. He hadn't tried to rape her or do anything weird to her. She was scared and alone. She wanted to believe this was a temporary situation but given that this was Sebastian that was hard to believe.

"Why aren't you hurting me?" Clary asked her brother. Trying to peel herself away from his hard chest.

"Because you're my sister."

"That's never stopped you before."

"True."

"What's different about now?"

"Go to sleep Clarissa." She pulled herself out of his grasp and slept on the edge of the bed opposite him.