"Thank you papa,"
"How about a spar to end the night Clarrisa?"
"Okay then."
Clary jumped and released a kick pointed towards her father, Valentine. Valentine grabbed her ankle and twisted her small figure, letting her fall on the ground, reacting quickly, Clary sprung up and threw a punch at valentines, nose. He grabbed Clary's fist and threw her over his shoulder, winding her and leaving her vulnerable. Valentine then stood over Clary and bent down whipping the hair off her eyes.
"I'd think that my 8 year old would know how to defeat her own father." Valentine scolded,"
"Dad no please, I didn't mean to throw that punch unprepared, please don't whip me." Clary pleaded,
"But Clarissa, little girls need some discipline, don't you agree?"
Clary nodded timidly, knowing that if she disagreed he would whip more times.
"Great, stay right there." Valentine said, tapping Clary on the nose and walking into their manor house. A couple minutes later Valentine had changed from training clothes to some tight leather pants and black vest. He sauntered towards Clary, blood stained belt in hand and directed her to take off her shirt, Clary took off her shirt, she didn't want to but had learned the hard way what happened when you disobeyed her father. He led her towards a small wooden pole that had been hammered into the soft grass and had been there for longer then she could remember, she still had scars from her fifth christmas. Though Clary never got presents for christmas she did get the most marvellous meals and when she hadn't finished her meal Valentine had whipped her. Valentine expertly tied Clary to the post and started whipping her, Clary was able to control the pain now but it was still near unbearable, all Clary could ever think of while being whipped was,
why me, why me, why so young.
She hadn't been able to answer that question yet.
on the 30th whip Clary , did what she had to do, she let out a small squirm to show valentine that it was the 30th whip, sometimes he would get carried away and whip her more.
Valentine then knelt down, kissed the top of her head and untied her, then he picked her up bridal style and walked her towards her cage next to his bed. Valentine lowered her into it, threw her her sleep clothes and locked her in. By the time she was done changing Valentine had left, turned the lights off and closed the closed the curtains and doors, he always locked the doors and windows though, he didn't want to lose his little super soldier.
Clary sat, alone in her small cage and tried to sleep, sleep never came easily to Clarrisa adele morgenstern though, her mind clogged up with thoughts of her mother, for whenever she was alone, she couldn't help but let those feeling of loss and hate and sadness overwhelm her, like a big wave of icy cold water. So like every night she sat there crying softly to herself, until sleep came.