Hope you like the new chapter. I'm getting really excited over writing this story. Pretty sure it'll turn out great.

*Disclaimer: 'Could I borrow your bullhorn? Thanks. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING – CASSIE CLARE IS THE GENEOUS BEHIND IT ALL! Cheers.'

Los Angeles, America. 1st February 2011.

Another second, another minute, another hour, another day. To be honest, it's difficult for me to tell the difference between each hour, each day. They all just blur together in my life. I am unaware as to the day, the date. I no longer know my age. I no longer know myself. After that unfortunate day where my two kidnappers snatched me off my beautiful street on a perfect night, life just became a task. All I do all day, every day is try to amuse myself. My kidnappers call me to see them every now and them to ask me questions (which I have no clue what they're talking about). Apart from that, I am confined to this one room which consist of a bed, a desk, a lamp and a wardrobe that contains my very few clothes. A bathroom joins onto my room. It is cleaned, along with my room weekly by two people weekly. As they do that, I'm told to sit still and not make eye contact or talk to them. I also have a young girl, not much older than me, to check in on me daily to make sure I am healthy and give me my meals. Her, too, I am not allowed to make contact with. It's a lonely life I have here. Many times I have attempted to escape, but each time I am caught. After six attempts, it seemed a lost cause. Only one piece of information I am aware of. I am now living in America. Occasionally I am allowed to leave the house with one of my kidnappers, Sebastian, where he takes me out somewhere to keep me pleased. However, one trip every so many days, weeks? I don't know, does not please. Whenever we left, the public spoke with an American accent. Little did we all know, one of these trips would be the best to ever happen to me.

The small clock placed on my desk told me that it was five pm in the afternoon. Aline, my daily health checker, popped into room and ordered me to follow her. I did as told and followed her down the hallway with a grim look on my face. Whenever I walked down this route, it always led to the room in which my kidnappers sat and spoke to me. I entered the room and saw them sat on their chairs. I walked over to the centre of the room in front of them and said 'My lords,' in a mocking tone.

'Ah, my dear Clary. How are you today?' spoke Valentine, my other kidnapper. I gave no reply. Just gave a look to say 'I am not in the mood', which I give them every time they ask that question. 'Of course.'

Sebastian broke the silence. 'Look pleased my darling. It is almost time for you to become of use to us. In the meantime, I will be taking you out for a delicious meal tonight. Exciting, eh?' The look remained. 'Aline will lead you back to your room where she will prepare you for this evening. We'll be leaving in an hour.'

I followed Aline back to my room where she washed my hair, put me into a white lacy dress and lightly put make up on my face. The clock turned six and she led me to the front of the house where Sebastian stood in front of his black limo, wearing an open collar suit. He opened the door and sat inside, where he followed and sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder. I shrugged and cringed away from hoping he would take it off, but he wouldn't budge.

We drove to our destination in silence. I stepped out of the limo with him holding my hand and I assessed my evening. I stood in front a large restaurant called Cappricio's. We stepped inside. The restaurant was lit only by candlelight where there were only a few tables occupied. The maitre D led us to our table and we sat. I ordered the most expensive meal and wine on the window. He knew I did that just to annoy him. It didn't seem to make any difference though. He, along with Valentine, never seemed to do any work yet was surprisingly loaded.

'So remind me again why even though I'm sure my face was all over the news when I disappeared, no one he seems to notice that I should be in England and call the police?' I asked as our meal arrived, hoping the waiter would be listening and act on my words.

'We've been over this. I have my warlock friend place a spell on the place. When people look at us, they won't see what we really look like. A sort of perception field. And also princess, smooth timing with the waiter, but he won't have heard you.' I looked up with evil eyes and saw him grinning.

We continued to eat our meal with him murmuring little bits which I had no interest in. 'You sure do like your wine.' He said as I poured the last drops of the wine into my glass.

'Keeps my mind off of my situation. A sort of barrier to you.' I said mocking him from earlier.

He phone rang. 'Hello?' He listened intently and his face went straight. Whatever was being said to him clearly didn't make him happy. 'I see you,' was all he replied with and walked to the front door. I looked over my shoulder and saw Valentine walk through the door. They immediately started to discuss a topic that seemed to be of great importance in hushed tones. I turned around and concentrated on consuming my drink, swirling it around in my glass. A firm hand grabbed my elbow and pulled me out of my seat. The hand belonged to Sebastian. My glass fell out of my hand and spilled on the table.

'We're going.' He ordered.

'I'm not going anywhere with you,' I replied with strong voice. 'I may be your prisoner but I deserve the right to know where we are going before I go.' He grabbed my hair and pulled me towards the front door. Valentine had disappeared.

'You will do as I say.' I was screaming, calling for the people around me to help. 'Don't bother with you pleas, the other customers here cannot hear you.'

Despite his words, I carried on screaming until he pulled me out of the door. I pushed his hand out of my hair and shouted 'You don't have to drag me! I'm clearly not going anywhere. I will walk the rest of the way thank you very much.'

He nodded and I followed him toward the limousine where he pushed me in. Valentine was already in and told me to sit on one of the side seats. I did as instructed and looked away keeping my face straight. Sebastian followed in and closed the door. Immediately, the limo started and moved away, no doubted back to the Gulag as I called it. The two men carried on their conversation and I listened in intently.

'What the hell are they doing here? More importantly how did they find us?'

'I don't know,' Sebastian replied. 'They must have been hinted what we were planning.'

'This is unacceptable! We must go to The Hut. They will have found out where we are staying.'

The car jerked to the side and I was knocked off my seat and went flying into the one opposite me. 'What the hell was that?' I asked.

They both ignored me and Valentine pressed a button and said 'Pangborn, what is happening?'

Pangborn's voice came through the speakers in a reply. 'A car is trying to knock us off the road. I think it's them.'

'Well stop them!' he shouted back at Pangborn. He then whispered to Sebastian 'They've come for the girl.'

Another jerk came, and this time it was a lot stronger. Whoever was in the car this time knocked us even harder and it sent the limo toppling over. I saw Valentine, Sebastian roll over with me as the limo rolled over and over. My head banged on something hard and the scene in front of me went black.

My eyes slowly peeled open. My head was still a little sore and I saw a few bruises the part of my skin that wasn't covered by the dress that I still wore to dinner. It was all crinkled, dirty and had stains of blood on it. My immediate thought was that I was my blood, which made my stomach churn. I slowly sat up and looked around the room that I was placed in. To my surprise, it wasn't my usual room back at the mansion. This one too had a desk, bed and wardrobe but no window. The feeling I was getting from it felt safe, secure. This gave me confirmation that I was definitely no longer at my kidnapper's house. Whether it was the "Hut" or not, I wasn't sure of. I rose out of the bed and noticed two doors. I chose to inspect what was the door on the right. Slowly and very quietly I opened it to find it was a bathroom. Much cleaner and well equipped than my old one. I closed the door and turned around and let out a little yelp.

Keep posted for the next chapter, if it's not up tomorrow, it will be up Sunday, I'm off to Wales on Friday and Saturday to look at a university. Scary!

I've decided I'll provide a preview to the next chapter in this story too.

Preview

'What? You're crazy, you know that?'

'That birthmark on your wrist, we all have one.' Jace informed me.

I took a peek at the mark on my inner right wrist.