Twisted Belonging Chapter 3
Clary did not know how long she had been sat in the dark for. Her lips were still tingling from the passionate kiss she had shared with Jonathan. She kept asking herself the same question over and over again. 'Why did I kiss him back?' She merely assumed it was a natural reaction, like saying bless you to someone who sneezed, but part of her knew it was not as innocent as all that.
Sighing, Clary thought of her mother, Luke, her friends and of Jace. They were probably worried sick. Although Clary didn't know how long she had been held captive for, she assumed it was long enough for them to worry.
Suddenly, she was pulled away from her thoughts by the door slowly opening to reveal Jonathan standing there in a black top, with black jeans. He was smiling at her. As Clary willed herself to remain calm, he walked forward to crouch down in front of her. Their eyes made contact, and Clary had to admit that for a demonic monster, he was actually quite handsome.
One of Jonathan's hands reached forward to push one of Clary's curls out from her face. "How are you feeling?" He asked, with sounded like genuine concern.
"I'm okay." Clary lied. In reality, her wrists were hurting, she was starving, she was scared, and incredibly confused, but she chose to keep these things from him. Jonathan smiled, probably pleased not to hear complaining from Clary.
"Good. Okay now Clary, I'm gonna offer you something. If you promise me that you won't try to run from me or fight me, then I will untie you from this chair. Sound fair?" Jonathan asked smugly. Clary could feel her chest growing tighter. If she was released from the chair, then there would be the matter of trying to escape. But if she defied him, there was no telling what he would do to her. Deciding it would be better not to anger him, Clary nodded.
"Good girl." And with that, Jonathan went behind Clary and began untying the knots that held her hands together. Relief flooded through Clary as she felt her hands freed, and it took all the strength she had not to make a run for the door. When Jonathan moved in front of her, she stood up and began examining her wrists. They had dried blood circling them, and Clary winced from the pain. Without warning, Jonathan took Clary's wrists in his hands and brought them up to his face. Clary could do nothing but watch. Slowly, her brother began kissing the wounds, as if he were a father kissing away his daughter's cut after she had fallen off her bike. When he had finished, he placed Clary's hands over his head and wrapped them around his neck. Then he placed his own hands on Clary's waist and brought them closer together. Clary's breath caught in her throat, as she felt Jonathan's mouth brush against hers. She wanted so badly to push him away, but knew that the consequences would probably be severe if she didn't do as she was told. So she didn't fight back when Jonathan kissed her softly on the lips. He asked for entrance once more, and like last time, she allowed it, and the kiss quickly became more passionate. Her hands found their way into Jonathan's snow white locks and pulled him closer to her, and her older brother growled sexily into the kiss as he placed his hands on her ass.
Just like last time, Jonathan was the first to pull away from their kiss, and when he did, he did it with extreme reluctance, like he never wanted it to end. They were both panting from their embrace, and a smile spread across Jonathan's face.
"I knew that you loved me." He said, and he grabbed Clary's hand and pulled her towards the door. Clary followed obediently. Jonathan lead her down a long bright hallway. Clary wondered where Jonathan had brought her to, seeing as how she had destroyed the apartment. As if hearing her thoughts, Jonathan said "Valentine had a spare apartment just incase anything happened to the first one. It's not as big as the other one, but it has all the same rooms." Suddenly, he stopped in front of one of the doors and opened it. He stood in front of the door and inclined for Clary to go in. She obeyed and walked past him, and gasped. The room was huge. There was a queen size bed with a cream duvet and matching pillows, a desk with various art supplies, two black armchairs in front of a fireplace, and two doors that looked like cupboards. Clary walked along the plush cream carpet and opened the first door. She was greeted with a big walk in wardrobe containing glamorous dresses, shadowhunter gear, jeans, tops, skirts, shorts and linguire.
It was astonishing seeing the effort Jonathan had gone to for her. She never thought he could care about something so much, no matter how dark and twisted it seemed. Shutting the door, Clary went to the second door, and saw that it was quite a large bathroom. She would definitely be using this later. Clary shut the door and turned around, surprised to see Jonathan still stood at the entrance to her room. She thought he would've come over to her by now to get another make out session with her.
"Thank you." Clary said. It was the only thing she could think to say. Jonathan walked over to her and stroked her cheek. She found herself once again drawn to his black eyes, finding herself thinking about what colour they would've been if Valentine hadn't turned him into a monster.
"Everything I do, I do for you, my sister. We belong together. Clean yourself up, and get ready. We will be dining together tonight, and I want you looking your best. I will come to collect you when our meal is ready." Jonathan said in a low voice. He kissed Clary softly on the lips, and exited the room, but not before smirking at her before he shut the door.
Emotionally exhausted, Clary turned around to the bathroom. Better do as she was told.
