Emma had just opened her mouth to scream and run, when her back was rammed painfully into the wall. Jonathan had moved so fast she hadn't even been able to follow the movement of him, from next to the window to pinning her between himself and the wall, one hand over her mouth, the other holding both her wrists.
She tried to break his hold, but he only pressed against her harder and hissed into her ear, "Try to fight against me again, and I'll snap your arms."

Emma's mind was blank from fear, she couldn't think of any way out of the mess she was in. All she could focus on was how much her body was trembling.

"Give me your stele." His voice was cold and commanding.

"I don't have one," Emma replied instantly as a reflex answer, then remembered that it was the truth. She'd left hers at dinner as she was just going up to her room to do some homework.

Jonathan forced Emma's head back so she was looking into his eyes.

"What kind of shadowhunter doesn't carry a stele on them?" His tone was light and mocking, he clearly thought she was lying.

"Hand it over now!"

The words were spoken with such venom, Emma automatically started burbling out the truth to him. "I don't have one on me I swear on the Angle! I was just going up to my bed so I left it in the kitchen!"

Jonathan's eyes narrowed but he seemed to believe her, for he let the matter drop.

"So, if you were going to bed, nobody will notice your gone till morning will they?" he stated silkily, sending chills down Emma's spine. She stayed paralysed, glued against the wall as Jonathan straitened up and moved several paces back, surveying her with a sadistic smirk on his face. His eye's raked up and down her, taking in every detail, before he asked, "Give me your phone."

Emma knew she couldn't fake that she didn't have one on her, as he was staring at the bodge in her tank top, were she knew she had put it earlier due to her clothes not having any pockets. Her one consolation was that it had a lock code on it that would stop him.

"Ever pass it to me or I'll grab it out my self!" Jonathan exclaimed getting impatient from her hesitance.

Emma certainly didn't want the demon boy fishing round in her bra, so she quickly gave over the phone. What did he want it for? To call his father? Another shiver ran done her back as she imagined Valentine's army invading the institute. She knew that no matter what, he couldn't be aloud to communicate with anyone in the circle.

Jonathan took the small pink phone from the trembling girl. He was disgusted at her choice of colour, but very surprised that she had offered it to him with no fuss.
Ah, there was a lock on it, and the stupid bitch thought thatwould keep him out? People just got stupider and stupider Jonathan thought, as he looked back at Emma, fixing her with one of his hardest stares.

"What is your lock code?" He didn't really expect her to give in without a fight, she was a shadowhunter after all, but to his amazement she stammered out the number pattern.

"Four, three, two, one."

Jonathan silently scoffed at such a simple lock. He quickly pined it in: and came up with the 'wrong number' screen. That bloody girl thought she could mess with him? He pinned her up against the wall by her neck again. Her body felt so small and delicate under his powerful grip. Jonathan smirked at how easy it would be for him to end her miserable life. But that wouldn't get him out of this pathetic excuse of a prison cell, he reminded himself. No, he would have to be patient and cunning to get out of here.

"Care to give me your real code now? or do I have to break your arm as an incentive?"

Emma just shook her head. Then let out a scream that was muffled by the part-demon's hand; he'd dislocated her wrist.

Jonathan could see the defiance behind the tears in the girls eyes and knew that even if he broke every bone in her body, (which did have a rather pleasant appeal) she still wouldn't give in. His first feeling of respect for her came back to him, but he knew it was time to change tactics in order to gain the information he needed.

Relaxing his body posture, he let go of the whimpering shadowhunter and took a few steps back for good measure.

"Fine then. Use the f*****g thing to call your brother." He said in a resigned voice, as if he'd given up his escape plans. The girl was looking at him cautiously as she took back her phone.

"Why?"

He plastered an irritated look on his face as if this was all incredibly obvious and annoying. "So he can come and get you out of my room, and I wont have to put up with you any more." He gracefully walked back over to the window sill and perched back up on it, looking out over New York. Well, appearing to look out, his eye's were fixed on the re-flexion of the bewildered girl.

Slowly she fumbled with her phone, still not believing her luck. When Jonathan saw her put it to her ear, he was across the room and had snatched the phone out of her hand before she could even blink. Quickly cancelling the call, he returned one of his hands to over Emma's mouth to stop yet another scream, while dialling in a different number.

Emma had never fainted in her life but was pretty sure she was close to it now. She had failed. Any shadowhunter would have died before letting the enemy get anything out of them, and she had just given him a means to escape. Her nerves were at the end of their tension and she felt defeat wash over her like a tsunami, making her knees buckle under her and she fell to the ground in a sobbing pile.

Jonathan didn't give her a glance as she collapsed, but started talking rapidly to who ever he'd called in what Emma only presumed was Romanian. The answering reply sounded angry and Jonathan's tone switched to apologetic. She wandered if he'd called his father, Valentine would not be impressed with his son getting caught.
Emma didn't notice when he'd finished the call, but suddenly felt hands under her arms, pulling her up.

"You know, if I had a stele on me I'd probably offer to heal that wrist of yours, but i guess your'll just have to deal with it." Jonathan grinned evilly at her. His eyes' were like hollow pits - daunting and empty, and Emma felt even more scared than if a pure demon was holding her.

Jonathan grew bored from her lack of response, so dragged her over to the bed and dropped her unceremoniously onto it. Pain from her wrist spread like little bolts of lightening up through the rest of her body, but she was too tied to move.

She felt warm breath on her neck, as Jonathan leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Call out for help, and I'll kill anyone that comes in here to try and save you."

Jonathan searched her face making sure she wouldn't make a sound, before returning to the window ledge. Emma didn't even think of sleeping in such a nerving setting, with her wrist acing with every heart beat and a murdering part-demon in the room, yet before she could try and focus on another plan she had slipped into unconsciousness.