I ran up to the small frail girl and my retched father, my legs burning from the sprint that I had been doing, why was I even doing this? Valentine's little warrior was running after a stranger.
The small girl's body looked about 5 years old but her face was matured, though spotted with freckles it showed vulnerability and years and years of experience with pain and suffering, you could see it in her beautiful emerald green eyes. Valentine started dragging her across the dyeing grass by her wild red hair that he believed shouldn't be touched, its beautiful curls spiralling down her face.
He fell to the ground, his long fingers scraping valentine's leather pant leg. Valentine's head slowly positioned to face Jace, Valentine's black, soulless eyes pierced through Jace's confidence and he tried not to flinch under his gaze.
"Come to join the party I see."
"Come to join the party I see."
I don't want him to risk his life for me, its fine, ill be fine.
I'm so pathetic, little redhead like me thinks she can do anything, reassuring myself, I am strong, I've been whipped before, but the way Valentine looked at her angel, I have to do something, say something, I know I shouldn't but hey, I'd be whipped anyway.
"Back off Valentine, leave him alone, go ahead," she swallowed,"whip me please."
Valentine smirked and let out a sinister laugh, He turned his head towards her and started up again, dragging her by her hair, towards the whipping station,
Oh god this hurts.
Clary swallowed and glanced towards the boy, standing there in the distance, did he care, could e care for her. A small wrecked girl like her could never be loved. She didn't deserve it. She closed her eyes and waited to be dropped at the whipping station, once dropped she did the normal routine, taking off her shirt and sitting at the station to be chained, luckily today she didn't have to wait in anticipation for Valentine to get his leather belt. That was the worst.
Before she new what was coming Valentine had chained her up and she could feel the first lash spreading slowly across her upper neck, then lower back, and on, and on, and on. Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them out, she could not show too much pain while being whipped, or Valentine would whip her more out of pure joy. After what felt like hours of pain she felt the whip hit the side of the face and let out a small yelp. She went limp and felt herself being once again, dragged towards the dreaded manor house. Clary picked up a small voice though, similar to silk,
"Sir, please let her go." She fought to look up but did and her eyes met the boy's, her angel. Valentine then lifted his hand up and before she could say anything slapped him right across the cheek, the boy fell next to the now dropped Clary. Clary entwined their hands for a second before she was pulled by the foot towards her cage, a small thank you.
When Clary was finally dropped at the foot of the cage and kicked in to its entrapping metal bars, all she could feel was mental pain and empathy for her boy, he looked wrecked yet so beautiful, harmed but also handsome. Valentine grabbed her shoulder and yanked her up, facing him,
"you will never, ever again see that boy, don't think I didn't see that, don't convince yourself that you can actually have him, all you have is me baby, I will always be there, okay?"
"okay daddy." Clary winced and tried to hold back tears, she couldn't cry, not in front of her father. He swiftly left the room and left her in the dark.
The elaborate drawing of her birthday cake filled the page of her notebook, she erased the 15 candles on the drawing while pretending to blow them out, today she turned lucky fifteen, half the amount of whips she got every day.
"Happy birthday Clary," she whispered to herself, smiling, all she could imagine nowadays was her mom,. Wherever she was saying those words to her. She couldn't believe she was 15,
15 years of torture, she thought rather optimistically. She heard Valentine stir and swiftly put away her things, she had gotten good at this over the years, just as she had gotten good at all forms of martial arts, art, Latin, runes, demonic languages and first aid.
"Happy birthday, Clarissa." Valentine smirked and got out of bed, in no time he was at the cage pulling her out and carrying her to the kitchen, then quickly dropping her on the counter, Valentine smiled and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Clary alone, starting to think of the escape she was going to attempt that night.
