She shot by him, running this time for the stairs.

She was halfway there when she felt him grab her by the end of her dress, effectively ripping it to her stomach. She missed her footing and went down, smacking her jaw on a step. Sebastian stood over her, his eyes shimmering black like a shark's. The light reflected on his hair gave the impression of a halo. A very false impression, Clary thought. Nothing could be further from the truth.

She kicked out at him suddenly, causing him to jump back and with all her remaining strength, ran as fast as she could towards the first room she came across that could put some space between them. She got as far as the doorway before Sebastian slammed into her, sending her flying forward. She hit the ground and regained her composure just in time to hear a click behind her. Clary looked up. Sebastian had locked the door to the room. His room.

Clary slowly got to her feet trying to discreetly take in her surroundings to form a strategy. Sebastian gaze was fixed on her, eyes burning with lust.

"This is how that dress should have come," he was staring at the tear running across her stomach and down her leg, his face dangerous.

Clary was desperately looking for an exit, another room, something to fight with, anything. Sebastian took advantage of her distraction and sprang at her then, knocking her on the bed and pinning himself on top of her. This was not good. On the wall she at least had leverage she could push off with, but with him on top of her, his body weight alone prevented her from moving even without his hands restraining her. Sebastian's eyes were dark with a predatory hunger. Clary tried to wriggle free to no avail.

"You aren't going anywhere now, Clary."

Sebastian's face lowered to her cheek, tracing a circle with his nose before dropping to nuzzle her neck. He seemed to be taking pleasure in making her squirm. Clary shut her eyes and tried to block out everything. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't.

"Why do you hurt me, Clary?" Sebastian was asking into her neck, his breath hot and ragged. "I just want to love you…"

Clary laughed humorlessly. "You only love yourself, Sebastian."

"I love you." He said it like it was the most simple truth he knew.

Clary was clenching and unclenching her fists. "You're fucking psychotic."

He propped himself up on an elbow so he could look at her. "Well that's not very nice, nor entirely true."

His eyes raked down to her torn dress, the slim fabric being the only thing shielding her body from his eyes.

Her look was pure venom.

"You look like you don't trust me, little sister."

Clary shivered. "I can't imagine why," She snapped. "you only have me pinned to your bed against my will."

Sebastian gazed at her thoughtfully and then shrugged with an easy smile.

"Alright, you win."

He loosed his grip on her arms and sat back across the bed, allowing her to sit up on her own accord. Clary was momentarily stunned. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of this after all, Clary thought. His eyes were trained on hers from the other end of the bed, knowing she had nowhere to go. Clary thought he was like a cat watching a goldfish try to swim away in it's small glass bowl, the cat ultimately knowing the effort was fruitless.

Clary was looking around for something with some weight to it. If she couldn't escape, and she couldn't reason with him, she could at least find something heavy enough to render him unconscious until she was able to safely get behind a locked door.

Or until Jace returns.

Jace.

Her chest tightened. Her thoughts strayed to him and the pain returned with the bittersweet thought of him. He wasn't her Jace anymore, she had to remind herself. He seemed happy here but she knew it was a lie. This wasn't the Jace with the fire in his eyes. The Jace that took orders from no one. This was not her Jace. The thought of him almost brought tears to her eyes. Sebastian started unbuttoning his shirt and once again, Clary was shaken from her thoughts.

Clary glanced over horrified. "What... are you doing?"

Sebastian eyed her wearily. "You got my shirt all messed up from your tantrum. It's a very expensive shirt, you know."

Clary's eyes bulged. "My tantrum?! I was not throwing a tantrum, I was trying to get away from you!"

"And now you're sitting on my bed watching me undress." He glanced sideways at her and grinned, clearly amused.

"I was not-I…" Clary spun around and focused on the wall, too flustered to finish. She heard the rustle of fabric as his shirt dropped to the floor. His voice was suddenly in her ear and Clary startled.

"Don't be embarrassed…it's nothing you haven't seen before…" Sebastian wrapped his arms around her and she felt the heat of his body through her dress and on her back. She didn't want to turn around. She didn't want this to be happening.

"Turn around, look at me," Sebastian murmured into her hair.

His hands trailed up and down the skin on her arms, gently. More gently, Clary had to admit, than she thought he was possibly capable of.

"Clary…" He whispered.