I am so sorry that I took so long to update, I must have rewriten this chapter atleast 3 times. ALSO, this chapter is extremely M rated, please please, please don't read if you are 17 or younger! Finally this is some weird spin-off timeline before Clary and Jace did the Bow-chica-wow-wow.

Clary wolk up, her head spinning, she moved her arm to rub the crippling bruise on her forehead but found it caught on something. She looked over... a handcuff? Shit. The Shadowhunter pulled at her other limbs, thankfully, her arms was the only one chained against the black wall. - she examined it, from what little she knew of demon metals, this one appeared to be Fortmetalli- the strongest and rarest metal alloy known to demons. Sebastian sure knew how to treat a girl. Well, if she wasn't going to be able to break the cuff, she might be able to break the wall. Standing up (well crouching would have been a better word) Clary put both hands on top of each other and yanked, the wall didn't even creak. She cursed under her breath, when abruptly she heard somebody clearing their throat behind her

stepping out of the shadows. He advanced toward her slowly. Like the way one would approach a prize that they had awaited their whole life.

"Sebastian." Clary whispered. She wasn't sure why she said it but the way he walked with elegance and hungry power seemed too omnipotent to not have an introduction.

"You know what this is Clary" Sebastian murmured, gently running his knuckles across her cheek. She turned her head to the side, squeezing her eyes shut. "Your so beautiful Clary," he continued. She bit her lip, willing herself not to say anything. "Say something, love,"

Clary tuned her head, looking him in the eyes "I hate you." she whispered an heir of finality to her voice

"I know," He smirked slightly, ghosting kisses along her neck and jawline "but soon, you will learn to love me," Clary said nothing in response, trying to hide the fear that was shaking her body. Sebastian put his hands on either sides of her head, trapping her against the wall. The redheads breath quickened, her mind spinning in circles as she tried to figure out how to get out. Sebastian brushed his thumb across her bottom lip leaning in he kissed her. She pursed her lips, expecting the kiss to be rough but it was instead gentle and passionate. She felt so disgusted, she tried to pull her head away but the restraints kept her in place. Her heart was racing as she tried to think of anything she could do get away. Sebastian pushed his hands towards her pants, thumbing open the button. NO NO NO! This couldn't be happening!

"Sebastian please! Don't do this!" The shadowhunters heart was pounding out of her chest.

"Clarissa, we belong together, dont you see, should that fact not be consummated?" Sebastian asked. Pushing her pants down, he moved to her panties, yanking them down. Using his other hand, he ripped her metallic shirt down the center. Clarys breath caught in her throat in surprise and her instincts kicked in as she kneed him in the stomach. Sebastian staggered back for a moment lust turning to anger in his onyx eyes. He whipped his hand across her face with a resounding smack. Clary cried out at the stinging red mark on her face, for a moment seeing black before pulled back into reality by Sebastian's seething "if you ever try that again, I will gut the stomach of that pretty boy you like so much," Her eyes widening in fear as Sebastian ripped her bra off. She felt so exposed, her arms above her head, her body naked except for the ripped t-shirt sleeves that clung to her body. She struggled as best she could but she couldn't get free, as loud as she screamed, nobody would hear her, there was no escape.

No part of her body wanted her to beg but her frantic mind saw no bypass. "Please, PLEASE Sebastian I'm begging you not to do this" Her panicky breath caught in a sob as tears crashed down her face

"You are mine Clarissa and you will learn to love me but until then you know it has to be this way." Clary had only a moment to process this before she cried out in pain as he unexpectedly shoved two fingers up her pussy. Her sobs got louder as she threw her head back in frustrated agony. Sebastian suddenly moved his mouth to her breast, sucking and flicking her erect nipple with his mouth. Her body spazed in confused, unwanted pleasure.

Quicky Seb POV

She looked so beautiful, squirming and shaking around him, she was going to cum soon, he smiled at the thought thought of breaking her. Soon, she would understand that this was meant to be. She would beg him to break her down like this.

Clary Pov

Clarys resolve shattered as a small moan escaped her lips. She could feel herself on the brink, her breathing laboured in guilt. Suddenly Sebastian added a third finger. That was all it took, Clary went falling over the edge into orgasm, body shaking, heart pounding against her ribs. Sebastian couldnt take it anymore, seeing her hot sweating body like this, he only took a moment to line himself up with her throbbing hole. Clary screamed as he slammed into her, not even giving her a moment to adjust. He relished the sound of her screams.

She couldnt process what was happening, her mouth opened and closed in moans and screams and desperate cries. She tasted her salty tears, felt the rocking and the bouncing of her breasts. Sebastian crashed their lips together, She didn't even protest. She vaguly felt Sebastian pull out moments before cumming on her body. He moaned falling ontop of her body to catch his breath.

"You did better than I thought you would Clarissa," He said through laboured breaths. She didn't respond, her body still in shock. He finally stood back from her, looking her up and down as if examining a prize he had just claimed. He pulled his pants up, not bothering to do the buckle before pulling his shirt on. With a final glance at his handiwork, he snapped his fingers and walked out the door. The instant the door closed, the chains diapered and Clary sunk to the ground. She saw but couldn't see, she felt pain but couldn't feel that she was in pain, she wanted to cry but tears wouldn't come. Finally, she stood up, her legs wobbling as she stumbled to the bathroom. She couldn't bare to look at herself as she walked in. She turned on the shower, feeling the sting of hot water on her skin soaking into the cuts on her wrists and sliding across the bruises that were sure to be there.