Ahhh thank you soo much everyone! I am so excited that you are liking my story, and I can't wait to continue it!

ASilverShadowhunter: I know! Henry would just be there, like, "Can I kidnap you? I need to make some money..." Oh by the way, *spoiler* but we get to meet Henry in a couple chapters! He's awesome. Yep, go Tessa! Girl power! :) Stand up and back talk that Mortmain! I actually feel like Mortmain should have a bigger part in this story, but I want it to see like he is just the mastermind who oversees this whole hostage business.

TheMusicalDevil: Haha thank you so much for checking out my new story! I'm super glad you loved the last chapter, and I hope you love this one too! It's a bit choppy, but I tried to make it sort of dramatic, to a point.

Guest: I'm so happy you like it! Yes, they are *spoiler* falling in love. Or more rather, Will has fallen for Tessa. Here's the next chapter!

The-Final-Hope: I so agree! He needs to die, stat. Let's get a pool of heavenly fire! Or we could just drown him in regular water. No, I like the heavenly fire thing better.

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Ink2parchment: So glad you think so! It's more experimental, as my recent fanfics have been, but I like how they are coming along so far.

Fanfic lover xox: I like stories like this too! They are dramatic, with some romance, and I find them exciting to read and write!

SaneLilies: Thank you, you are too awesome! Yes, they are going to fall in love, fast. I don't really know how it ended up like this, but the story is moving really fast, and, I mean, this is only the second day, and it's already the fourth chapter!


The Others

Will's P.O.V.

It's scary how well she can read me. I don't know how she knew I would not punch her. It's almost...as if she can see the real me behind my vicious outer later that I have tried so hard to create. It's like she can see, whenever I slap her, I have to will myself to do it.

I can't let her see the real me.


I go to each of my regular captives to bring them breakfast. Really, it is just a small bowl of watery oatmeal and half an orange.

It's surprising how they think that they can physically hurt me. I don't know how many times they have tried to bite me, or kick me, or just injure me in general. I'm about six feet tall. Most of the girls are under five and a half feet, and they can do no harm to me.

Tessa is different, and I visit her last. She's probably almost five feet, nine inches, but still, it is not any physical attacks that pose a threat to me from her. Not that she's even tried, but it her words that unnerve me. The way she speaks to me like she knows she has power.

And she does, whether she knows if or not.


Her breakfast is different from the others. I carry a tray with a bowl of cold cereal, a glass of milk, and a banana.

I rap my knuckles on her door, them let myself in. She is reading again.

Dammit, why is she always reading? It makes me want to sit down next to her and discuss our love of books.

"Will," she says to me, without taking her eyes off the page.

"Tessa," I reply, copying her gravelly tone. She turns around to look at me.

"I'd really appreciate it if you would not interrupt me so often," she states calmly, with a blank face.

"Believe me," I say, preparing the next words in my head, so they will sound as menacing as possible, "I do not want to visit you. But I don't want to clean up another corpse, dead from starvation."

She stands, and takes the tray from my hands. Setting it down on the table, she turns back to me, blue-gray eyes seeing straight into my soul, it seems.

"Answer me this, William Herondale, and answer me truthfully," she enunciates, speaking each word with passion and determination.

I roll my eyes, trying to act unaffected to her words, but I feel as if I am only half suceeding, "Only if I want to. It depends what you ask."

"You said that if a girl's family can't pay ransom, they are killed. How many have you, Will Herondale, killed with your hand?" she breathes, softly, no anger in her voice. Just curiosity.

I remember what Mortmain said to me, They are getting information from you, subconsciously.

Even though I don't believe in what he says, telling her that I have never killed a girl, except for the one who committed suicide by starving herself will only lower what authority I have over her. And I can feel myself losing more of it every second I am near her.

So I glare at her, and scowl, "Why do you care?"

"I am just curious," she replies.

"Curiosity is your besetting sin," I hiss, and she narrows her eyes at me.

"As far as sins go, it isn't the worst," she shoots back, "What's wrong with knowing the truth?"

"The truth will hurt you." I reply, and I leave her room, only turning back to close the door and lock it. When I do, I sneak a glance at her.

She is still standing, staring at me, watching every move of mine, with her cloudy eyes.


Tessa's P.O.V

I refuse to believe that Will is genuinely bad. He has a dark secret, I can tell, but what it is, I have no idea. I know one thing, though. I will figure it out.

He has brought me a slightly nicer breakfast today, cereal, milk, and a banana, so I actually finish it, and though the cereal is stale and the banana overripe, it is much better than yesterday's dinner.

I wonder if Will even goes to school. I don't have a clock in my room, but judging by the light that I saw pouring through the window when I was introduced to Mortmain, it's probably around nine in the morning. School starts at eight, and since Will had just been in my room, I figure that he hasn't gone to his first two classes, at least.

It's really boring here in this room by myself. There's nothing to do, except for to reread my book continuously, and I must ration it, so I don't get bored of it too quickly.

I lie back on my bed, thinking about Jem. He must know, if he did not yesterday, that I have gone missing. We have both of our first classes together, and usually, if I am sick, I give him the heads up to get my homework for me.

Jem. My dear Jem. I close my eyes, visualizing him behind my eyelids. His slender frame, his caring eyes, his strangely silver hair, eyes, and lashes. I miss him so much. If he was here, I would allow myself to cry. I know he would wrap his arms around me, whispering soothing words in my ear, telling me that everything will be okay. And if Jem was here, it would be. I wouldn't be here, I would be somewhere else, whether it be at his house, my house, or at school, I would be safe.


Will checks on me again around what I guess must be lunchtime. He bring a sandwich, a piece of lunch meat between two pieces of bread, and hands it to me, scowling, even though I haven't said anything yet.

"What's up with you?" I ask, and he looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh, the normal," he replies, grinning, "Captured another girl, smoked a few joints, drank a few beers, that sort of thing."

I roll my eyes, because I don't believe him. He doesn't smell of alcohol, or smoke. He smells of soap and sandalwood.

"Really?" I say and he nods, a proud smirk on his face.

I sigh. He glares at me, "I suppose you've been well?"

"I've been as well as I could be for being stuck in a room for almost fifteen hours," I say, and he glances at me again.

"I said you would be able to leave this room. In fact, a lot of the permanent captives are able to talk to each other," he growls.

"How am I supposed to leave?!" I almost scream at him.

"If you want to leave, you could have just asked nicely," he replies " But I'm not so sure I want to take you now."

"Fine," I say, "May you please take me out of this cursed room?"

"Sure," he replies, nicer than I've ever hear him say anything. He takes hold of my arm, and pulls me out the door. This time, he heads the opposite way, and pulls me to a large sitting room.

There are a couple other people in the room, and I recognize Sophie Collins and Cecily Herondale sitting on the couch. They seem tense, and are both wearing tight, revealing clothes, lile me. They flinch away from the hungry stares of the boys sitting at the bar.

I walk over to them, and they notice me. They both smile, and motion for me to sit down next to them. I do, and we begin to chat.

Neither girl is in my grade, but I feel as if I know them already, because we share one thing in common. We are here against out will. I learn that they are permanent captives, like me, and that Sophie was chosen by Gideon, and Cecily was chosen by Gabriel, Gideon's brother.

"You were chosen by Will, my brother," Cecily mentions, taking hold of my hand. I smile at the gesture. She seems so sincere.

"Yes, I was," I reply, "He mentioned that you were chosen by Gabriel. He did not seem happy about it."

Cecily smiles a sad smile, "He is not," she says, "We, the permanent hostages, are slightly more well tolerated than the others. We are not happy to be here, but it is better than being beat constantly."

"Yes," Sophie cuts in, "But it does not mean that we are not miserable, still."

"I-I don't understand. The guys who chose you seem to like you, enough to not harm you too much," I say, placing a hand to my sore cheek, "Will does not like me."

"I wouldn't say they necessarily like us. They choose a girl that they potentially might like, and treat us like property," Sophie replies, "We are still toys to them, but slightly more special toys."

"Yes, my kidnapper, Gabriel, chose me because apparently I am brave," Cecily says, "I don't like him too much, but I put up with his advances, because I'd rather succumb to them, than be dead."

"I am the same," Sophie adds, "Gideon tells me I am beautiful, and down to earth, but how can I believe him? He only wants me for sex" she motions to a scar that runs down her cheek.

"Tatiana was only chosen by Rupert because he was pissed at Gabriel, and he wanted to get back at him, by abusing his sister," Cecily says softly, "She ends up with the most bruises, out of all of us."

"Henry picked Charlotte because, well, no one really knows..." Sophie starts.

"Why did Will pick me?" I blurt, "Is he trying to get at Nate for something?"

Sophie draws her eyebrows together, "No, they don't really speak. Will keeps to himself. He was the last to choose a permanent, out of all of them."

"Will must really like you," Cecily smiles, "Is am glad. He deserves someone special for him."

"How can you say that?!" I practically yell, "He seems to hate me!"

The three boys at the bar turn around to give us the death glare, probably because I just screamed. There are two unfamiliar ones, and I suppose they are Gabriel and Gideon. Will is sitting next to Gideon, and is eating an apple, while the other two drink beer.

"You don't know Will that well," Cecily replies, her voice barely a whisper, "He has gone through so much. I can't tell you what, but believe me. He has."

I ponder this for a moment, when a couple walks through the doorway.

There is a very pretty blonde girl, hands being held behind her back by a brown haired boy. He looks very familiar.

"That's Jessamine," Sophie advises me, "Nate only chose her because she is gorgeous."

Ohmigod. Nate.

I take a closer look at him. He pushes Jessamine over to us, then sits down at the bar, next to Gabriel, grabbing a beer.

As he tips his head back, his messy hair falls from his eyes, the eyes I knew so well long ago. He notices me staring at him, and he swings around in his seat, and stares back.

"Tessie," he breathes.


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