The Mortal Instruments – FanFiction
Torment
Chapter 8 – Pain Worth Pleasure
Jace's Perspective
Jace sat in the institute kitchen with his sister Isabelle. It was rare for his sister to be sensitive, but she could see the deep hurt that echoed through his features. Izzy asked if Jace had been sleeping – she already knew the answer - there were large dark circles under his eyes. Jace's response was abrupt.
"I am fine Izzy." He snapped. The weighing effects of exhaustion was like a sword dangling over his head, threatening to drop at any second.
Isabelle looked at her brother with a 'I don't believe a word you say' expression.
"You and I could go out and look for her Jace... would that take your mind off things? I can ask mum for permis-"
Jace dropped his gaze as he cut her off. "Izzy, she isn't even in New York! Sebastian held her prisoner in Germany; that already tells us he has upgraded this chase to a global scale." He inhaled sharply. "The only way we will ever find Clary, is if Sebastian wants her to be found..."
Jace felt Izzy's dark glare prickle the skin on his cheeks. "Don't ever say that again Jace! How can you be so self subjugated! To be honest, I cannot believe what you are doing! You have never been so easily defeated!" A sudden confidence saturated her voice. "The love of your life is missing, and all you are going to do is sit here and mope about how it will be impossible to get her back!"
"Stop it Izzy." Jace was harsh, but he didn't have the strength to hear this.
Izzy replied; "When Sebastian controlled you all those months ago, what on earth do you think Clary did? Do you think that she just gave up and sat around letting grief overcome her? No Jace! She did everything within her power to find you, and she knew it was going to be impossible! But, did she give up? NO!" Jace looked up at his sister in shock – she was usually very controlled, but her emotions were just as strong as her opinions right now.
As quick as a flash, Izzy pulled out a knife from the strap around her ankle and stabbed it point first into the table as if to state her point. The blade handle wobbled from the impact as her voice dropped into a low snarl. "You think that this is only hard for you Jace? You aren't the only one grieving. Clary would never give up on you... Don't you dare give up on her."
Sebastian's Perspective
Control yourself. Sebastian's thoughts echoed through his head. He had never felt something like this. It was an exquisite feeling of ecstasy - he ran hands all over Clary before he gripped her shoulders and shoved her onto his bed with immense force. He knew it was against her will, but maybe it was time he started pushing her in the emotional direction he wanted her to go in – even if she wasn't ready. Sebastian knew her revolt was only growing stronger. It was only a matter of time before Clary tried to escape again. In some ways, this was like his new form of discipline. Sebastian almost smiled to himself at his enjoyment. He knew what he would have to do to gain mental control over his sister. Once again, he was going to blur the lines between pain and pleasure. He was going to confuse and warp his sister's mind with what was right, what was wrong and what was going to be a reward for obedience.
Sebastian knew she had come up here to sneak out the front door or jump from a window... he had underestimated her will to escape – but there had been nothing subtle about her attempt. After taking control of the situation, Sebastian knew that threatening to have his way with her was his only real option to make her obedient anymore. Clary was becoming more resistant to each of his powerful slaps. Sebastian knew Clary didn't notice it, but she was becoming stronger in more ways than she thought. Clary appeared to be weak on the outside; physically she was becoming a bag of skin and bones – much to Sebastian's disgust. He heard her crying most nights, he could see her rolling around in her bed on the security cameras - she was plagued with constant nightmares. But, the strength Sebastian saw was from her heart. He had never seen anything like this before. It was like the ones Clary loved were helping her; they were keeping her mental resistance alive and her heart beating. Sebastian had never seen such an irrevocable love for other human beings before... it was something he had never anticipated.
"Too long." Sebastian whispered in Clary's ear. He was impatient as he waited for her to finally agree to kiss him. Clary's lips were a beautiful shade of pink. They were gorgeous, delicate and soft like a rose petal. Even though she had more angel blood than most Shadowhunters - she still wasn't an angel. However, to Sebastian it would be like kissing a real angel. Both the pure taste and texture combined... it tempted his dark demon blood to taint her. Shaking his head to clear it, Sebastian's hands were almost disconnected from his brain as they eagerly made to pull down her underwear – they had never burned with such a painful desire. Watching Clary fight back had been a beautiful moment, it was so arousing to watch her struggle beneath him. Clary was so fiery for such a small person. Sebastian hadn't predicted how mentally strong she would be – her resistance was quite unparalleled to anything he had ever seen.
"Decide now Clarissa, or you know what I will do." His hands gripped around the edge of her underwear and the silky fabric slid down her thighs easily. Sebastian could hear his sister on the border line first stages of a panic attack. Clary's chest was rising and falling fast as she mentally contemplated the idea that he was going to have his way if she didn't comply. Still frustrated that she couldn't make a decision, Sebastian's hands travelled to the smooth skin on the inside of her thighs, extremely close to what made her a woman. His fingertips were begging to move just that little bit closer...
Finally regaining some control over her panic, Clary's shaky hands became firm as they yanked on Sebastian's hair. She sealed her lips to his. A strong heat overtook Sebastian's body as a tingling fire travelled to his stomach before going to the tips of his toes. Sebastian felt like he was a young adolescent who had just had their first kiss. It was stupid really, why would he feel like that? His body had experienced way more than a childish first kiss – Clary was having some bizarre effects of her own on her brother. Sebastian felt a buzzing electricity flow through his hands as they abandoned their post at Clary's thighs and tangled in her red hair. Sebastian pulled tight as he forced his tongue into Clary's mouth. Clary's tongue tasted nothing like he expected. The inside of her mouth was warm but her saliva did taste unusual... Sebastian knew Mother Nature deliberately wanted to create this sick feeling - like the kiss Sebastian and Clary shared was wrong. His sister knew just how inappropriate it was, but the thought of a forbidden temptation just made Sebastian more eager. Sebastian's head swam as his blood kept travelling downwards – he had never been so turned on. It was like he had an addiction to the urges nature wanted him to defy. Clary's words echoed through his mind - The same blood does run through our veins! You are incest! SICK! Maybe he was, but when everything against him said no, Sebastian would say yes.
Trying to regain some physical control over his body, Sebastian broke the kiss and used his body weight to hold Clary down. His lips hungrily trailed down her neck with a violent urgency; like he needed to find something to put out the burning fire in his chest. When Clary tried to get up – using his hand – Sebastian forced her head to one side without his lips breaking contact with her neck.
Clary needed this moment with him. Sebastian wanted Clary to see what he could offer her. Clary seemed to be trying to pull him up the bed. It was an innocent enough gesture, but he knew what he was doing. Sebastian was precise, sharp and switched on when it came to women. He held his weight on his elbows as Clary dragged her body up to the pillows. Once she was comfortable enough, Sebastian – instead of following Clary - took benefit of his current vantage point. His head was now at her belly button - why did Clary move up the bed? Did she want his mouth down here - Sebastian thought. He grabbed onto the hem of her silky night dress and pulled it up. Somehow, during the kiss they had shared, Clary had managed to pull her underwear back up. It was disappointing, but probably for the best – it was still an area Sebastian was working toward and seeing anything probably would make him loose control.
A moan escaped Sebastian's lips as he ran his tongue over Clary's soft stomach. His hands ran down the sides of her waist all the way to the top of her thighs. In the dim light of the room, Sebastian could see the bite marks he left on her skin from the other day on the couch. Deep satisfaction flowed within his veins at the site of his branding – Clary was his property. Clary yelped as his teeth sunk into her skin again. A delicious pain shot through Sebastian's back as he realised that Clary had sunk her nails into his skin in retaliation.
"You know what that does to me..." Sebastian whispered, his voice dark and lusting.
"And you truly are sick!" Clary hissed back.
Sebastian smiled as he bit her again and sucked. The blood that he drew to the surface would definitely leave more bruises – good. His tongue wandered aimlessly over his marks until it dipped into her belly button. He swirled his tongue as he heard the breath Clary was holding escape her lips. Clary's hands were moving around above her head, so it left Sebastian open opportunity to pull up the night dress even further. It was now up and around her neck as Sebastian went to undo her bra. Clary's hands must have come back into the situation, because before he could reach the clasp, Sebastian felt a sharp punch hit him squarely in the face. He was quick to react, his body naturally now on the defensive. His left hand wrapped around her small throat and began pushing down on her windpipe. As a natural reaction, Clary's hands went to her throat trying to pry his hand off her. She tried to gasp for air and her body started rocking beneath his as it spasmed – it was trying to draw in air that it couldn't get.
"Will you do as you are told now Clarissa?" Sebastian spat. He watched as Clary's face went white and her eyes bulged in their sockets. "The last thing I want is for you to pass out on me... where is the fun in that?" He smiled wickedly as he slowly eased off the pressure, just enough for her to suck in a few desperate breaths.
"Good girl." He coaxed, as her chest rose and fell beneath him. Now fully reliving the pressure on his sister's throat -Sebastian's busy hands wandered to her back as he unclasped her bra. His hands practically yanked it off her as her breasts were exposed. Reflexively, Clary's body hunched inwards towards the mattress, like her instincts wanted her to pull away and stop this. Sebastian raised his hand and slapped her across the face. Grabbing at the roots of her hair at the top of her head, Sebastian yanked her head up and whispered darkly in her ear.
"Don't think that you can defy me! My dear sister, our bodies were made for each other..." Sebastian felt his bare chest touch his sister's as he exhaled sharply. It burned with coldness - like it had been touched with dry ice – before he shoved her head back down onto the pillow and his lips continued their interrupted assault. Sebastian's lips trailed their way down onto her left nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. He felt not pleasure from his sister at his advancement. Her nipple did not react or enlarge under his touch – she truly was repulsed by him.
On some deep level, Sebastian felt disappointed. It was an unexpected feeling. Clary's body had no reaction to him except for pure revulsion. Suddenly irritated, Sebastian grabbed Clary's shoulders and pushed her with exceeding force off the bed and onto the floor. Her body made a loud thud and her breath escaped through her bared teeth – she clearly hadn't been expecting that. Sebastian wasn't sure why it bothered him. Since when did he care if Clary wanted him or not? He was going to have her, either way. Clary scrambled to her feet, her hands reaching out behind her to stop her from backing into the wall. She bumped into the chain that hung from the closed blinds, she pulled on it – her eyes still focused on him. Sebastian watched from his position on the bed as she lifted the blind, the lights of Melle flooded into the room. His chest rose and fell with his sudden anger as he fought to control it on the bed. Clary slowly turned her body around and looked out the window. Her right hand rose and lightly touched the glass, as if she rather wished she was outside in the crisp and cold night air.
Fighting through his anger, Sebastian managed to get the words out. "You can wish to be out there all you want Clarissa. In fact, look at it for as long as you like. As soon as you turn away from the window – the scene before you will be gone."
Clary looked back at him in disbelief. "What do you m- " She cut off as she looked back out the window. One minute they were in Melle, France, now they had transported to Stavanger in Norway – of course, Clary didn't know where they were. A new set of lights shone brightly through the room as Clary gasped in amazement.
"Told you." Sebastian muttered, almost immaturely. "Now get back here. You are going to give me a back massage to calm me down." Sebastian's sudden rage had subsided and so had his stronger sexual desires - but, he still wanted Clary to touch him. Clary went to pick up her discarded bra that lay on the ground.
"Don't." Sebastian spat as he saw anger flash in her eyes.
Clary sat on the edge of his bed as Sebastian rolled over. He waited for her to touch him. When he didn't feel the pressure of her small hands, he turned his head and looked up. Clary sat with her arms crossed in defiance.
Sebastian felt his eyebrows press together in annoyance. "Do you honestly think that after everything that has happened tonight, you can still fight me?" He sat up and smacked her across the face. His hand blazed from the force of the impact behind it. The pain ignited the fire within his blood as he felt his anger rise again. Sometimes it was hard for Sebastian to control himself. Although he was smart and usually held his composure well – once again Clary had shown him just how weak she made him. That thought only fuelled the fire as Sebastian got up and off the bed and knelt down until his face was in line with hers.
"What the Hell do you think you are doing?" He stated, his voice dripping with dark aggression. When Clary didn't respond, Sebastian's hand curled into a fist. His arm snapped back as he put his full strength into the punch and drove it into her stomach. Clary buckled over in pain, a scream of agony tearing from her throat.
"Flinching only shows weakness!" He quoted from his father as he continued. "Shut up Clarissa!" He grabbed her by the hair at her forehead again. He yanked on it and dragged her off the bed towards the door. His sister's arms and legs were flailing around as she tried to grab onto something to stop him. Sebastian finally reached the door to the stairs and yanked it open with his free hand. He stood above Clary and spat on her face. He watched as Clary flinched and his saliva dribbled off the end of her nose.
Sebastian felt Clary tense. "I hope you rot in Hell you sick mother f-" Her retort was cut off as Sebastian flung her body down the stairs – like he was throwing out the trash.
Clary's Perspective
Searing pain shot through Clary as her body was flung down the stairs. She heard the loud bang as Sebastian slammed the door shut above her. Pain shot through her back as she smashed onto the ground after the last step. Clary felt the air escape her lungs as she was winded by the impact. She lay there for several seconds before a smile appeared on her face. Clary opened her right hand and looked down – as if to double check – her stele lay rested in her palm. Her head pulsed and an immense throbbing pain in her stomach screamed in protest as she got up. She had to hurry, Sebastian would see her on the security camera – he would figure out what she was about to do. Clary knew she should be moving faster but the pain was too much. She could only think of one thing – she was going home...
