AN: If you noticed, I changed my pen name, because I came up with LikeABoss555 on short notice. The current one is because I write fanfics, smith means crafter and it's my last name! Ain't that conveinent?

CHAPTER 13

***CLARY***

Clary looked up at her brother horrified and, in a desperate bid for escape, dove through his legs. He whirled around as Clary bolted to the door and tugged desperatly on it. It didn't budge. Jonathan laughed and grabbed Clary by the shirt, tossing her on the bed. She scrambled backwards but Jonathan grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to him,

"If you don't struggle, I might cosider using lube", he offered.

Clary weighed her options and reluctantly relaxed a little. Smirkng, Jonathan tore off her cloths untill she was naked. He turned her around to her hands and knees and reached off the bed to grab a small tube of lube from his pants pocket.

Clary tensed, wondering how much it would hurt. Just before Jonathan could grab her hips, she bolted of the bed. Running to the bathroom that ajoined her room, she shut and locked the door quickly, leaning on it.

"Clarissa! Open up!", Jonathan shouted.

"Fuck off!", she shouted back.

Jonathan tried to open the door, but thankfully it didn't open, "I tried being nice, Clary", he said.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a bang and Clary landed on the floor. Jonathan picked her up by her hair, ignoring her pained cry. On the door was a opening rune.

Jonathan dragged her to the bed again and snached up some cloths that were on the floor. Before Clary could wriggle away, he tied her facedown to the bed, spread-eagle with her ankles and wrists attached to the bedposts. Clary felt a tear or two make their way down her face.

Jonathan shed his boxers and palmed her ass, squeezing painfully. His hand dissapeared for a moment and suddenly Clary felt a sharp smack. She yelped in surprise and Jonathan chuckled. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her lower half level with his, "If you don't struggle, it will hurt less"

"Please don't", Clary begged.

"Father's orders", her brother said, with no hint of remorse, "Just remember sister, I do love you"

"You can't love", Clary snapped, "And even if you could, you wouldn't do this if you really loved me"

"Quiet", Jonathan snarled.

He proded her ass and gently began to slide inside her. Clary felt like she was being ripped in half and cried out in pain, "Ow! Ow! Jonathan, stop, it hurts! Please!"

"I love it when you beg, Clarissa. You have to promise to be a good girl if you want the lube. Understand?"

"YES! Just use it!", she begged.

He pulled out of her and Clary whimpered in releief. Grabbing the bottle, her put a generous amount on both of them, "Be thankful, Clarissa"

Once again, he started to slide into her, and while it was considerably less painful then the first time, it still hurt like a bitch. Clary felt tears of pain and shame pour down her face. Jonathan was finnally all the way in and stayed there for a few moments. When he started to move, he gripped her hips moving faster and faster. She cried harder.

"Love me, Clarissa", he said, almost a beg, "If you would just love me, I will stop"

"I love Isabelle", she managed through the pain, "I hate you"

Jonathan angrily wrapped his hand in her hair and wrenched her head back, "You will regret that, sister"

He pulled almost all the way out of her and Clary almost thought he was going to stop. Suddenly, he slammed back in. Clary sreamed in pain as Jonathan did this again and again. After what seemed like forever, he grunted and spilled into her. As soon as he untied her, Clary curled into a ball and sobbed. She knew she would be sore for weeks.

Jonathan stood up and though he had just gotten laid, he seemed both angry and sad. He left, slamming the door behind him and locking it behind him.

***ISABELLE***

Isabelle was worried sick about Clary, and was sure Jonathan left a scilencing rune off the door just because he could. She could hear Clary screams and sobbs of pain, as well as her begging Jonathan to stop. Izzy now hated Jonathan even more.

Robert had locked Alec in his room and Micheal and Izzy in their's, though she didn't know what he wanted to accomplish since they were both gay. Either he didn't think that through or he had something else up his sleeve.