Hi! Yeah this has been a while, honestly I forgot about it, but then I watched the Mortal Instruments movie for the first time last week and remembered, if no one even remembers what I wrote 4 years ago that's completely fine. I had to reread it too. I apologize in advance for the amount of typos in my previous chapters, I'm not claiming I'm the best author ever or anything, but here's the next chapter.

Usual disclaimer..

WARNING!

It's a little more graphic than I have written before, got some scandalous stuff going on so if you're easily offended or anything.. I warned you!

Anyways, enjoy this long awaited chapter :)

Chapter 14 – Escape Part 2

The basement was cold, dark. There were no windows to let in the light so the next few hours felt like an eternity to Jace. He was lying there. Broken. Shot. All he could hear was the slow drip of a leaking pipe somewhere in the basement. Clary had passed out just moments after he had been thrown in here with her, and he desperately wished he could do the same.

His wrists were aching, his hands slimy from blood. A man had come down and tied his hands to a pole behind his back, ensuring there was no escape. He couldn't see Clary, but he knew that she was tied up in a different manner, her limbs all individually tied to the wall giving her some leeway to sleep.

"Jace…" The word was barely a sound as she breathed it out in her sleep. He would never have known she had said anything if the basement weren't so dark. It was pitch back, his eyes capturing nothing. His ears on the other hand went into overdrive.

He heard the creaking of the wooden boards from the floor above them. Someone was walking. He heard the steps start to go down the stairs and he mentally prepared himself for whatever was going to come through the door.

The door flew open, light pouring into the darkness and blinding Jace. There was the silhouette of a man standing in the doorway; too bulky to be Clary's father.

"Well look what we have here," he said, "You two thought you could outsmart the boss eh? Ha! You're funny."

The man was short and stocky, with a thick beard and a scar that went over his left eye and through his eyebrow. He looked like the stereotypical villain, which made Jace chuckle to himself despite his situation.

The man walked over and kicked Clary, causing her to immediately wake up and cry out in pain.

"Hey!" Jace yelled, "Don't touch her!" He tried to seem intimidating, leaning forward against his restraints which only caused his wrists to throb more.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" The man laughed at him. "And that? That's nothing compared to what the boss has planned. But he's out right now, he told me to take very special care of you two."

The tone of his voice made Jace shudder. What could he be planning? The man turned on the light, illuminating the entire basement. It was unfinished, bare concrete walls with wires and pipes running along the ceiling. There were large cages along the far wall, as if they weren't the first two people to be trapped down in this cellar. What made Jace cringe the most were the tools and weapons proudly displayed along the wall beside him, and the surgical table in the centre of the room.

What could he be up to? Jace wondered.

The man started untying Clary's restraints, starting with her feet. Before he got the first untied he looked at her. "If you try to escape, if you try to hurt me, if you try anything, you're going to wish you hadn't." He waited for her to nod before finishing.

As he was undoing the final rope binding her right hand, she made her move. She kicked out catching him in the groin and scratching at the same time. He doubled over and backed up, one hand on his face where she caught him and the other holding his pants.

She quickly rolled over and finished untying her hand she jumped up to see him standing there in front of her. Four long cuts along his face; the blood already starting to drip.

"Now, what did I tell you about being a good girl…" he wrapped his massive arms around her and squeezed tightly, barely letting her breathe. Her arms were trapped. He picked her up off the ground and her legs were flailing uselessly in the air, trying to connect with him but reaching nothing.

His face pressed against her ear, he whispered roughly; "I was only going to get you ready for the boss, but I guess now I'll have a little fun too." She squirmed against his tight grip but there was nothing she could do as he carried her to the table.

"Do you want to know what happens down here? What has been happening for years?" He laughed. "You're just another one of his experiments. He's going to need to see how you've been doing after all these years… But I'm sure he won't mind if I…" His voice trailed off as he cuffed her first hand to the table.

She was completely freaking out. Screaming, thrashing, trying to get away from this man but he was too strong. She couldn't stop him from restraining her down completely.

He grabbed one of the knives from the wall.

"No…" Jace couldn't even watch what was happening. His breath caught in his throat as the man walked over to Clary and held it against her skin. He heard her sharp intake of air as she felt the cold metal against her bruised body. Then, instead of cutting her, the man used the knife the rip her clothes, starting from her collar all the way until her shirt was in shreds.

Jace couldn't see, but he knew that her chest was bare to the man as he ran the blade gently up and down her torso.

The man leaned in close to Clary, "Nervous yet?" He easily cut though the small pajama bottoms Isabelle had lent her to wear and she felt extremely exposed. She was only wearing her underwear. In the cold basement she got goose bumps and the man laughed, putting down the knife and putting his hands on her body. She tried to free herself but it was in vain, there was nothing she could do.

Jace was panicking. He sat there, struggling against his restraints, not believing what he was seeing. No, it couldn't be. There was no way he had to sit there and do nothing while Clary, HIS Clary, got raped in front of him. The thought of what was about to happen gave him a surge of strength. His hands, lubricated with his blood, slipped out of the rope that bound them. Looking around he saw a large hammer-like tool on the wall, grabbed it and swung at the back of the man's head.

The tool his with a sickening thud, and the man dropped to the ground. There were tears in Clary's eyes as she looked up at him, her angel. He reached into the man's pocket to grab the keys for the cuffs restraining Clary but also found another set of keys, he pocketed those as well.

He barely looked at her while his unlocked the handcuffs, giving her the privacy she deserved after what had almost happened. As she sat up on the table he took off his shirt and handed it to her.

She put on his shirt, thankful about how he was handling the situation. Neither had spoken, afraid to be heard. A million thoughts were going through her mind, her heart beating a hundred miles an hour. What had almost occurred scared her more than anything that had ever happened between her and her father.

She followed Jace up the stairs, her hand on his back. She couldn't bear the thought of not touching him right now, even the slight contact between her fingers and his back was all the reassurance that she needed. She desperately wanted him to hold her, to put her head in that spot on his shoulder that was always so warm and comfortable, but this was not the time. They needed to escape.

The house was deserted; as the man had said her father was out. To which she was greatly relieved. The bag that Jace had packed earlier was in the hallway and she grabbed it on the way out of the house. They left through the front door and she was surprised that it was already late afternoon, by the sun she would guess around 4.

Jace grabbed the set of keys from his pocket and hit the unlock button, causing the older car in the driveway to beep in response. He helped Clary get in the passenger seat then jogged around to the driver's side before he peeled out of the driveway and drove away as fast as he could.

It took almost half an hour for either of them to say anything, their hands intertwined on the gear shifter. It was Jace who broke the silence.

"Clary…" was all he said. Unsure of even what to say. Should he ask how she is? If she's alright? He had no idea.

He looked over at her to see her big, green eyes staring at him. They were wide, and he could see them soften when they caught his gaze.

"What you did…" she started, but didn't quite know what else to say. How could she thank him? What could she possibly do to show how thankful she was for what he had done for her.

Keeping her eye contact, all he said was, "I know, and I love you. I'll always be here for you, I promise I won't let anything happen to you. Sleep now, you need your rest."

She didn't want to sleep, she wanted to stare at him forever. She hadn't seen him shirtless before, the way his golden skin seemed to glow on top of his toned muscles. She stared at his abs for a while, and how they moved in conjunction with his chest while he breathed. He was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. And she closed her eyes, thinking about him, and dreamt about angels.

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