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It wasn't long after that Valentine left that Jonathan came back into the room. He had retired after bringing Clary and Jace into the living room and had made an appearance until now. Jonathan strut into the room with a small knife in his hands, he smirked down at the two of them.
'So Clary, how was reuniting with dear daddy?'
Clary glared at up at his, 'Shut up Jonathan.'
'Hm,' he tutted, 'I wouldn't talk like that to me if I were you.'
'Jonathan, where are we?'
He tilted his head and looked at her for a moment. 'On the outskirts of town, old house that we've had in the family for a while.'
Clary was confused, she had never heard of this place before, it was most likely just another thing that her father had hidden from her.
'How come I've never heard of this place before?' she questioned.
He just looked at her with a slight mocking air 'Please, do you really think that father would tell you about this house?'
He laughed slightly again and walked closer to her. Again, Jace began trying to escape from his ropes .
Jonathan placed the knife on the side of Clarys cheek, holding it there long enough for her to get the message; he meant business. Jonathan ran his finger down her cheek and tilted his head towards Jace.
'Did little Clary here ever tell you about our…encounters?' He looked back at her and moved his hand down to her arm, lightly pushing her top off her shoulder.
'About how I would come see her after daddy dearest would beat her.' His hand moved farther down her arm. 'I'd pin her to the bed,' he was looking straight into her eyes now, 'while she struggled to get up from underneath me'
Clary was now doing the same thing he was describing, struggling to get away from him. Her shoulders were beginning to hurt from the angle in which they were held for so long. As much as she wished it not to happen, her eyes started filling with tears of terror. She could feel an anxiety attack coming on and couldn't stop it.
From where he was sitting, Jace could see Clary becoming more undone by what Jonathan was doing. He struggled more with his bonds and was elated to feel the ropes begin to give way.
A couple more twists and the rope snapped in half.