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The Same Experiment, After 17 Years.
It's been a week here. I wish Jace would come and save me like last time. But it would be too good to be true. This is Valentine. They would never mess with him. Over the last 7 days I learnt how dangerous he was. It was the same routine everyday. Shower, eating enough food to survive, Pangborn being creepy at times, and another thing that was really worrying me...
It was the vomitings. I would have them at least twice a day. I touched my belly and started feeling a very subtle bump.
Pangborn is still annoying me with the clothes. Today he gave me another long shirt to wear with nothing else like he did the first time. Sometimes I'm scared of him. He's unpredictable and a little crazy.
I heard a knock on my door. It was Valentine again.
The room was dark, but I could make out the outline of his body, his pale hair reflecting some light.
"Where's the girl?" He asked. It wasn't Valentine's voice.
"It's so dark in here, is there no light?" He asked in frustration.
"No." I replied simply. I didn't know what else to say.
And then he walked towards me.
"Follow me."
I followed him in my stupid long t shirt.
He stopped right outside he door where there was some light.
He looked at me.
"What a pleasant surprise." He said.
He looked just like Valentine. Except he looked younger.
I looked at him confused.
"Come with me."
I followed him. Embarrassed about what I was wearing. We stopped outside a door.
He opened it and pushed me inside.
Valentine was there.
"There she is." Valentine said.
"Thank you, Jonathan." Valentine said to him.
There was another man there, who was old looking. He had a cape on, and looked like some sort of magician.
"That's the girl we'd like you to check, Arnold." Said Valentine to the man.
"Check what?" I dared to ask.
"If what we suspect is true." He said, again confusing me.
"Lay her down." The old man said, in his old voice.
There was a table, and Jonathan placed his hand on my back, walking me towards the table that was big enough for my body to lay down on it.
"Don't be scared." Said the old warlock reassuringly.
I hesitated.
God, it was so embarrassing. I was wearing nothing but a long shirt. I had no underwear on and there were 3 men in the room.
"Cmon girl, we don't have all night!" Said Jonathan angrily.
I carefully laid down on the table, pulling down the shirt.
"What is she wearing?" Said Valentine.
My cheeks were red now.
"Pangborn took away my clothes and just gave me this to wear." I replied.
Jonathan started laughing in amusement.
"Is that okay with you, Arnold?" Valentine asked the old man.
"I'm not complaining." He said with a smile.
And they all shared a laughed together.
"Maybe we could have some fun after this." Said Jonathan.
"Jonathan." His father said. "Keep your ideas in your head for now."
The old man took out a little container from his pocket. He opened it and took a pinch of red coloured dust.
Sprinkled it on my belly and closed his eyes, using his hands as if moving energy on top of my stomach.
I felt a strange sensation, like I could feel something inside my womb. It was Jace's child.
So that's what they wanted to see. How did they suspect I was pregnant? How the hell did they know?
The warlock opened his eyes and looked at Valentine.
"Your suspicion was correct, she is pregnant."
"For how many months?" Valentine asked.
"Since 2 and a half months. And not only that." The warlock said, with a serious look in his eyes.
"It's a shadowhunter's child."
Valentine and Jonathan looked shocked.
"A shadowhunter?" Jonathan asked in surprise.
"No, it can't be, it's not true-" but I was cut off.
"Shhhh." Valentine said, placing his finger on my lips, shutting me up.
"Don't speak." He said it in a way that it was impossible to disobey him.
"You are dismissed Arnold, thank you." Valentine said, not even looking at the Warlock as he walked out of the room. His eyes were fixed on me.
Valentine put his hand on my stomach, caressing it, in such a mocking way.
"So, there is a lot of explanation to do now, sweetie."
I looked at him in shock, speechless. I didn't want to believe this was happening.
"Who's child is it?" Asked Jonathan.
Valentine held my arm and helped me sit up on the table.
I couldn't speak.
"Speak up!" Said Valentine.
I gasped in fear at his tone.
"It was Jace!" I said, crying. There's no use hiding anything anymore.
Jonathan looked at me in disbelief.
"So it's Jace, who fucked her." Said Jonathan.
"But she's a mundie. Why would he even think of doing that?"
"But look at her." Valentine held my jaw, making me face him and his son. "Mundie or not, she's quite fuckable. And Jace is a teenager after all." Replied Valentine.
I hugged myself as an automatic response. This was making me really uncomfortable.
"But why would he even let her live after she got pregnant?" Added Jonathan.
"Jace has always been too soft... but"
Valentine looked at me in seriousness.
"...does Jace know that you are carrying his child?"
"No, I haven't told him." I replied with guilt.
"What a mischievous bitch." Said Jonathan.
"But Jon, this is a gift in disguise. We can create another gifted shadowhunter."
"Like you did with me?!" Yelled Jonathan, now the anger directed towards his father.
I jumped in fear. The tension between them was dangerous.
"Do not talk to me like that, do you understand?" Said Valentine, with the look that could kill if possible.
Jonathan left the room angrily, banging the door shut.
It was just me and Valentine left.
"You are staying with me here tonight. We are going to do some experiments." Valentine said coldly, but I could sense excitement and giddiness in his tone.
He held me and took me into another room, where there seemed to be different materials, different tools and ingredients. Even some human bones. He placed me on a chair, similar to the one that are in dentists' office.
I couldn't muster a word in fear.
Valentine secured my wrists and ankles so that I couldn't move from the chair.
He spent hours trying to create a mixture, mixing different ingredients. I tried to make out what he was doing, but I couldn't understand anything at all. He looked so crazy and passionate in his work. He truly was a psychopath.
I didn't realize that I had taken a nap until he lightly slapped my cheek.
"Wake up, it's time to drink the potion."
Valentine was now on his knees, holding a cup with black liquid in it. If someone was watching from afar, it would look like a caring father trying to give his daughter a medicine.
"What is this?" I asked.
"It's a potion, it will keep your baby alive. It's the only way your baby can survive."
"Why would you care about that?" I asked in disbelief.
Valentine's face now turned angry, and he put down the black potion carefully on the table behind him.
And then I didn't see it coming. It was a big smack across my face. It hurt like hell.
"You will not question me!" He said angrily, like a maniac.
A tear ran down my cheek.
He brought the potion back again, and kneeled in the same position.
"Open your mouth." He said more softly this time.
I turned my face away. I couldn't come to do it.
Surprisingly, he placed the potion back on the table and left the room.
But after a few minutes, Pangborn came in along with Valentine.
I started fighting the bonds that tied my to the chair.
"Open her mouth Pangborn." Said Valentine.
Pangborn held my hair and my lower mouth and pulled, so that my mouth was forcefully open in a painful way, and then I felt warm, bitter and sour tasting liquid go down my throat.
I felt the disgusting liquid going down into my stomach, and a strange feeling came over me.
I started having dark thoughts, all my fears came back, all my insecurities. All the worst case scenarios were playing in my head.
"Please help." I said desperately.
Valentine laughed while I screamed in frustration.
"Noooo!" I yelled. I started crying.
"Take away these thoughts! Stop!" But Valentine simply watched me in fascination.
Valentine brought a little round mirror from the corner of the room and showed it to me, so that I could see my reflection.
I looked at my reflection to see that my normally pale eyes now turned dark reddish purple. I could see both pain and sadism in my eyes. I could see all the evil, the bad, and the sad. Is this really me?
I looked at myself and laughed mischievously and then cried the next moment, as if an evil force kept coming and going back and forth in my soul.
Valentine looked at me the last time. And then left me to spend the rest of the night in this agonizing mental pain.
-xxx-
I woke up, seeing the room in a different light. My four limbs were still tied to the chair. It was so annoying and frustrating.
I looked around the room. And heard the birds chirping. It was dawn. It felt so different than last night. I don't want to remember it.
I didn't know how long I was going to be stuck here. But I was feeling really claustrophobic being tied.
Should I yell? Or should I patiently wait?
"Help!" I yelled as loud as I could. I might get in trouble for this but nothing can be worse than last night.
I yelled again.
And then angrily none other than Jonathan came in.
"What the fuck?" He asked, scratching his cheek. He looked like he just woke up.
"What are you yelling for?" He asked.
"I had a nightmare." I lied.
The last thing I wanted him to know was that I disturbed his sleep and woke him up by purpose. He seemed just as much of a psychopath, if not more than his own father.
"Damn you." He said and intended to walk away but I called him.
"Jonathan?" I called.
He turned around and looked at me.
"I need to go to the bathroom, could you please do something?" This time it wasn't a lie.
He walked towards me and opened my bonds with a special knife he took out from his pocket. He sleeps with a knife in his pocket?
Once my limbs were free I thanked him.
"You're welcome." He replied.
But he didn't leave.
"You look so pale and you have dark circles around your eyes."
"Thanks for reminding me." I replied sarcastically.
"But you're still hot." He said.
I was taken aback.
An then his face was getting closer and I didn't know what was going on. And then he kissed me.
He kissed me dominantly.
He retreated and I tried catching my breath.
"Did you know this is my shirt you're wearing?" He said.
"No I didn't."
"Well now you do. And you know that I have the right to take it back whenever I want to too."
His hand slyly slipped under my shirt. And I was completely naked under that shirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"What do you think I'm doing, slut?" He asked.
His fingers were touching my most sensitive part.
"Stop." I told him.
He ignored my words.
"Do you know how many times since last night I got a glimpse of your little pussy?"
I put my hand on his arm to prevent him from going any further.
"Jon, please don't." I said.
"I like when you beg like that. But I'm going to make you beg the opposite, once I start." He said.
"I'm pregnant."
"So? Do you think I give a fuck?"
"No, but I think your father does."
"He.. He gave you a potion last night?"
"Yeah."
He looked extremely angry now. He got up, looking down at me suddenly as if I'm an alien.
"I'm going to destroy it." He said, looking at my belly.
"Why?" I asked.
He tried to calm himself, walking around back and forth frantically in that little area, and then left.
Thank god he left.
I walked out of the horrible experiment room and went towards the bathroom, to take shower and clean myself.