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I just wanted to take this opportunity to apologize in advance, but I hope you still enjoy the chapter.

Warning for rape this chapter, if you don't like it or think you will be triggered by it, please do not read it!

Patrick unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down. He had been facing Alec with an evil look in his eyes but soon directed that look to Magnus, who was on the floor, sobbing in pain, too out of it to even process what was going on above him.

Patrick was already hard when he pulled himself out. He grabbed Magnus by the hair and was clearly intent on bringing his groin to his face, but Alec couldn't do nothing anymore.

"Stop!" he begged. "Please, just stop."

Patrick turned back to him, throwing Magnus back to the ground, perhaps looking a bit disappointed. "So you'll talk now?"

"To Valentine. Not you."

"I'm offended, Alec. Do you not like me?" he chuckled. He sighed, put himself away, and excused himself from the room in search of Valentine.

"Magnus," Alec said. "Magnus, can you hear me?"

"...Alec…."

"I'm here."

"Help me."

Alec felt a lump in his throat and fought the urge to cry.

"I'm going to help you. I promise you, I'll do everything I can. You're not going to die here, Magnus."

"It hurts," Magnus whispered.

"I know. I know it does, but we'll fix you up. You'll be able to use your magic soon and then you won't feel a thing."

Alec couldn't help but feel he was lying.

The door opened with a loud creak and Patrick and Valentine entered the room. He stepped so intimidatingly close to Alec that he could feel his body heat.

"Ready to talk?"

"Yes."

"So where are they? Where are Jace and Clary?"

"I need to know… I need to know what you want with them."

"You need to ask?"

"Just tell me."

"I want to recruit them, of course."

"But you know that will never happen."

"Are you so sure? Jace seemed quite willing the last time I saw him. And Clarissa, well, she is my daughter. I'm sure I can convince both of them to join me."

"You're delusional. And you clearly don't know them as well as you think you do."

Valentine shifted his feet and crossed his arms. "Why are you so worried about them?" he asked. "Shouldn't you be worried about your precious Downworlder? I don't like the looks of those wounds. They could get infected."

Alec closed his eyes to think.

"If they come here to help us, and they refuse you… then what?"

"Then you all die."

Alec knew that would be the answer.

"But don't worry, Alexander! All you have to do is convince Jace and Clary to side with me, then you will be free to go."

Alec wasn't buying it.

"You know as well as I do that the second they say yes and Magnus and I are set free, they will turn on you and abandon you again."

"Well I guess you better make sure that doesn't happen because if it does, I will hunt you down and slit your Warlock's throat myself."

Alec could feel his breathing become heavy as the realization hit him. "They won't say yes. I can't bring them here just for you to kill them."

Valentine snapped his fingers. "Then I believe I have other things to be doing. Patrick, as you were."

Patrick stepped forward with that hungry look in his eyes that Alec didn't like.

"Wait!" Alec called to Valentine. "Please, hurt me instead. Just leave Magnus out of this."

Valentine made a clicking sound with his tongue. "Ah, but this is so much more fun. And honestly, this is worse for you, isn't it?"

With that, he disappeared, leaving only Patrick and his cruelty behind.

Magnus's jaw started to ache after only minutes of Patrick's violation. In, out. In, out. Patrick had threatened to cut off Alec's dick if Magnus bit his, so he didn't dare, no matter how much he wanted to.

Magnus's back was burning with pain, so bad that he could barely care what the man before him was doing. He knew, of course, but the injuries on his back were so horrible that he could barely comprehend how vile it was.

When Patrick pulled out at last, Magnus spit on the ground, wanting to get the taste of him out of his mouth. Patrick laughed at him and slapped him across the face, calling him a slut.

Magnus felt as if the room got colder when Patrick reached for his underwear and pulled them down. Magnus tried kicking at him when he knew what was going to happen, but Patrick grabbed his leg before his foot could connect to his face.

"If you try that again, Warlock, I'll break your leg. It would be easy, so don't test me. Come on. Take it like a man."

"If I had my magic," Magnus said, putting all of his strength into the words, "you would be dead."

"Well, luck me, you're all but useless."

Magnus spat in his face, taking after Alec. Patrick moved his position to better grab Magnus's neck, squeezing as hard as he could.

"I'm going to fuck you until you bleed. I'm going to rip you apart."

Just as his face was turning blue, he let Magnus go.

"Get on your knees and face away from me."

Magnus didn't move an inch.

"Do as I say or I'll bring out the whip again."

Magnus was frozen in fear. Which was worse? The whip, he thought, and he was about to move but Patrick made the decision even easier as he said, "And this time I'll use it on Alec."

He couldn't move faster after that.

When he and Alec had done this, it was amazing. It wasn't just fucking, it was love. And it felt good. Really good.

This was completely different.

Patrick used only Magnus's own saliva as lubricant, but just as he promised, he started to bleed as Patrick had not prepped him, and that made the moving easier. But it hurt. It really fucking hurt. He was ripped open and had blood dripping down his legs, pain shooting up his spine.

The pain was almost as bad as the whipping, but the humiliation was so much worse.

"Open your eyes, Lightwood," Patrick said. "Don't you want to see this?"

Magnus couldn't bear that Alec was watching this. What was he thinking? What if he was so disgusted that he didn't want to touch or even be with Magnus anymore?

He spared a glance at his boyfriend and saw the tears running down his face. He was saying something to him, but Magnus couldn't hear him over the pounding in his ears.

As Patrick was thrusting in and out of him, he leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "He chose this for you. He could have given up his friends but no. He chose his parabatai over you. How does that feel? Do you think he even loves you?"

Patrick finally finished with a dramatic groan and stood up, putting himself away again. He delivered a kick to Magnus's side and watched him collapse to the floor. He couldn't seem to stop crying.

Magnus barely registered that Patrick was now taunting Alec, smiling and telling him how lucky he was to have such a good fuck as a boyfriend.

"Let me go to him," Alec demanded.

"Is that really a way to ask?"

"Please. Let me go to him."

"That's better, but no. Maybe if you hadn't pulled that stunt with the whip, I would have let you but now you're out of luck. Sorry."

Alec hung his head, tears falling freely, a reflection of Magnus.

"I'll be back later for more fun. I'll let you wonder what I mean by that. You two should rest anyway. Alec, think about this: how much longer are you going to let your Downworlder suffer? Isn't it time to give up? I have more planned for him if you keep refusing to cooperate."

"You know why I can't."

"Excuses, excuses. Really, when it comes down to it, it only matters who means more to you. Goodbye, boys."

With that, he was gone.

"Magnus-"

"Don't."

"But-"

"I said DON'T. Leave me alone, Alec."

Even though Alec was right there, Magnus felt completely alone.