Chapter 15

Magnus' POV

The next hours nothing happened. I didn't even know if I should be tired cause that drugged sleep knocked me out of the rhythm. The food began to look more desirable with every passing hour, but I didn't touch it. The thirst was more of a problem. Sometime around midday the door was unlocked again. A young woman came in. Her clothes revealed more than they covered, she was very beautiful but... controlled of fear. Scars covered her skin new and already healed ones. She picked up the untouched plate without looking at me and as she went to the door again, I wanted to ask her something, but then saw John standing next to the door. The girl picked up a new plate with food from a serving table, poured some water into a glass and sat both down next to me. I nearly jumped at the water and gulped everything down, moaning at the cool feeling in my still raw throat. The woman left scared because of my abrupt movement and I saw John's sarcastic smile before he closed the door and pushed the girl forward to the next cell.

This time the water wasn't drugged. I tried to pull out the chain of its anchoring again until I heard the key being turned around in the door. John the bear entered and closed the door behind himself, not locking it. I tried to not show my fear, tried to play cool and just watched him. He pulled the chair closer to me and sat down, pulling off his leather gloves finger for finger and letting them fall to the ground. He made me nervous with his silent behavior. "Can I help you?" I asked in a pissed off tone. He grinned viciously, taking off his scarf and throwing it next to me on the floor, too. "They are searching for you... my master isn't happy about that fact. Now, we have to deliver a few hours earlier than planned. You have very old warlock friends, don't you?"

Before I could think about to give him a snarky answer, he jumped up, the chair slamming back and to the ground behind him as his body collided with mine hard. I was pushed down on the floor, the chain strained to its maximum above my head and the shackles cutting in my wrists making them bleed again. I tried to kick him off of me, using my legs with all my strength because my hands were useless. He pushed me down with his weight not even blinking when I kicked him. "Piss off you fucking...!" I couldn't end my sentence, he grabbed my head and smashed it to the floor, making me see stars and hear as if I got cotton in my ears.

He used the minutes I needed to recover a little, to turn me on my stomach, pushing down my jeans and shorts to my knees. I turned my head a little and everything turned around me, making me sick and close my eyes. In a slurry tone I whispered: "No rape..." He tied my feet together with his scarf and pressed one of the gloves into my mouth, making me choke. I felt his hot breath on my ear and it twitched back in disgust. I heard how he opened his belt and trousers and struggled as much as I could, pain shooting through my body everywhere. My head exploded, my wrists burned, bruises formed on my arms and legs.

He pushed my head down into the blanket I laid on and licked over the skin on my neck. Then he whispered in my ear: "Such a beautiful thing... it would be a waste to not taste you..." He licked over my skin again, sniffing in my scent like a dog. I muffled a moan of disgust into the glove, together with some nice words to describe him, but he couldn't have understand one of them even if he wanted to. "No rape... but there was no mention of sexual harassment being forbidden... you taste so good, little kitten..." He dipped his index and middle finger into his mouth, coating them with saliva before he let them slide between my buttcheeks and playing with my entrance. I tried to get away from him, but he swung one of his legs over mine, pressing his arousel into my thigh and rubbing it against my body. His heat radiated into my side, his breath touched my cheek and ear, hot and with the smell of booze. One of his fingers slid inside of me. I screamed into the glove, closing my eyes and trying not to cry. I tried to get away again, but was pinned down heavily by his weight.

His moans made me sick, the movement of his hips and dick against my thigh made me gag. He let the second finger slip inside and I screamed again. I tried to get my hands free, it didn't matter how much it hurt, I tried it. Blood ran down my arms and dropped to the ground, my muffled screams were drowned out by his grunts and moans. I didn't know if minutes or hours passed by. He eventually let go to push my ass up and kneel down behind me. He stroked his dick with one hand, the other massaged my ass cheeks. I tried to not move my tail, I only wanted him to come to an end and didn't want to distract him, but it twitched out of pain as he pulled me back, my wrists feeling like they will be ripped off. He grabbed my tail, wrapping it around his fingers and pulling hard as he came all over my ass, a cracking sound reaching my ears together with a wave of pain which knocked me out.

I woke up at the sound of a closing belt. The glove was pulled out of my mouth, laying in front of my face. My feet were free again, but the trousers were still down at my knees. I laid on my side, aching everywhere but my tail was the worst, I couldn't even move it, like there was a blockade made of pain. I didn't make a sound, the tears running down my cheeks were silent. I hated myself for not being stronger. The door was pulled open and I heard John say: "Heal his wounds and clean him up. I need him in one hour without any signs of abuse." "Yes, Sir." A woman with pink skin, white hair and gold eyes entered the room and knelt down next to me. I hid my face behind my arms but hissed in pain as she touched my tail, nearly fainting again. "I'm sorry. I don't want to cause you even more pain..." "Then you should have helped me instead of listening to this shit standing outside of the room! Just heal me!" She looked at me sadly but I didn't really care. "Do you want me to sedate..." "No! Just fucking do it!" She nodded, snapped her fingers and green sparks laid down over me, sinking into my body. My broken tail flipped back into the right position, the scream echoed through the room a second, before I recognised that it was me screaming. The forming bruises left my skin and the deep cuts on my wrists closed slowly. She wiped the blood and sperm off of my body and pulled my clothes back on. I could've sank into the ground out of shame. The High Warlock of Brooklyn... proud and powerful... only a abused figure of fun now.

I brought myself into a sitting position and tried to look somehow confident. The warlock left after she did her work and I just waited for the next thing to happen, feeling a part inside of me shattering like glass.

Alecs POV

I didn't know what to do, just waiting and watching my hands, it made me absolutely crazy. Tessa and Catarina were in that room for over eleven hours now. Looking at Jem I asked: "Are you sure that they are okay? They have to eat or drink at one point, don't they?" Jem just nodded and watched the clock ticking again with a worried gaze. They were all in the apartment again after Jace and Simon were at the institute to get gears and weapons for our team. They told everything to Maryse she needed to know, my Mom came home from Idris to watch the institute and help us. We were ready to go and fight wherever the two warlocks would send us to. Even Jem was dressed in a shadowhunter gear again, fresh marks all over his skin. Although he never wanted to fight again, not wanted to live the life of a nephilim without his parabatai, he decided to fight for Magnus. For friendship which was built when even my parents weren't already born. Simon and Clary looked like shadowhunters, as if they have never been something else, marked and dressed like nephilim and the same grim expression in their faces, waiting for the hunt.

When the door opened and Tessa came out, we all jumped up and packed seraph blades in the belts at our hips, I picked up my bow and quiver. She looked more than exhausted as she held the door open for us. Catarina made the last steps to open a portal. "You're going to La Punta, Callao." She had to smile a bit as she said: "That's in Peru... Yacht Club Peruano. That damn thing is surrounded by water! He has a building behind the official club, not visible for mundanes. We can get you to the beach, we have to cross the dock by ourselves and get into the building behind the Yacht Club. Let's go..." I stayed still a second looking at Catarina and Tessa "What? You're not coming with us. You look like you fought a war yourself, you're both exhausted as hell, it's too dangerous! Magnus would kill me if he finds out I took you with me in that condition." I gestured to both of their tired forms with my hands. Tessa looked at me as if I'm totally crackbrained. "You don't have the authority to say something in that." She went through the portal before I could react.

I looked at Jem, my mouth hanging open, he shrugged and just smiled before he followed her into the portal. Jace, Izzy, Clary and Simon went after him. I turned to Catarina again "You're..." "I'm right behind you. Go." I went through and was hit by the high humidity and much too warm temperature for December. We formed as a group again and made our way over to the dock. I turned my head to Tessa and Catarina and said: "When you need strength during the fight, take it from anyone of us. You don't have to ask, just be sure you won't run low." Both nodded without missing a beat.

We made our way over the dock without running into any mundanes, the club itself was something different. We were all glamoured but we had to find a way through that building without much attention. We splitted up to prevent collisions with the guests or waiters in the club restaurant or in the kitchen beneath it. We went through the warehouse and to the small loading area with a pier leading to the next building. Tessa told us: "When they don't already know that we're here, they will know it when we enter the pier. There's a protection spell." We got ready for the fight. I prepared my bow, Izzy let her whip slide through her fingers, Clary, Jace, Jem and Simon named their seraph blades. Jace and I were the first to enter the small pier, crashing down the door of the building at the end and evaluate the situation. It didn't need more than three seconds before the first throwing knife passed my head. I let the arrow go, getting the goal the Eidolon hitting the floor. We took cover and I signaled the others that we had to fight Eidolon demons and mundanes. That meant knock out, bring down to fall but do not kill the mundanes.

Jace nodded in my direction, I put my bow on my back and we stormed into the building more fighting hand-to-hand. We cleared this first hallway and the two branched off offices. We stormed through the door into a broad hallway with about 20 metal doors on each side and a staircase at the end going upstairs onto another open floor leading to a big office or conference room, the blue light of an active portal shining through its windows. Some mundanes dragged captives up the stairs, they screamed for help and tried to get out of their grip. Some big wooden boxes stood between cell doors, maybe for animals. Three warlocks throwed their attacks at us and we jumped into cover again. Now everything went so damn fast. Tessa and Catarina fought against the other warlocks. Human keepers tried to fight us back again. Everything was just loud but I heard that scream. "Alexander! Alexander I'm here!"

I saw a very tall, broad guy going to the cell at the end of the hallway, throwing something inside and Magnus' voice stopped short after. "Magnus!" I forgot about my safety as I saw that animal enter the cell and stormed into the human keepers. I heard Jace screaming my name and cursing at my impulsive reaction. The mundanes were not a problem we could knock them out fast enough. I ran to the cell as one of the warlock attacks crashed into me, smashing me into one of the closed metal doors. My vision went black for a moment, the voices and sounds around me slurred together. "Alec!... Alec!" I felt the burning of a stele on my neck and my eyes shot open. "Stop him! On the stairs, Izzy!" Jace leaned over me his stele still in his hands. I looked to the stairs and saw that guy carrying an unconscious Magnus in his arms. Izzy and Simon tried to get to the stairs, but someone had opened the cell doors and the captives pressed their way in the other direction, trying to flee. I pushed Jace out of the way and tried to get to the stairs myself. "No! No! No!... Magnus!"

I didn't really get closer, that guy nearly had arrived the end of the stairs. I couldn't help myself, I threw one of my daggers. The blade sank deep into his shoulder, he screamed and nearly let Magnus fall down. I was pushed back from the bodies in front of me. I grabbed one of the big wooden boxes standing at the side of the hallway and climbed onto it. I took my bow and the arrow left it, flying through the railing and gauging into the bear's thigh. He screamed again, falling like a tree and crashing to the ground with Magnus. Two other men came out of the office, together with that guy of my dream with the red horns and tail. The two humans took Magnus and went back around into the office, the blonde guy stood in my shooting line. Izzy arrived at the staircase, red horns saw her and turned around to flee leaving the wounded bear behind. I let go another arrow, hitting red horns in the breast and seeing him fall to the floor as well. Izzy stopped another mundane from carrying his employer into the secure office and then the blue shining went off. Izzy looked into the office then back to me, her eyes sad. "No... No no no..." I sank down to my knees, looking up to the office, saying this one word over and over again.

Magnus' POV

"Magnus!" His voice echoed in my head as I felt the silver powder working its way into my lungs. I couldn't answer anymore before I hit the ground his name only a whisper on my lips.

I felt fingers gliding over the fur at my ears, so softly. My head laid comfortably on a thigh and I began to purr without opening my eyes just relaxing into his touch. "Alexander..." I pressed my head deeper into the caressing fingers until I heard a giggle. A giggle? My eyes shot open. "For Lilith's sake, your so sweet. I think I'm gonna ask father if I could have you." I sat up in the fluffy comfortable bed and looked back over my shoulder. There was a woman, a warlock definitely, somehow familiar. She was very beautiful, normal porcelain skin, silver hair, violet eyes like amethysts. Tall like Izzy and slim, sitting on the bed like a cat. A white dress caressed her breasts, hips and legs perfectly. The room was all white, walls, bed, flowers, furniture, carpet ... all white. Sunlight made everything shine. I let my hand run through my disheveled hair... and then stopped in my tracks. My hands! No handcuffs, shackles or chains. I snapped my fingers... and nothing happened. "Where am I?" The woman laughed at my try to use my magic. A male voice answered: "Your home. Welcome my son." Oh my... that's bad...