I can't promise that this rapid posting will continue. I've got midterms coming up. I know what you're thinking: Midterms? It's almost March! All the other classes have taken their midterms already. Me? Not a single one. Don't ask me why? I don't know.

Well, enjoy:

Jen

Chapter six

Clary collided with Valentine's bed and landed in a heap on the floor. He stood over her, anger radiating off of him in waves. "What. Specifically. Happened?" Valentine hissed. "And how hard. Could it be. To get your boyfriend to help you?" Clary flinched as his hand rose to slap her. He stopped himself, turned it into a fist, and set it at his side. She cowered into the side of the bed. She'd known he'd be made at her. She'd expected this much anger from him. He scared the crap out of her and there was nothing she could do to change that. He used her fear to his advantage.

"He-He said he'd been watching me!" Clary stuttered. "He said he couldn't trust me." Valentine's head tilted to the side. Some of his hair fell in front of his face.

"He's been watching you? And Jonathan didn't catch his scent? When I get my hands on that boy…" Clary looked at the ground.

"B-but he said I could prove to him that I'm safe. He told me how to get ahold of him." Valentine whipped back around to face her. He thought for a second.

"Give it a few days." He said sharply. Clary opened her mouth but he stopped her with his hand. "Forget the group. We aren't taking any more chances with him. He's coming in." Clary's lower lip trembled slightly.

"Father-"

"I really wanted to find your mother…." He sighed. "Hopefully, he'll break in a few weeks and we'll get their location."

"Father… May I tell you something." She whispered. He nodded slowly. "I don't know if I can do it." She shut her eyes, expecting him to hit her. He didn't. "You know I'm loyal to. But Jace..." Valentine set a hand on her shoulder.

"Clarissa," He said softly. "I don't want to kill him." Clary opened her eyes. "I want him. Just like I wanted you. Now, I'm ordering you to do this, and I want you to know that I hate making you do this." He helped her stand and held her close. He kissed the top of her head. "Now, go to sleep. I'll see you at breakfast." Clary nodded. He stopped her at the door. "Oh and tell Jonathan I want to see him. Now." Clary left quickly.

She knocked twice on her brother's door. She heard some shuffling but no one answered. She pushed the door open. Clothes littered the floor. Weapons were scattered in the far corner by the doors to the balcony. The lights were off. Jonathan's bed covers were on the floor. He was lying on his back, with his mouth hanging open. "John." She said from the door. He turned onto his side. "Jonathan!" Once again, no answer. Rolling her eyes she stalked over to the bed and hit his shoulder. "Jonathan Morgenstern!" She hissed. His eyes flew open then narrowed as he realized who'd woken him up.

"What the hell do you want?" He snapped. Clary rolled her eyes.

"Father wants to see you." She growled. "Now." Jonathan stood to his full height, looked down at his little sister, grabbed a pair of pants off of the floor and stocked out of the room.

Clary pulled at the chains. They didn't budge. She'd quit screaming for help days ago. It had only gotten her in trouble and her voice had gone hoarse. She hadn't eaten in three days. It was a way of torture and her stomach refused to stop growling. She'd grown used to the grey walls of the basement. It was her home.

She heard the door creak open. Valentine walked in, holding a plate of cheese and grapes. He set it down in front of her. "Go on." He said. "Eat." She cast him one last glare before grabbing at the small square pieces of food. She didn't taste it. She devoured it. "I don't want to hurt you Clarissa." He sighed brushing a hand across her swollen cheek. "I don't like seeing you in pain. But, it gets the job done in the end." He walked over to the staircase and unhooked the chains, pulling them downward. She could feel herself being pulled upward. Once her feet were off of the ground, the yanking stopped. "You may not be afraid of me," He said. "But I know who you are afraid of." Jonathan appeared at the door, walking down the steps slowly. Before Valentine passed his son, he grabbed his arm. "If you kill her, I'll personally make you regret it." Jonathan, in response gave him a cocky smile. "In time, Clary," Valentine said louder. "You'll learn to do as I say."

"I will never follow you Valentine." Clary spat. "I'd rather die." Valentine snorted.

"And in time you will learn that calling me by my first name will get you into more trouble than you need. It's Father, Clarissa, or Sir."

Clary bit her lip, drawing blood, as Jonathan's whip hit her back. She refused to cry for him. It gave the boy too much pleasure. By the end of the whipping though, he got a few grunts and whimpers from her. He then went on to the dagger, slowly cutting into her face, arms and legs.

"I do want you dead." Jonathan whispered, pressing his cheek to her cheek. "But I have to admit; hurting you everyday is quite enjoyable." He punched her in the stomach. She felt a rib crack. "Whoops," He laughed. "That's gotta hurt." With the last drops of energy she had left she raised her head, and spit in his face. He slapped her. Once, twice, a third time. Clary's eyes fluttered closed. She felt Jonathan begin healing her, so that he could begin his torture once again. She grew unconscious…

Clary woke up and gasped, pressing a hand to her beating heart. Her clock read two thirty. Shaking her head she stood up, grabbed her silk robe, and headed down to the kitchen. Those memories still flooded her subconscious. She'd shoved them back there, so that she didn't get distracted. She still remembered the day she gave in to Valentine. It had been four months since Jonathan's torture sessions had begun.

"I'm asking you again; join me." Clary's eyes fluttered open. Her once bright green eyes fluttered open, now dull and lifeless. She didn't answer him, just stared at the ground. She took shortened breaths. "I have all the time in the world, Clarissa, especially for you." Clary's hands shook. Valentine sighed and shook his head. "Rediculous." He started walking away. Her voice stopped him, barely a whisper, cracked and broken.

"F-Father," Valentine turned and smiled.

"Clary?"

"I-I'll do w-whatever you w-want." She looked up at him. "D-don't let h-him t-touch me a-again."

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she poured herself a glass of water. She'd grown weak for only a minute and had lost everything. Shaking her head, she headed back up to her room, nodding at a few guards positioned at her Father's door. She let her own door click shut then crawled into her bed. She cried herself back to sleep.

Jace quote: "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, and then throw it in the face of the person who gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges you originally asked for."