Still don't own the Mortal Instruments.
Clary thrashed around in Sebastian's grip, his hand muffling her screams. He tightened his arms around her and dragged her through the alley. A limo was waiting for them at the end. The driver opened the back door and Sebastian roughly pushed Clary in and closed the door behind them.
The vehicle started to move and Clary looked at Sebastian with fearful eyes. The window between the driver and passengers was up, leaving her completely alone with him.
"W-Where are we going?" she asked.
Sebastian smiled maniacally at her. "Somewhere nobody is ever going to find us. Where we can be alone without any interruptions."
She swallowed hard and asked her next question. "What are you going to do to me?"
He cocked his head to the side and studied her for a moment. "Punish you, of course," he replied nonchalantly. When her eyes widened and her mouth opened, he quickly added, "But let's not worry about that. Right now, I just want to have some fun."
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he slowly stroked her cheek. "I missed you so much, you know that?" He smashed his lips against hers and laid her down on the seat.
Clary pushed against him, but he didn't seem to be affected. He moved his hands to her hips and slowly pushed her shirt up, pulling it off of her. She fought harder against him as he trailed kisses down her neck, and he let out a sigh. From his pocket, he pulled out a zip tie and bound her wrists in front of her. "Much better," he whispered.
"Sebastian, stop. Please," she begged as tears began to leak from her eyes.
"Stop what?"
"What you're doing. Don't do this, please."
He smirked at her. "I'm not doing what you're expecting," he murmured in her ear as he pulled out a knife, the blade gleaming menacingly at Clary.
"What's that for?" she stammered out.
He kissed her on the lips again. "To make sure you know you're mine, forever."
Sebastian stared her in the eyes as he moved his hand down her body, stopping about halfway between her breasts and belly button. She turned her head to the side, but he grabbed her face and demanded she look at him. He wanted to see her expression as he made her his forever.
She felt the sting of the knife and the trickle of blood as he carved something into her flesh. Throwing her head back, she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a blood curdling scream. Clary wriggled under him as he continued to drag the blade across her skin.
Finally, after what seemed like hours to Clary, he stopped and sat up. With a grin plastered on his face, he admired his work. Clary tried to sit up to see what he did, but he roughly pushed her back down.
"Not yet," he smiled cruelly. "I want to keep you guessing."
As he was wiping her blood off the knife, the driver's voice came through the speakers. "Uh, sir. I think we're being followed."
Sebastian growled and stood up, sending a glare at Clary. "Move and I kill you." He walked over to a phone on the limousine wall and picked it up. "Then lose them, you idiot." He paused for a second. "Drive faster and take a different route." Another pause. "If you don't lose them, being out of work will be the least of your worries." With that, he slammed the phone back in its cradle. She felt the engine rev as the driver picked up his speed.
"Looks like your knight in shining armor is coming for you," he smirked.
Clary's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jace. Was it really him following them? Wouldn't he have been held up with the men in the apartment? Part of her hoped it wasn't him. It would only end badly if it was.
The driver took a sharp turn and Clary had to grab the seat to keep from falling off, but Sebastian was thrown into the wall. Clary let out a small laugh at him, which was a big mistake.
Sebastian, knife gripped in his hand stalked towards her. "Do you think that's funny, Clarissa?"
She gulped. "No. Not at all. I didn't mean to laugh."
He sat next to her and pulled her into a sitting position. She hissed at the pain that spread from the wounds he inflicted. "Do you think Prince Charming will want you, Clarissa? After what I did?" He gestured to her abdomen and she held back a gasp. He stood back up and smiled at her. "I think we both know he won't."
In thin, jagged letters were the words "Property of Sebastian Verlac." The cuts were deep enough to scar and Clary felt her heart sink. Would Jace want her after she had been marked as Sebastian's? Would he want damaged goods? He already knows all of your baggage, she tried to reason with herself. But would he be able to handle that daily reminder? Would she be able to handle it?
Suddenly, the limo lurched to a stop, sending Sebastian into the window and Clary on the floor. Her head cracked painfully against the hard floor and vision blurred around the edges. She could make out Sebastian passed out a few inches away. The sound of muffle sirens filled her ears and she tried to move, but couldn't find the energy to.
The door opened and Clary winced at the bright lights that filled the previously dark limo. She could hear voices but her head was swimming and she couldn't make anything out. The last thing she remembered before losing consciousness was someone calling her name and a mess of golden hair.
Jace slammed on his breaks behind the limo, a sigh of relief escaping his mouth. Jordan had been able to cut it off with his police car. Jace climbed out of his car with a flashlight and met Jordan, who had his gun drawn and pointed at the driver.
"Back up is on its way," he said. "I would tell you to wait to get Clary, but I know that would be pointless. So just be careful."
Jace nodded, his hand twitching toward the gun he had attached to his hip in a holster. He made his way to the passenger door and pulled it open, shining the flashlight in. The first thing he saw was a seemingly unconscious Sebastian.
"Verlac's out cold," he called to Jordan.
"Okay. Hurry and get Clary out of there."
Jace moved the flashlight to see Clary laying a few inches away from Sebastian. "Clary!" he yelled and moved towards her. He noticed a gash on her forehead and cuts on her stomach. Her eyes were slowly drooping closed. "Clary, stay with me, baby." Her eyes closed completely, but he could still see the soft rise and fall of her chest. He gently picked her up bridal-style and carried her out.
A few minutes later, two more police cars and an ambulance arrived to the scene. The paramedics took Clary from Jace, but allowed him to ride with her. He sat in the back of the ambulance holding her hand and hoping the bastard hadn't hurt her too bad.
Clary knew she was in the hospital before she even opened her eyes. The beeping of the hear monitor and the scent of sterilizers gave it away. There was a pounding in her head and a sharp pain in her stomach. The events that landed her here flew through her mind.
Sitting up with a groan, she turned to see Jace asleep in a chair next to her bed. His blond hair was a ruffled mess, his clothes were wrinkled, and dark circles had formed under his eyes.
Someone cleared their throat in their doorway and Clary looked to see Magnus standing there. He entered and tossed a glance at Jace.
"He literally hasn't left your side since you got here, which has been about three days," he said.
Clary's eyebrows rose. Three days? She wasn't surprised about being out that long, but she was surprised Jace had been there that long.
"You should be released soon," Magnus continued. "Just a minor concussion. The pain killers are what kept you out for so long." He paused for a moment. "I'm so glad you're alright."
Clary smiled at him. "I'm glad I'm alright, too... Do you know what happened to Seb?"
Magnus wave a hand in the air. "No need to worry about him, dear. He was sent to another hospital until he's healthy enough to be taken to prison. Arrested on attempted kidnapping charges. For now."
"Okay. That's good, I guess. It means I'll be safe for a while."
Magnus stepped closer to her. "You're going to be safe from him for the rest of your life, Clary. Do you really think he," he gestured toward Jace, "is going to let Sebastian get away with just a kidnapping charge? Jordan was in here earlier and they were making a whole list of charges. They're going to put that bastard away for a very,very long time, sweetie."
Clary looked at Jace. "I guess you're right."
The next day, Clary sat on Jace's couch cuddled up against him as they watched some dumb movie on TV. Jace gently kissed her on the forehead.
"You have no idea how glad I am to have you here," he whispered.
Clary smiled and looked up at him. "And you have no idea how glad I am to be here."
His eyes drifted down toward her lips and she gave him a slight nod. Without wasting a second, he pressed his mouth against hers and she kissed him back passionately, tangling her hands in his hair. His hands began to move under her shirt and push it up, causing her to freeze. He had only seen the cuts the night she got them and they were too covered in blood for him to make out anything. She wasn't prepared for him to see them. He pulled back, but didn't move his hands.
"What's wrong, Clare?" he asked with concern.
She cast her eyes downward and decided to be honest. "The cuts that Sebastian gave me," she said, her voice cracking. "I don't want you to see them. You won't want me."
He removed his hands and tucked a finger under her chin and tilted her face up. "What are you talking about?"
A few tears escaped her eyes and he wiped them away. "You won't want me after you see them. After you see what they say."
"Clarissa Adele Fray, there is absolutely nothing that could make me not want you. I care about you way too much. Just let me see them. Please?"
He moved his hands to the hem of her shirt again and began to slowly remove it. She didn't try to stop him and simply closed her eyes. Once he pulled it over her head, she peeked at him through one eye. Anger flashed across his features.
"That son of a bitch," he muttered.
Clary let out a sob and quickly pulled her shirt back on. "See? How could you want me after seeing that?" she cried. "It's just a daily reminder of all that happened. A daily reminder that I belong to Sebastian and I always will."
Jace pulled Clary to him and she cried into his chest. "That's not at all what it is, Clare. It's a daily reminder of how strong you are. You suffered so much, but you made it and you're still here today."
She pulled back and looked at him. "So you aren't going to leave me?"
He shook his head slightly. "Of course not, Clary. I love you too much."
So probably only one or two chapters left.
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