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The moment Clary knew she could reach the blade, she wrapped her palm around the hilt. She knew the stele wouldn't be as wounding or powerful as a seraph would've been, but if her mind could create a ruin to freeze Sebastian or unlock her bindings she would be okay. For now. Clary's insides were burning from her brothers rhythmic pounding into her. Her cheeks flamed red hot from her embarrassment, if Jace saw her being pleasured by Sebastian... She knew it would end them forever. Clary knew she had to make her move soon, it was only a matter of time before Sebastian realized his stele was missing or her saw her trying to hide it behind her forearm. She reached far into her mind, craving the need to create a ruin to help herself. Clary could feel herself as well as Sebastian ready to meet the peak of pleasure, but she willed her body not to betray her before she could create a ruin. He continued to artfully paint swirls of sweat around her nipples while keeping up his rhythm he drummed inside of her. Her skin became plastered with a thin sheen of sweat as she arched her frail body into Sebastian's skilled fingers. Hurry up! Clary snarled at her own brain, she had only done this a handful of times and she wished she would've practiced more to ensure her safety. Clary's mind finally conceded to her pleas and after squeezing her eyes shut an intricate design of lines and symbols appeared on the inside of her eyelids. It took only seconds for Clary to copy the ruin into her palm, even though her hands remained in the restraints.

Clary waited 10 whole seconds when abruptly her body began to shake and convulse. She soon realized this was not the effect of her ruin, but instead the crude orgasm her older brother had bestowed upon her. I cant believe you really thought that would work, clary. Nice going. Clary repeated this in her head until the real aftereffects of her mistakes began to take control of her mind. She had been given a prime opportunity to escape this hell-hole and all it did for her was briefly distract her mind from the blistering orgasm she was forced into. Clary had never been more ashamed of her powers more in her brief time as a shadowhunter then she did now. "Well little sister, I think that was more than enough for tonight, don't you think?" Sebastian asked as he rolled off her still shaking body while he panted into her fiery red hair. He snuggled tight into the side of her body and wrapped his arms around her small chest, not in a sexual way, but in a way that Clary figured she would gladly cuddle into if the man beside her was Jace.

Clary hadn't fallen asleep when Sebastian finally ascended the stairs and bid a final goodnight to his love. She twisted her head when the restraints around her wrists and ankles snapped open and released the aching bones. Of course Sebastian would only allow her to be unrestrained when he wasn't there for her to attack. The only thing that allowed her to spread her lips into a smile was that Sebastian hadn't looked for his stele and it was still happily encased in Clary's rune-covered palm. The smile quickly disappeared when she thought back to the terrible night that she had suffered, again. She half-glanced down to her legs only to find dried blood caked to her skin from the first time Sebastian forced her. Claiming that he loved her was impossible to believe when he treated her so poorly and let her to cry in her own blood. Well atleast he changed the sheets. Clary flipped onto her side and stared at the stone walls surrounding her. translucent liquid rolled off through the cracks, causing the moonlight from her tiny window to reflect onto her face. She allowed her thoughts to wander briefly to Jace and their future. If she even had a future with him, or anyone. It's not like she knew what else Sebastian had in-store for her, or if she could hold onto her sanity until rescue came. If rescue came. All the 'if's' were causing her mind to swirl and several salty tears to run down her cheekbones and into her mouth. If only Jace could see her now.

Clary had spent most of the night checking every stone on the wall for one that was loose enough for her to store her stolen stele until she needed it next. The last thing she needed on top of everything else was Sebastian finding her contraband and punish her. The mission she set for herself today at sunrise was to not allow Sebastian to break her sanity. She could cry all she wanted when she was alone and cold on her wrought-iron bed, but she wouldn't let him think she was weak and easy.

Hours later, the door the the stone basement creaked open and thundering footsteps sounded on the stairs. She refused to look at Sebastian as he set a wooden tray onto her metal bedside table. She didn't realize that it wasn't actually Sebastian until he made a gurgling noise and she turned her head, only to find a slimy human-like shape standing at the foot of her bed. Clary immediately slid against the headboard to further herself from the demon. "Who are you?" Clary asked, surprised at how her words came out clear and even. "Mr. Jonathan had business to attend to last night, he didn't return until early this morning and requested I take you your meal." The demon responded in a deep manly voice. "And you didnt answer my question. Who are you?" Clary replied with a weak snarl plastered to her face. "Mr. Jonathan's head demon." The demon replied with a sick smile painted across his features. Clary would've inquired more from the passing demon but the creature was already halfway up the stairs. "Dont forget to eat little girl, you'll need it." The demons last words sent a chill from the base of her skull the the end of her spine. She hated being warned of things in the future that would most likely harm her.

Clary spent the some of the afternoon wondering what Sebastian had been doing last night that appeared to have kept him tied up for more than a few hours. The rest she spent staring intently at the rune still etched into her palm. It had to mean something, it wouldn't have appeared in her mind for any other reason. Maybe it would lead Jace to her captivity. She dismissed the thought the second it came.

The pounding that sounded in Clary's ears came from the wooden stairs Sebastian was currently barreling down, she knew this couldn't be good. He came to the side of her small bed and lifted her left palm so it faced upwards, showing the intricate rune. "So Clarissa, care to tell me where my stele is?"

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