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Warning: mentions of rape, brutality and incest are present.

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SEBASTIAN'S POV

I came to the side of Clarissa's 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?" Sebastian attempted to feign calm, he needed to convince her to believe this was only an upper level healing ruin she created to protect herself. If he failed to sway her to his lie, his ultimate plan would be destroyed.

When his head demon Marax had come to Sebastian's private living quarters earlier that morning after serving Clary her breakfast he knew something was wrong. Marax's normally deep and even voice was high and quivering, not in panic, but in fear. After his explanation of the intricate rune marking the better half of her palm, Sebastian let a smug smile take over his hard expression. Clary had played right into Sebastian's hand of cards.

When he entered her living quarters the night before, he had placed his steel onto the bedside table, making sure it would be just in reach of Clary's restrained hands. During their lovemaking, Sebastian had purposely favoured Clary's right breast, ensuring that her head would turn to the direction of the stele.

He hadn't been one-hundred percent sure Clary would be able to produce the rune Sebastian desired her to conjure, but seeing the intricate swirls covering her palm told him he shouldn't have doubted her.

Clary made it so damn hard to maintain a calm exterior when she continued to stare straight into his eyes without so much as a hint of emotion lying beneath them. "Clarissa." Sebastian repeated, irritation leaking from his words. Her eyes cut to the stone wall behind him for only a brief second before her gaze darted back to his eyes.

"Which stone." Sebastian asked, his words coming out now in a bored manner. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Clary said, her words seemed to lack the emotion usually present. "You have a terrible poker face," Sebastian chuckled to himself before speaking again, "honestly, Clarissa, tell me which stone and I won't slash that healing rune on your palm in half." He replied, eyes on her sweaty palm. Moving his eyes up from her hands to her face, he caught the fallen expression caught on her face until she noticed him watching.

Sebastian knew she just lost all hope of her rune helping her get out of here. It sent spikes into his chest, and he wished he could tell her how truly amazing her rune was, but he couldn't risk it. "36 up, 149 from that corner." Clary whispered as she pointed to the corner behind and to the right of where Sebastian was standing. "Thank you, my love."

CLARY'S POV

For a few minutes after sebastian left her room, Clary contemplated what he had said about her rune. It couldn't have just been a higher level healing rune, especially when the only physical wound she had was when Sebastian raped her. She had trusted her mind to create a ruin to save her rather than try a conjuring rune for weapons or a portal, although she doubted Sebastian hadn't already had blocking spells placed around the house she was occupying. She had to know if Sebastian was telling the truth.

For the first time in days, Clary slept. If Sebastian was telling the truth, and she created a high end healing ruin, then she would know if he hurt her in her sleep. And even if he was lying, he obviously knew what the ruin did, and apparently he wanted her to keep it, and he wasn't going to risk hurting her.

Clary planned on figuring out what her intricate ruin did as soon as possible. There were multiple ways she could do it, she could slam her head into the stone wall or she could crush a finger with her fist to see if she would heal.

She figured the smaller the injury, the less painful it would be if it wasn't a healing ruin, but she also didn't know if she wanted to live if it wasn't.

She was so, so tired of being hurt by Sebastian. She didn't know if she could handle his abuse even one more time.

She contemplated this for hours, until the sun set through her small barred window and the door to the basement creaked open.

Clary decided it was now or never. She stood up from the wrought iron bed and placed her abdomen over one of the sharper posts on the four sides of the frame. After a deep breath, and hearing deep descending steps from the stairs, she lowered herself onto the metal post with one quick movement.

Her last thought before everything went black was how smart she was to impale herself. Because she now knew she did not have a healing rune on her palm.