Okay, this chapter has Sebastian and Clary, for those who have been asking me to write one. Please provide me with some feedback and enjoy the chapter! Oh yeah, I've forgotten to add a disclaimer to my other chapters, but Cassandra Clare owns all but the plot.

CHAPTER 3

CPOV

The room I awoke in was unfamiliar. It's the embodiment of light; everywhere I look reminding me of it. With a quick glance, I see that the room even has art supplies, meaning this was meant to be a permanent residence. Correction, this is my new residence. Great, because I really want to spend the rest of my life here.

He must have thought I'd like my room to be like this. All I want is to be in my room, not this disguised hellhole. I curled under the covers, blocking my vision for a few moments.

Since I'm already stuck here, why am I worrying about it? I should just make the most of what I have.

I poked my head out from under the covers to survey the room again. This time my gaze landed on the presence of three doors. One must lead to the bathroom, another to the closet, and the third to the hall.

Before I could get out of bed to explore, one of the doors opened to expose the one person I despised in this world. Sebastian. He closed the door behind him and sat at the foot of the bed.

"Ah, little sister, I thought I felt you stirring." Wait, WHAT? What the hell does that mean? How does one feel someone stirring? He is absolutely out of his goddamned mind.

I decided to keep silent.

He innocently placed a hand on my leg and I started thinking of other things, trying my best to ignore him. My thoughts led to one conclusion. I would be stuck in this hellhole with him. Tears sprang to my eyes and silently rolled down my face at this thought. He still noticed.

"What's wrong?" No doubt he's feigning the concern, trying to get me to open up. This is Sebastian, who is incapable of feeling anything but anger or lust.

I'm not answering him. That would be suicide. So I stayed silent.

The weight at the end of the bed suddenly vanished. What is he doing? Where is he going? Suddenly, the weight materialized, only this time it was beside me, like someone was laying there. Great, now he's going to try to comfort me. Well, too bad because it won't work.

Despite my thoughts, my body started to relax into the warmth that was his body. An arm came around me, pulling me into an embrace that conveyed his possessive nature.

I let him, pretending he was Jace. He and Sebastian share that black pepper and citrus scent. For a moment I lost myself to the memories of the days we had spent together before he had been possessed and taken. I was in bliss, but it wasn't real. I snapped myself out of it. I wasn't with Jace; I was with Sebastian, my brother. This was wrong.

"Get off of me" I managed to sputter out, then pain that was beyond belief rocked through my body, causing me to black out for a few seconds. When I came to, I was panting.

He scotched closer, pressing his hard, muscular body into my back. Leaning his head closer to my ear, he whispered "I don't think I will" causing my body to shiver.

SPOV

I knew she was starting to lose herself. The pain she receives when she displeases me gets stronger with each infringement. This dose of pain just caused her to blackout for a few seconds. The pain her body has just undergone will make her more receptive to my teachings and more willing to submit to me. In time it will come naturally and she will learn to love me, she just needs an incentive. My plan for her is going so well.

CPOV

I didn't care who the person beside me was. All I cared about was that he stayed right next to me. I lay there curled against him while he embraced me, pleasure pulsating through my veins, warmth pooling in my groin. He was all I wanted and craved, with my body begging for more.

His mouth moved to my exposed neck and started to gently suck, grazing it with his teeth. I moaned, and then felt him smirk against my skin. He started to place open mouth kisses along the arch of my neck to my ear, which he promptly started to tug at. With this, I started squirming, his actions acting as fan to the flame between my legs. He roughly turned me around to face him, causing my brain to clear. I was allowing my brother to do these things.

I screamed, then―

SPOV

Of course. Just when things were getting interesting.

I should have waited until my teachings were more instilled in her brain. She is just so tempting.

The pain was more powerful this time, and she's out cold because of it. However, that should teach her not to disobey me. It should leave her wanting to please me, to crave my attention whenever I'm near. Soon, very soon she will learn. But now I must let her rest.

Tucking Clary in, I place a brief kiss on her forehead and leave.

CPOV

I slowly open my eyes. Either I was still dreaming or one of my worst nightmares had just become a reality. It was the latter, that I'm sure of. This room is still unfamiliar to me and I was interrupted before I could explore.

The room itself is very open, making it appear larger than it actually was. The room is already large, so it seems to be huge. The room encompasses all that is light, as I had noted before. With the walls and carpet being white, it feels as if I'm surrounded by clouds. The furniture of the room is simple, yet elegant. All made of ash, the simplicity of them contributed to the overall feeling of light. Artwork hangs on the walls, making up for the lack of windows. I take a closer look at them; every single piece is of my work. Which gives me the creeps, because it means he stole them from my room at Luke's. Okay, stop thinking about him and get back to investigating the room. I should familiarize myself with the room that is to become my own.

The bed, unmade as I had been sleeping in it, has Egyptian cotton sheets topped with an Italian sateen woven cotton duvet and six gold embroidered linen pillows. All of this is white, save for the gold embroideries. The bed itself is a four-poster king hung with silver draperies. It stands in the corner across from the door to the hall.

In another corner, between two doors that I believe lead to the bathroom and the closet, is a desk that contains every imaginable (and unimaginable) art utensil in the world; possibly in other world's as well. Because it has everything I could ever need, I itched with the anticipation of approaching the desk and using them. The corner opposite from it contains two massive bookcases and two plush, tan armchairs, reminding me of a miniature library. I suppose this was for the days in which I could not be inspired.

Between the bed and the door to the hall is a stone fireplace with a tan loveseat facing it. The fireplace is crackling merrily, giving the room a sense of warmth as well as a welcoming glow. It is the picture of tranquility and gentleness, prompting the question of how someone like Sebastian created this room. I certainly don't know. It is the complete opposite of his personality. How in Raziel's name did he have anything to do with this room?

I would certainly rather be trapped in a room like this than in the hellhole he most likely calls his room.

I shudder, remembering what happened only hours ago. Why did I let him go that far? How is it that even though I detest him, my body betrays me? It certainly didn't act like this before. What has he done with me? How could I forget who it was that was causing so much pleasure to rush through every vein, artery, and capillary in my body, causing my cells to crave more?

These questions raged on in my head, and when I ended up at the desk I was slightly surprised.

I reached for a simple pencil and started to draw, becoming detached. It was just the pencil and me, drawing a story that would be around for much longer than I would. I just sat there with my best friend the pencil, for what could've been hours. Time seems to fly when I draw.

I came to and stared at the finished piece. It featured a girl with red hair siting in the center of a beautiful garden crying. The garden had all she could have ever wanted and needed in life. This beautiful garden was caged though, and surrounding it were all the woes of hell reaching in, attempting to grab her. This was the situation I was in, and it caused me great pain that my abysmal encagement could be portrayed as something so beautiful. And that's when I started to cry over all that I had lost.

Does anyone have anything particular they want to see in the next chapter? I'm a bit stuck right now, so if you have any suggestions that would be an immense help.