So it turns out that stalking other people's stories isn't as fun as it sounds. So I'm back *evil joker laugh* but hey, time to write.
When she wakes, he lays beside her, naked, making no sound. Her wrist are no longer tied, and she sees that her rune of silentence is no longer there. His arms are rapped around her waist - her bare waist. She slowly loosens his grip on her, and slips out of his arms. From there, she starts to look fo clothes. The clothes she whore last night, are in shreds. She wants to scream and start crying, let her self go, but thinks not of it because Sebastain is still here.
She finds a closet filled with clothes. She picks a shirt that may fit loose around her, and a pair of jeans that look like the will fit. She find also a bathroom, with a shower and a lock. She is mildly surpised, but then she remembers that maybe he didn't always plan to kidnap his sister when he built the place. she starts the shower, praying it won't wake him. She quickly goes and locks the doo and sets the clothes down by the sink.
Her reflection. It makes her shiver. Her skin, now dotted with bruises she didnt have before. Black and blue.
She quickly turns not wanting to see it anymore. She jumps into the shower, then finally, it all hits her. She cries, and screams, but trying not to be to loud. Her body shakes, racked with sobs. She only stops when the wate turns to cold fo her to bare. She turns it off, and steps out to get her towel. She runs strait into a figure.
She looks up, only to be meet with cold black eyes. He is dressed now, in all black. He's also wide eyed, as if he didnt expect her to come out at this time And he really didn't. He had listened to her sob - By the Angel, I am messed up - he thought as he stood there. But he liked the way she sounded. He loves it.
She tries to get around him, but his arms warp aound her waist. She stuggles, trying to get away. He smiles, savoing the feeling of her bare body pressed agaisnt his. "Sebastain!" she finally says, and he into her eyes. She's scaed, terrifed. He can't help but smile more.
"What my dearest sister?''
And she screams. So loud, he let's her go out of shock. She stops, and quickly garbs her towel that is on rack. She wraps it aound her, and rushing out the door, being careful not to foget the clothes.
He went after her. When he first got out of there, he didn't see there. He sighed, and went to closet. She was there, already dressed. He scans her body, sighing at the new clothing.
" Well don't just change fast.'' he said smiling now.
"Yeah, you do that when your own bother-'' she started, but stopped.
He pinned her agaisnt the wall, his lips crashing down on hers. She stuggled, kicking at him, and sceaming when she could. " I swear if you don't stop I'll make it to wear you can't sit for a week." he warned, and she stopped.
But when he stopped the kissing, and he reached fo her shirt, she started to struggle again. He had had enough. He lefted her up, bridal style. He brung he to the bed, and sat down. He tried to flip her over, but she was like a fish out of water. He sighed and finally got her flipped over his knee.
"Last chance, stop struggling." he warned again
"F-fine." she said, and he let he go. When she got up, she punched him square in the face. White pain popped in his face, sending his head somewhat to the side. She then depressedly look for some where to hide. The closet was a no, she already knew that he could get into the then realised something - there was no door to get out. Or at least, not one could see.
By that time though, Sebastain, stalked angierly to where she stood. She backed up. until her back was on the wall.
"Can't just let you get away with that, can I Clary?'' he whispered into her ear. His beath was quick and hot, making her shake even more. And he picked her up, like before, but then dropped her on the bed. He pinned her down, and she screamed, one last time, praying that this would all be over soon.
woah there, that was scary. Oh well, I hope you liked it.