Still not going to have a soul.
When the peacefully blackness leaves her, she opens her eyes to a new one. His eyes are more black than usually. He's angry. Really angry. And she knows why. She looks around, and sees her drawing are gone. Not like she didn't expect it.
He starts to stroke her cheek. She tries to move out of his touch, but he makes sure she can't. He's sitting on her legs, not enough to hurt her, but enough so she can't move. He tied her arms behind her, already planning out what he was going to do.
"Why Clary?'' he whispers. " Is it really worth it?'' he whispers, but this time wanting an answer. " Yes," she whsipers back. " It's very much worth it." And he snaps.
He gets off her, and slings her over his knee. She stiffens, knowing what's coming. He takes a moment, to look at her. Becuase even though he had been all over her body, he never payed much attention to her ass.
Then he brings his hand down - hard. She whimpers, andd he only hits harder. Once, twice,- she doesn't want to count. Half way through, she feels something pressed on her stomach, and she doesn't want to know what it is. And when he's done, he traces soft circles on her burning skin with his nail.
He makes her sit, and see's her face is covered in a deep scarelt blush. He chuckles, and she just puts her head down.
" Now Clary, please tell me if it's still worth it." he says, trying to keep the lust out of his voice, but it doessn't work. She doesn't give him an anwser, to afaird of what he might do next. He sighs, and shakes his head. "Fine Clary, fine. We can sit here all day if you don't anwser me. I know you don't enjoy it but I, as you an tell, am up for -''
"No, no it's not worth it." she whispers, but she's lieing. She can't give up hope. She can't. "Good." he says, then crashes his lips down on hers. Shes's not fighting back, but sh'e not respomdinng either. But when he licks her lip asking for an entrace, she can't bring her self to give it to him. He growls, and grips her ass harshly. She let's out a surpised scream. He uses this to his liking an explores her mouth.
He pulls away, and inside she still screaming. He looks at her, and she worries if he can tell how scaried she is. But all he does is smile and whisper. "I think you still haven't learned, my dearist sister." her eyes grow wide, but she sits still. She shouldn't struggle. It would make things worse.
"But sadly, I have a few things that must get done. In the mean time, go take a shower, you might have a vistor soon." He says and gets up and unties her hands. he helps her to the bathroom, given that she can't walk very well.
And when he finally shut the door, she falls to the ground. She softly cries, then tries to stop her self. God, damnit Clary! don't cry, don't cry. And after awhile, she does stop. She starts the water, and gets in.