So... I was TOTALLY unprepared for that feedback.. 5 reviews? 7 favorites? 3 PMs? MY. GOD. Thank you so much to all those who enjoyed the first chapter and gave me some advice. Thanks to Flammatta, VampiressBeauty20, Lovegirl, IChangedForYou and tmilover122 for being my very first reviwers! Here's chapter two, enjoy and review!

P.S: I followed your advice, quotation marks for everyone!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments or any of its characters. I'm just bored.

Chapter two: The deal

Clary was left inside what seemed like an office. She looked around her. She was sited in front of a desk full of paperwork. Over it there was a computer, and some pictures on the wall, most of them of a dark haired woman, the man who had taken her there, who she was now thinking was the boss, and two guys; One dark haired like the lady, the other blonde. If the situation were a little different, she would have thought he was handsome. But the situation was that she was being held captive who-knows-where, and she didn't think she would be able to run away. Not for now, at least.

She waited there, alone for like twenty minites, and then the door opened and the blonde man, the "boss", walked in "Hey Clary. I'm sorry we blindfolded you before, it was just.. To be safe. Anyway, how are you feeling?" She looked at him like he was kidding, and he laughed "I don't want to be your enemy, Clary. I want to help you"

She looked at him, her look full of hate "Help me? How the hell are you planning on helping me keeping me here against my will? And killing my father!"

"There's so much you still don't know.. Maybe you will, someday. For now, we have work to do on you. Well, Isabelle has" He got up and walked to the door

"Who the hell is Isabelle?"She asked but got no answer. Instead of that, the two man who had taken her there before came back and, grabbing her by the arms, took her to what looked like a bedroom. They left her there alone and closed the door behind them before walking away.

A girl appeared in the room, coming from what Clary guessed was the bathroom. She was tall, way taller than Clary and very, very beautiful.

"So you must be Isabelle" Clary said, looking at the girl. She smiled at her in response "I am. You must be Clary. Call me Izzy" Isabelle walked to her and hugged her tight. That was something Clary wasn't expecting. "Come here" Isabelle guided her to the closet and began looking for clothes "I think red would do you good, it matches your hair" She said looking through the dresses. She took one and handed it to Clary.

"Why do I need this?" Clary said, looking at the dress."Because you can't meet Jace looking like that, no offense". Then she remembered. Jace. She was supposed to meet that guy who was going to decide her destiny; She lived, or she died. "I don't think this will help" she said, feeling suddenly nervous. "Oh, I'm sure it will. Jace loves this kind of dresses" She leaded Clary to the bathroom and closed the door so she could change in privacy, wich Clary quietly thanked.

"Are you his sister?" She asked while taking off her clothes. It surprised her the easy she was giving in to their orders but, what else could she do?

"Sister-in-law, actually. I'm married with his brother, Simon" Clary opened the bathroom door, showing Isabelle how the dress looked on her "Oh, it's perfect. I knew it would fit. Now, we have to find the right shoes" She began looking into boxes inside of her clothes. Looked like she had thousand of shoes, each one different and all looked really, really expensive. She gave Clary high heel shoes. They were black and full of what looked like glitter.

Once she was fully dressed, Isabelle started working in her hair, combing her hair, trying a thousad styles to finally decide she like it better down.

"Well.. You're ready" While Isabelle guided her through the hallways, Clary began hyperventilating. Isabelle noticed this and stroke her shoulder "It's ok, don't be nervous". But it wasn't ok. She was going to meet a strange guy who was going to decide if she lived or not. And if he decided he wanted her alive, what for could he wanted her? Why would he keep her alive? She was in all right to be nervous. Actually, she should be more nervous than the was.

Without noticing, she was now inside of a new bedroom, and Isabelle was gone. Clary looked around her. There was a bed, with black covers and black pillows. Two night stands on each side of it, but only one had something over it and this was only two books. Two closed doors, wich Clary assumed it was bathroom and closet. A desk, with nothing on it. The walls remaing inmaculated white. It didn't looked like anyone slept or spend time there. She took a steph closer to look at the books, but both of them were in a language she didn't know the name or even how to read it. The door opened and she jumped in surprise.

"So you must be Clary" It was the blonde guy from the pictures on the wall. The guy who, have the situation been another one, she would find atractive. He was incredibly tall, even more than Isabelle, and even though he was thin, she could see the muscles in his arms and abs trought the black t-shirt he was wearing. She didn't realized she had been staring at him. He raised an eyebrow and she inmediatly hated him. She couldn't raise her eyebrow. "You like what you see?" She looked into his eyes, the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.

"J-jace?" She asked. He smirked "That's my name. Come here, let me look at you" He didn't raised his voice, but she knew it was an order.

She steped a few steps away from them, looking to her shoes -well, Isabelle's shoes- and trying not to shiver. He walked in circles around her three times, and remain stand behind her. She moved her hair to the side, causing her to shiver and he chuckled. He stood in front of her again, and took her face in his hands, examining her. "Do you smoke?"

"No sir" she said

"Sir.. I like that" he smirked "Good, because I don't like cigarettes" Sudendly, his hands were on her hips, and he squeezed there "Do you work out?"

"N-no sir" She was really unconmfortable now

"That explains why you're so thin and weak" her cheeks burned red with rage and embarrasment. "Are you good at anything"

"I..." She thought for a little while. She didn't think eating and sleeping were any special things. What should she say to make him want to keep her alive? "I paint and.. Play piano. Also, I cook and.. And.." She then realized, maybe she didn't need to be good at anything "I learn fast. I learn fast and I pay attention, I'm obedient, anything you want me to do I'll learn how to do it" she said. He smiled. Really smiled this time.

"I like that. You're a smart girl" He caressed her cheek "I think I'm gonna keep you. I'll tell my father to forgive your life but I want something in change"

"Anything" she said, sounding more desperated than she wanted.

"I want you to be my wife" He said like it was the most common thing in the world. "Your what?" She asked "I think you heard me. You have an hour to think about it" he pointed to the bed "Put yourself comfortable, if you're smart, this will be your new bedroom"

He exited the room and locked the door behind him. Being alone, Clary stop pretending she was strong, and finally let the tears come out.