A/N: Ok so I am winding down to the end of this story because to be honest I'm losing interest in this idea. So enjoy these last few chapters! Btw I was listening to Black Skinhead by Kanye West when I wrote this because Clary has some badass moments and idk I just love this song haha anyways enjoy!
CPOV:
"What the hell are you doing?" Jonathan says in mid chuckle. "I am so glad you find my torturing amusing." I spat. I am so done, I just would love for him to show me mercy and kill me now. "How upset daddy will be that you are trying to escape." He says cockily. If I wasn't on my last ounce of energy I would have a comeback but right about now I am working hard to stay conscious. Jonathan creeps towards me with a devilish grin that I have learned to fear. "Now that father had his go at you. I think it's my turn to have some fun. It would only be fair." He raises his eyebrow at me and smirks as he chooses his weapon.
JPOV:
After we discussed a plan of attack we got some sleep. I still was in shock on how we came in acting like some badasses and then Luke takes point on this rescue mission. I am grateful though that he is willing to help. We are all cramped in the tiny basement. I'm sleeping on a blanket near the stairs and Iz is on a blow up bed by Alec who is also sleeping on a blanket. I close my eyes and try to imagine Clary sleeping next to me.
CPOV:
I squirm and try to get free from the shackles. I know that whatever Valentine did to me Jonathan will do 10x worse. Before he has even started I can feel tears automatically flowing down my swollen and bruised face. I didn't even see him pick up the whip and I especially didn't have time to get out of the way of his viscous attack. The end of the whip hits my upper eye and I immediately cry out in pain and can feel my eye swelling shut. I get one foot lose and now im hanging only by my left ankle. I yelp in pain as I feel my ankle cave in to my weight. I look up and see that it is bent in an unnatural angle. Well isn't this just great I think to myself. I gather up all my strength as Jonathan is distracted by picking out a new torturing device and do a full sit up so I can start working on my last foot so I can escape this hellhole. Now I haven't really thought this through. I have a broken ankle along with whatever injuries Valentine has given me and I not only have to be able to walk out of the manor but I have to fight Jonathan and Valentine and beat them. Ya totally doable. At least I can say I went down fighting.
JPOV:
I kept tossing and turning not being able to sleep and looked up to the clock and notice its only 2 am. Ughh, I stretch my sore muscles from our long journey here and get up. I slowly walk up the steps trying to remember which ones were creaky so I won't wake Izzy and Alec. I make it upstairs and grab my weapons belt and head out the door. I don't think I will need my weapons but hey it's always great to be prepared. As I walk down the gravel road my terrible imagination begins to work. I keep imagining what is happening to Clary this moment. Is she ok? Is she even alive? It is eating me up because I should have kept her safe. How did Jonathan just knock me out so fast? I keep replaying that night in my head over and over again trying to see what I could have done differently to have a better outcome. I know thinking this way is pointless because no matter how many scenarios I come up with it won't change the fact that I was knocked out and Clary was taken and most likely being tortured as I speak. I am getting so worked up right now because I felt something so real with Clary and I can't lose her. So I do something impulsive and probably stupid. I run after her alone.
CPOV:
I almost have it and when I think I can't sit up any longer my foot comes loose and I fall down flat on my back with a thud. Jonathan stiffens and slowly turns around with a look of utter surprise. "I give you props Clary, you have much more in you than I would have ever thought. But you see the problem is you have no weapon and look how many I have. And that poor ankle of yours is gonna make it a little difficult to escape now isn't it?" He says as if I am a joke. I would say something smartass but my throat hurt's so bad I don't know if I will ever talk again. I know and he knows I don't need a weapon I just need a steele. His is on his belt and all I have to do is distract him so I can get it and create a rune to lock him in here. I slowly stand up and I truly see how weak I am. I can barely stand let alone fight Jonathan. I know I need to think fast because he isn't going to wait all day for me to come up with some plan. I grab the chain that was once holding me captive and swing it around like a lasso. I see the curios look on Jonathan's face he is probably thinking the same thing I am what the hell am I doing? I just wing it and throw the chain at his face and make a dash for his belt where his steele is. It works I have it but by the time I got it and thought of the rune he was on me. Gripping my shoulder digging his nails into my skin I scream. I keep going with the rune though I just… need… one… more…line. I grit my teeth as Jonathan slowly seems to be losing his hold on me. As I finish it I turn around and see that I have frozen him completely. Well one down one to go I think to myself as I grab some weapons and exit the room.
A/N: Ok so Merry Christmas! My gift to yall is something to read! I really hope you liked it! And please let me know what you think! If you have some ideas of your own please share and I might use it! I hope you have a great holiday and I will update as soon as I can I am traveling the day after Christmas and I don't really know if I will have internet access ! But I will find a way I promise! Bye Loves!