Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

Chapter 3: Rescue

The day after the chip left his body forever, he was transferred to somewhere while he was still under the effect of the drug. This time the person was gentler. He carefully undressed him and cleaned the mess, got him a new jeans Alec supposed; then tucked Alec into a comfortable bed and placed a pillow under his neck. The smooth sheet lured Alec to fade into unconsciousness. When he woke up, the guy he recognized was lying next to him, eyes fixed on Alec as if he was a prey.

He introduced himself as Sebastian Verlac, he smirked at the frightened expression and shudders. As he reached out his hand, Alec sat up and launched himself backward until he hit the headboard.

"You shouldn't be scared of me, Alec. It is your parents."

His parents. It surprised himself that when he was kidnapped by Sebastian, his first thought was about his siblings. Were they safe at home? Were Hodge and Seelie with them?

Alec swallowed, and said. "They don't care about me. You're not going to have what you want."

The cruel man lifted an eyebrow, seemed to evaluate his words. Alec backed up against the headboard further when Sebastian raised and pulled the blanket out of the bed. His predatory stare landed on Alec's feet.

He mumbled something, so low that Alec could not make out. And within a second Sebastian hopped to him and pushed Alec's legs to his right, pressed himself heavily into him when hands caught the wrists. Struggling, Alec yelled, "Get off me!"

Swung his forehead upwards Alec satisfied to find Sebastian was bleeding, a stream of blood running out from his nose. The man groaned in fury and tried to nail the twisting body down, his grasps were so strong that Alec felt his wrists were snapping, on the verge of fracture.

Alec curled his legs and attempted to flip Sebastian over, and astonishingly he did. Through he could hear cracks from his bones, he rolled the man on his back and straddled on the powerful waist. Sebastian hit him with his kneecaps, right into the wound. Alec went saggy as he felt his lower turned numb.

"Aarrrggg!"

The boy's torso failed on his for the pain overtaking. Grabbed his chance, Sebastian targeted his throat and quickly his hands whirled around the fragile part, sat up and pushed Alec over. Alec was still recovering from the extraction of the chip, his feeble lower half would not do much after the flip. So he simply tightened around his neck.

Sebastian could see it from Alec's blue eyes, they were glistening in defeat despite his weak protest of wiggling under him. He was between his legs, so Sebastian teasingly thrust his hip into the boy, chuckled when fear beautified the face of the eldest Lightwood child.

He enjoyed this little fight; the Lightwoods he observed were this proud of themselves, despised the existence of his kind. Sebastian mused if this Alec would be the same, after all he wasn't as ignorant as he had thought since the stalking of six months.

"Maybe we should level up our game, don't you agree?" Rolled the hip again Sebastian brushed his semi on Alec's bottom. Alec was trying to stay still, head tilted to another side unable meet his eyes. Adam Apple shifted up and down under his grip.

"We will have a good time together." The upper man said assertively.

Sebastian dragged him out from the bed, trailing Alec out of the room. His wound was bleeding again, regardless he could not feel a thing of his legs like they didn't belong to him. The flaccid ankles sometimes slammed into the corners when Sebastian took the turn. Alec tried to remember the route, blues fluttered around searching for exit. None came to his sight.

They were back to the room Alec woke up to, he was dropped with no warning and wailed. He ran out of breath when he pushed himself up from the floor, yet a feet stepped on his back and his effort was wasted.

"Don't bother." Said Sebastian. He tossed Alec on his side and ropes were clapping, instantly Alec was forced to bend over, his nearly fractured wrists jointed his ankles. Pulled up, Alec was on his knees. He heard a whisper. "I should have taken off your jeans first…"

His eyes never left Sebastian, who was now standing in front of him.

"Alec, you don't know how to be sexy? Arch your back up!"

He was not shouting, more like complaining about his way of sitting. Hunching his shoulders, Alec did not want Sebastian had control over him; submit wasn't a Lightwood would do.

The stubborn attitude gratified Sebastian, he strutted close enough to raise his chin, a crooked smile charmed millions. Yet Alec felt another way around; it was disgusting.

A blade glinted under the dim light, hovering around his face. Alec stared right back to Sebastian who was tracing the weapon along Alec's jaw, tipped his chin higher with the point. He refused to obey and resulted in a sharp pain near his throat. Stream of fluid leaked.

"Do you want to see your family again, Alec?" Sebastian coaxed, "If you keep ignoring me I can find Jace to be your company. How about Isabelle?"

The threats worked on Alec well. Sebastian aimed at his weakness and struck him fainted. The blond had proven his ability. Alec as protective as ever, wouldn't risk the chance. Therefore, closed his eyes the teenager tilted his head back further.

"Bend. And you might have some mercy." Did what he was ordered, Alec felt exposed. Basically he welcomed Sebastian to hurt him, like a pangolin gave up curling and let others attack his soft belly. But he was willing to bare.

Alec howled his organs out when Sebastian cut him in different places, scarring words on his body. The sensation of his own skin flaking off made him quivered uncontrollably, every second was in hell. They were burning, so much bloods rushing out of his wounds that he thought he was going to die from the loss of blood.

Sebastian was craving words, he knew. Tears just burst out, then Sebastian would humiliate him that he was a crying baby and planted kisses on his cheeks, comforting Alec that everything would be passed soon.

It was most painful when the blade touched his forehead. Because he moved so much Sebastian injected him one more dose. Paralyzed and bounded, his right cheek leaned on Sebastian's thigh, a hand wrapped around his skull to secure his position.

"You will be my slut, Alec." The pain then engulfed him.

"The color is wrong. I want it to be sunglow, not gold. And before you ask, there is a difference."

His employee was holding up two pieces of chiffon, looking nonplussed. Magnus did not have time for this, so he pushed it to his assistant. "Go find Camille and tell her everything."

Without a nod the girl ran out, spinning her heels as if monster was chasing after her. Magnus sighed and returned to his work, refining his designs for the coming show. It was not that urgent, as his collection would be showcased around October. But Magnus wanted to be well-prepared and sometimes you had to do it to find if it actually worked.

Moreover, stress imbalanced his hormones. He had the taste of pimples growing all over his face and compelled reluctantly from wearing a mask for his show, claimed to be a mysterious theme. There was not a single chance of him experience it again.

He occasionally snatched at the bottle and sucked on the straw, jelly flowed to the bottom of his tongue and it effortlessly glided down his throat. It was of the taste of sayur asam, refreshing and lite.

Threw the empty plastic package into the bin, letting it joined its four dead friends. Magnus had practically eaten nothing other than those supplements the whole day, since after the meeting with Tessa he did not find the mood to eat anything solid. Camille, his loyal mundane assistant had asked him upon such matter, worried that the eminent fashion designer would be dead before his latest work could be published.

"Are you dead, Magnus?"

She inquired when she walked into him lying on the floor, doodling. He dropped his crayons and papers (which both were exorbitantly expensive), rolled himself over on his back and met the downward glance.

"No. Just chilling."

Camille crouched and picked up the papers, laughed when she saw Magnus's random drawings. One had a unicorn in a laced bikini, posing sexily and winked with bedroom eyes, running on the rainbow clouds. Playfully she plunk them on his face. Magnus let it lay.

"Oh no Magnus. How long since you have been eaten?"

"Last evening. I have supplements, don't worry."

"I can see that. Seriously though, you should have something besides flavored jellies in your stomach." She grunted.

He simply waved her off.

Being an Aristo meant better. Magnus was stronger than mundanes, genes were altered to be immune to contagious diseases and many others. He could concentrate on his work for a straight 24 hours without eating or rest. They were designed to be the elites in all various aspects.

He had not reach his limit yet but the tiredness was starting to let his lids closed. Doodling helped him relaxed.

Camille did not take his sign, continued to annoy Magnus until he gave up and promised going home to sleep. As he walked out from his office, he mumbled. "Housewife."

A shout came from behind, "I heard you Magnus!" Stomping thundered the whole floor and Magnus took it as his cue to run for the elevator before the roars penetrated his ear drums. He might be an Aristo but his ear drums were still very sensitive.

Pocketed his hands into his wind coat, Magnus watched the droids hovering above the crowd. Earlier that day he paid Jem a visit and informed that Will had cancelled the date because of an emergency. He had pried a little, however Jem did not know much neither. They had not exchanged a word since yesterday morning and Jem seemed not troubled by this.

He simply smiled with the greatest gentleness. "He will do the same if situation is reserved."

Truth be told Magnus envied their relationship, always caring, affectionate and forgiving. Walked among couples holding hands, snuggling close to each other Magnus found himself wandered off the main street and entered a shortcut back to his house. It was quieter and also less peaceful. Thugs and drug dealers claimed it their land and charged whoever, whatever passing by. Magnus did not give a damn for that moment. He just wanted to get home and dream.

Boots tapping on the wet rugged pavement, Magnus strode under the neon signs hanging over his head and from the shops. It was evening, people were out for dinner or other business. Still in the rush hour of this side of the city the streets were half empty. A head popped out from a paper box threw under a traffic light.

Magnus was waiting for the green light, the cat meowed at him as if he was the one abandoned the poor creature for its own fate. It was small as the size of Magnus's palm. Shot a side-way glance Magnus had an inner battle of taking it home or not. He had had pets, and could not stand the single thought of them dying before he did. Magnus was this sentimental, though he hated to admit so.

Gazing the traffic light, Magnus cursed when it did not change under his flaming stares. The cat kept on miaowing, wailed if Magnus was not mistaken. Pedestrians had their eyes straight, the tall man could not see if they intended to ignore the cry or was too busy looking at the bricks on the walls.

Scratching the box, the cat was trying to escape from its prison. Its little claws tugged on the paper and paws up to show how cute those ten pink dots were. Magnus couldn't leave it on the street; he didn't have to heart to do so. Therefore, he spooned up the tiny cat like it was his purse and stuffed it into his coat. He had a pocket inside and he never thought of how useful it was until that day.

He could hear purrs from his chest. Magnus would regret the decision later when the kitten grown to face its death, yet that night, he let his emotional side dominate.