Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

Warning: Graphic description of sexual content

A/N: Turning point at the end. Hope you all enjoy the little twist and leave a review which is highly appreciated :)

Chapter 10: The One Behind

Jonathan was not a wise man. Tapping his fingers on the handle, he sat properly outside the doctor office. He immediately went to the scene once he got the call from Helen. Will's house was shielded up and already investigated by the analysts. A colleague of Will handed him the tablet, updating the news.

"What do you want to know, Commissioner?" He was asked while walking inside, saw the trail of bloods all the way to the living room.

The evidence was covered by the protecting gel, so they walked upon it and need not worried about contaminating the scene. At this time the house was empty since most of the scene investigation were done. Only analysts were in the living room scanning for trace of organisms.

"It's upstairs?"

He had read the files and kept an eye on the intercom when he was driving there. Apparently someone hacked into Will's house security system and attacked James – Will's boyfriend – threw him at the coffee table and left him to die. Or for Will to find out. The attacker was only confirmed when they completely searched the house. And Jonathan nearly bumped into the car in front of his.

The other man nodded, only realized it was his cue to take the lead when Jonathan stood there at the hallway waiting his move. He hurried to the end of it, a door marked with a giant letter O.

The askew glittery red circle was floating in the air – it functioned like the public transport system, setting up an invisible ward to record every personnel passing through. But it had an additional feature which it could blocked away unregistered users. In this case, only police officers were granted the access to Will's bedroom.

Jonathan and the detective entered. He didn't need his guide to tell him where to look for the evidence.

Will's tidy bed was at their left, both sides had nightstands and a window at their front. Wardrobe was behind the opened door. To their right a work table at the corner, and a dresser opposite the bed. Above the items scattered across the surface was a safe with its content emptied and the metals were blown. Between the distance from the end of the bed and the dresser, was a signature in dried red fluid, small as the length of a water bottle but elegant.

Sebastian Verlac.

Jonathan kneeled and touched the trail, feeling the gel moved under his tips. On time the detective reported. "It is chickens' blood and the signature matches with the ones in our database."

Soothing his chin, Jonathan stood back up and said to the detective. "I will deliver the news to Detective Herondale myself. Don't tell anyone I've been here."

Using his authority effectively, the detective nodded and looked down at his own shoes. Jonathan walked out and didn't turn back. He knew the poor man wouldn't disobey his order. Obey – Jonathan gritted his teeth. Will was not being careful enough and someone had paid for his mistakes. He only hoped that he would learn from this.

The elevator dinged when two figures appeared from it, a nurse robot and Will Herondale, a brilliant detective with a soft heart. He was exhausted, Jonathan could see the circles under his eyes and the way he shuffled towards him. He was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday and it was now stained with bloods, hairs a ball of tangled black silks. Jonathan tore his eyes away from it. It wasn't the time to be emotional.

The robot left them to their business when Will finally sat down next to him, slumped into the chair and sighed as he adjusted the position. Jonathan watched him with the corner of his eyes: his arms were cut a few places, but nothing serious. His shoes messily laced.

"Jonathan."

He sounded drained, voice weak as never. His hands were trembling, a sign of hunger. Jonathan fished out a supplement from his pocket and extended it to Will. Said man took it without protest.

They sat in silence, with the occasional sounds of sucking and swallowing. Will quickly downed the steak favored fluids, fingers twiddle with the plastic package. It was Jonathan who spoke first.

"It is Verlac."

Much to his surprise, Will snorted. "I know."

"He took something from your safe. Blew it, actually."

"Because it can only unlocked by keys. Real keys. It isn't connected to my house's security system." Will said.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow but soon back to his expressionless face as he realized Will couldn't see it. There was no one for the display. "You know things, I see."

"A logical deduction. It was hacked, also John and Kate. Where are they?"

"Lab. We want to see if there is any mark." Jonathan said, continued tapping his fingers in an erratic rhythm. "Will, I think you should take a break."

The other man said nothing. Hadn't moved a slight. But Jonathan knew he was listening. He went on. "Inevitably they are asking me to wipe your memory which I have to follow. But I don't want to. Will, you should accept the fact the Lighwood boy is beyond your duty and responsibility. A tragic incident, but you shouldn't blame yourself for it. There are many factors causing this terrible – "

He paused for a moment, seeing Will was grasping the handles so hard that his body shaking, knuckles whitened and blue blood vessels on his arms evident. Every breath ran through his organs and it turned into something even darkness couldn't reach. Light would destroyed it, not remedied.

" – event." He finished.

"After everything?" He at least bit those words out. Jonathan was heartbroken to see him like this. To see anyone's life troubled for nothing. He doubted if Jem could get back on track, too.

"Especially. You have everything to lose."

Will was silenced again. And his body started to relax, some bloods flushed back to his cheeks. Jonathan waited a while, stated. "I'm not wiping your memory. But you must take the branding from the Angels. I hope this serves as a reminder."

Branding from the Angels –an oath empowered by the watchers of Vikram and branded into the receiver's heart. If the oath was broken, they would be dozed to freeze in tubes forever. Their consciousness remained, but they lost all their senses.

Stiffly his best detective nodded and didn't follow suit when Jonathan returned to the police station, fully aware that it was the lightest alternative punishment. Though in the past many had taken the brandings, none had met their painful ends.

Jonathan pressed the button, watching the number descending to the current floor. He spared one last glance at Will, and prayed for not the first time that Will would listen to reasons.

Isabelle was wandering around their garden, with two guards closely behind her. The garden was so large that they used to play hide-and-seek there every day after school. Alec would always be the 'it', looking for them restlessly. As if they would disappear if he didn't catch them all. As if they would be scared that Alec didn't find them.

He sucked at this game. So Jace and her would intentionally leave some marks to coax Alec to their hiding places, like petals or moved stones. Sometimes they would climb up high in the tree, chatted or whistled – just to make sure Alec could hear them.

The garden was taken cared by Seelie, she was programmed to be proficient at such things. Gray stone paths colored by glooming flowers in all seasons, the sweet scents of nectar attracted bees and butterflies. Birds would nest on the branches and breed, spending most of their time finding worms or small insects to feed the newborns. Isabelle's room was the one facing the garden, and every morning she could hear the tweets traveled in breezes.

The oak was in the center of the garden. She climbed and reached to the middle level, ignoring the protest of the robots. It was already higher than the wall, buildings stood far from her reach. Leaned back against the trunk, Isabelle threw her legs on the strong and thick branch. She saw a brand new nest meters away, small hairless baby birds snuggling into each other, heads buried under. Their parents must be out looking for food.

Spring was always full of life. She eyed the colors below her, the two shining metals didn't mix into the garden. They were a joke, ridiculously staring at the surrounding to detect any danger or suspicious objects.

A leg hung outside and they were already shouting.

"Master Isabelle, please come down. It is not safe up there."

One of them said, voice barking powerless orders. She knew they could do nothing but useless objections. To get herself comfortable, she moved her hip farther to the twigs and laid down, hands on the back of her head. Her inky hairs spread and dangling, waving when winds brushed through.

She remembered how Alec would help styling her hairs. He combed them tenderly and bundled the strands into a neat ponytail, sometimes plaited it simply. His hands were made for handicraft. Delicate, boney and flexible. But as they were growing up with both schedules full of classes and practices, it had been years since the last time Alec helped out.

And now, she didn't have the mood to brush it even.

"Izzy!" A similar voice reached her. Quickly sat up with excellent balance, she looked down and instantly disappointed. It was Jace.

"We have guests! Your nerd boy is here drooling!"

She looked at him for a moment, wishing this was an illusion. If she stared long enough, Jace would become Alec. And this Alec would stay forever.

But in her dark eyes it was Jace, the golden boy with light tanned skins and cocky personality. A person that was completely different from her older brother. Opposite, but matching.

She didn't want to see anyone. So she glanced back to the sky and yelled, "Not going!"

Jace tsked and ran a hand through his messy hairs. "You're missing out." Then he went to greet the unwelcomed guests, knowing Isabelle wouldn't listen to him anyway. She was glad for Jace putting up with her little rebellion. He didn't have to.

He had changed, just like she did. Suddenly because of a single event, they were forced to grow up regardless of their reluctance.

The wind blew again and the leaves creating a melody that lured her to sleep. The twigs shook under its commands, but it shook too hard; before she could get up, the nest fell off.

It crashed to the stones underneath and short screeches came out faintly, soon there was no sounds but the song the oak was singing, the wind talking. Isabelle hugged the trunk and slid down, stumbled towards the fallen home. The guards simply stood asides and watched.

She kneeled. It was shattered into pieces of small sticks and straws, the baby birds were under the flipped nest, not moving. Isabelle knew nothing about birds; she didn't care before. There were three of them. She nudged their bodies with her nails, but received no response. Turned to one of the bots she demanded, "Tell Seelie to meet at my room."

Then she carefully cupped the three baby birds into her palms, watching their immature wings twitched to the sudden change of position. She smiled, for the first time in days and rushed back to her room. As she ran along the hallway and passed the living room, she heard there were three voices talking. Without giving attention she kept on her way, and a yell came behind.

"Wait!"

Simon, she recognized. It wasn't until Isabelle was rushing upstairs that she scolded. "Not now."

However, Simon wasn't a guy that gave up easily. She knew well of that. When she was back to her room with Seelie standing near the window, Simon closed the door for her. Seelie immediately noticed the three little creatures closed to her chest.

"Put them down, Master Isabelle. Let me have a look."

Right away Isabelle placed them on her desk, the three cried some short shrieks and soon nestled into a small ball. Simon and Isabelle hunched forward to see what Seelie was doing. She cupped her hands around them, heating up her palms to provide the similar warmth as the nest provided. But soon she sighed, and retreated for Isabelle to lean into the baby birds.

"What is it?" She asked, while motherly soothing the bald heads. Simon went to sit on her bed.

"They have various bone fractures. From the injuries they will die within a day."

Seelie reported systematically, face unchanged. However, Isabelle did not take the news well; she sucked in a breath and brows knotted, inquired with a strong tone. "You can do something."

"Yes. But the nature is not for us to disturb. Their destinies are settled and we should respect that."

Isabelle took a step forward, hands on her hip. "How do you know if it isn't the destiny links them to me? What if the fate wants me to save them?"

"The chance of them surviving such injury is merely over 2%, not to mention 90% of newborns couldn't live for a year. Average life span of a bird is only two years – "

"Enough!" Isabelle slammed on the desk and the baby birds jumped on her action. Simon too involuntarily flinched, brown eyes darted between her and the keeper.

"If Master Isabelle has no more order I shall serve our guest in the living room."

Then she moved to take the three small newborns in her hands, with a bow she showed herself out. Isabelle gazed at her until she closed the door. One of the guards was inside, one stayed out.

Simon said, trying to lighten up the mood. "Izzy, why don't you come with me to the Festival?"

"Festival?!" Her voice high-pitched, as she pushed the window opened. The oak was far away but she could hear the distant howls of birds. She closed it tightly.

"Do I look like I want to go?"

She groaned, throwing herself on the comfortable bed. It was of red bed sheet and matching pillows, a double bed too large for one to sleep in. Simon watched her body bounced as the quality mattress absorbed her weights. "I just want you to loosen up a little. Ever since… you know, you haven't been out and I thought changing a scenario might do you good."

She would go online once in a while, and found the media had moved its target to some celebrity scandals. Isabelle was sure it had something to do with their parents: their networks extended to cities half the globe away. How easy it was, a word and everything relevant to Alec was buried and sealed. Forbidden. Like how Simon would avoid mentioning the kidnapping.

But Alec always had a place in her. His voice sometimes lurked at the back of her head and startled her at night. Now she had to toss and turn for hours before sleep came.

Covering her face with palms, Isabelle apologized. "Sorry. I just… I just miss my brother."

She then felt a body laid down next to her, wriggled closer and closer. Their shoulders touching, feet hanging outside the bed. A hand was brushing her spreading hairs fondly.

"I know. Alec is my friend too."

The vowels did magic on her – the way his name rolled on Simon's tongue had her tossed her arms around him, burying her head into the living chest. Simon in response hugged her and rubbed his palm on her back. His heart was beating fast, and strong. Isabelle didn't even know if Alec was still alive.

Instead of saying anything, Simon hummed her a song. A song that his band wrote a long time ago. She remembered it, as it was the first time she saw their performance in the Festival. The very first song that Isabelle actually liked.

Lights flashing above your head, the beacon is just ahead

Paddles meet the raging sea, lift and you will see

The shore feet away

Go cut off the chains and free him from restrains

Climbed the steps, each the Sins slash you bleed

Up high in the circle of life, walls painted in grease

Demons guard the gate, ask upon your aim

Answer with your back straight

A warrior who fights pain away

Tessa had no idea of Jem getting hurt only on Saturday, two days after the attack. It wasn't Will who told her. Not Jem, not Magnus. She found out because she was informed by her boss there was a serious loophole of their system and was called to a conference.

Seated in silence, her boss cleaned her throat and began to brief the situation. Shown on the screen were the two robots – a butler and a keeper – with their model numbers and sales details respectively.

The house's security system was hacked. This meant a granted assess for the hacker to the robots because all the indoor bots were connected with the house's network. And to be frank, no one had successfully done that before due to the complex combination and gatekeeping of the house's security. The hacker must be similar with coding. Only expert could have achieved this breaking and entering.

She listened to details. Due to the protection of victim and client no name was revealed or slightly hinted. And judging by the look of her boss, this case went underground without notifying the press.

"Our technical department is looking for a solution. Until further notice, everyone keeps an eye on your clients' networks, checks regularly and updates the systems. You are dismissed."

With that her colleagues were moving out, mumbling while back to their divisions. However, she was asked to stay behind.

"Tessa, I need to talk to you." Her boss removed the glass from her nose, and fidgeted with the frame. Tessa sat opposite of her.

"I think you have some ideas, haven't you?"

Her eyes fixed on the table, didn't know what to say. "Sorry, Ma'am but I don't."

"It is your friend's."

Swallowed hard, she whispered the name. "William Herondale."

It was Will's house being hacked. A person was attacked inside. Was it Will? Jem? Or Magnus?

The woman sighed and leaned back into the chair, fingers crossed and placed on her stomach. "You don't have to worry. The police has told me the victim isn't severely hurt."

"That's great. Good, good." Tessa mumbled.

Her boss had a pained face. "I have asked Arthur to take up your clients."

"What? I can handle. I can." Tessa protested.

"Tessa," It was said heavily, "You are our head designer – not basic customer service officer. Keeping tracks of robot activities isn't included in your duty. You are not supposed to have them as your responsibility!"

"I don't mind. They are my friends. I – "

"Theresa." Being interrupted again, she sat back down, having no idea when she stood up from her seat at the first place.

Her boss rubbed her temple and said thoughtfully. "I want you to focus on the project. Recently the company has received many complaints over our products. You might not aware, but our sales have been going down since summer last year. And the project is our chance to prove our ability to the public." She added, "Additionally, I checked your log. Mr. Herondale's house security system hasn't been updated for six months. Do you have any explanation?"

Tessa's mouth agape, knowing full well that she had been overloaded by new production designs and projects. She had no one to blame but herself.

"I am not saying the attack is entirely your fault. Even if you've updated the system the attacker can still invade the network. Just concentrate on the project, okay?"

Dropped the order she walked out, on her way she patted lightly on Tessa's shoulder. Said woman's back remained straight as confident as usual yet her head lowered, deflated.

Alec had been looking forward to seeing Luke again. Last time he was told he could get back to his family, and Alec truly believed in it. He supposed he was this despaired to run and completely ignoring the potential risk and danger, that Luke could be a part of Sebastian's wicked scheme.

Excitement filled him. Although he was still locked up in the room, waiting for Sebastian and his one and only goal was to please him, there was this blind hope that he could actually leave this hell.

However, it had been a few days since they talked and he hadn't heard of anything about Luke. For the time period he survived on the thrill of escape and tried to satisfy Sebastian every way he could so that he would lower his guard. But Sebastian always ensured Alec was spent before he left for missions. Always distracting Alec from things other than his pet duty.

He underestimated Alec. He wasn't weak – he possessed this stubbornness like every Lightwood did. Swore million times, Alec would do everything to unite with Jace and Izzy.

On the fourth day, he was confronted by Sebastian.

That morning he had gone early even before he had his daily treadmill time. Alec woke to his collar being tied to the bedpost by an iron chain linked through the small circle in the middle of the leather. He could walked but not far, five feet off the bed at most.

When he was tired turning and tossing on the bed, Sebastian burst in with a furious look on his dark face. Subconsciously Alec backed up, watching the man strode towards him.

"Ah!"

He let out a yell when his collar was yanked, the chain in the hand of Sebastian. Fell on his palms he was pulled once again, tugging him to slide down to the floor. Sebastian kicked him on his ribs and sent Alec curled up, hands wrapped around his chest.

"What's between Luke and you?" Sebastian hissed, nearly covered by his own heavy breathing. The pain didn't stop after seconds, but Alec slurred, wondering what made him so angry. "Noth – nothing!"

Sebastian sneered, crouched down to grip on Alec's chin in an undeniable force. "You're a bad liar, Alec." He spat on his face and a hand clutched over his mouth. One went to the back of his neck. "I didn't expect a lie would come out from this pretty mouth of yours."

The ribs were less hurt now, and Alec grasped at Sebastian's wrists trying to explain, but his voice was muffled and sentences blurred into nonsense. "Don't you dare Alec; lying to me with your puppy eyes and thinking I am easy to fool with."

Alec was then felt his head banged on the cold floor, stars exploded in front of his eyes. Things turned into a whole blank of whiteness and momentarily he lost his hearing.

His feet kicked out and body wiggled when he was towed to the bathroom. Regardless of the dizziness Alec had his hands on the collar as it was choking him when Sebastian dragged him by the chain. He bumped into the frame and once they were inside, Sebastian went to turn on the shower. There was no tub, and while Alec was coughing and catching his breaths the older man tossed him under the water, letting the cold drops wet his clothes.

"Take off your clothes!" Roared and saw Alec was still in the shock, Sebastian did it himself; he ripped the old T-shirt and forcibly hauled the boxer to the fragile ankles, tossed the pieces away.

Alec had his knees up and one hand up to block away the water showering down. He shouted, as Sebastian went to take the nozzle. "I swear there's nothing! I swear!"

Red in his eyes, Sebastian just grabbed his ankle and pulled, making Alec slipped on the slippery tiles. He then adjusted the pressure and jetted the water on his naked form, water splashed and the force was so strong that Alec felt the pain coming from his side, where the nozzle was aimed at.

"Just a morning away and you already want to seduce someone else. Clean yourself slut!"

His boots stepped on the chain, prevented Alec from getting up. He moved the nozzle up and down to wash over Alec's body. Alec's hands ran to wherever the water went. Despite the water was cold, his skin was reddening like he had a severe rash.

Alec kept on saying, "We didn't do anything! Please!" And Sebastian let the water bash. With difficulties Alec hugged his legs to his chest and took it with silence, seeing Sebastian wasn't in the mood to reason. He simply prayed it would be over soon.

After all parts of his body were cleaned, Sebastian turned off the shower while Alec was lying down with his ragged breaths. He tugged the collar and Alec supported himself by the shaking legs, hands on the wall. The older man pulled Alec into him and caged him, one hand on his waist and the other reached under his arm to the back of his neck. Scared of further punishment, Alec leaned into Sebastian knowing the man liked him being dependent and needy. He didn't let the days go wasted.

He understood it would be the best not to irritate the man more, therefore he moaned out loud when Sebastian nipped at his collarbone, sucked on it and marking his territory. His hands clutched on the shoulders as the lips moved down, and down. Breath hitched when Sebastian bit his nipple lightly, but didn't push him away. Only he threw his head back and forced himself to enjoy, at least pretend to be.

The chain scraped the tiles as Sebastian turned and crashed him on the wall. He whispered, Alec quivered when his hot breath hit his skin.

"Just think about me. About how I'm going be inside you and fuck you senseless."

A familiar tingling sting spread from his neck – Sebastian injected him a dose of something. Almost immediately he felt a heat gathered and burnt inside his abdomen; shamefully he rubbed his erection on the tiles, wishing the chilliness could give him some comforts. He couldn't see straight and body drew back into Sebastian for support. The man caught him with ease.

Dug under the collar he bit on the exposed neck and hushed, "Alec put your hands on the wall."

He did it. Like a good pet. Sebastian was all on him, dry bumping with his hard-on through his jeans between the buttocks. Because of the drug Alec moaned again, for the anticipation of next coming event. His throat was dry and lips chapped. Driven by the compelled lust Alec thrust back, grinding on Sebastian.

A smirk, he heard through the fog of desire. And the sounds of buckles undid. Then a hard rod pushed inside him.

"Let us enjoy this one last time. Shall we?"

Sebastian pinned his wrists on each side of his head, started pounding.

Alec took it and let the drug take control, as he couldn't fight it off either. Every sense became hyper-sensitive: his own moans and Sebastian's constant sighs of pleasure, sounds of flesh slamming flesh, the scent of fresh water, the ghost white of tiles and the taste of sex – his erection twisted, and he yelped when Sebastian hit his prostate.

Sebastian came first. He spilled his seed inside and remained the position for a while. Alec hands clutched into fists when the soft member slipped out, soon something dripped down and Sebastian pushed back easily as his muscle was still stretched widely.

For a moment he gained his consciousness before he lost his sense again.

"You want to come, Alec?" A hand crept and grabbed his hard-on, pumping up and down. The words murmured to him cracked when Alec drowned in the overwhelming euphoria. He nodded rapidly and his knees gave in as Sebastian skillfully touching him. Fingers brushed the evident vein and a thumb massaged the head. The only thing occupied his mind was the warmth enveloped his erection, the friction it created had Alec thrust his hip forward, fucking the hand like it was his second nature.

He wanted it; a release from this torturously slow contentment. When he tried to fasten the pace Sebastian held him tightly around his waist, limiting his movements. A groan howled from his throat and hands gripped at the powerful wrists, wishing for the man moved faster and at the same time, controlling himself from this destructive yearning even his protest was feeble.

Finally, Sebastian allowed him to come. He screamed and voice broken when the load was ejected on the wall. Bending himself into Sebastian's chest Alec felt the hands on him tightened, bruises would be formed within minutes. They stood there with Alec relied on Sebastian's strong hold.

Everything was clearer after the drug was wearing off. At least Alec could think right now. There was something weird about Sebastian today – in the past he would try everything to make Alec miserable, turned him into a complete mess and had him bled. Yet this time… it was off, for someone like Sebastian anyway. And this didn't make Alec feel any safer. It usually implied something worse was coming.

Sebastian was still holding him, his breathing calmed. Without a word he lifted Alec in bridal style and walked out the bathroom, the floor had a wet track along their way, chain dragged. He put Alec on his bed and untied the chain, tossed it on the floor. Sebastian snuggled in, hands locked his waist and pulled him into his embrace. Burying his face in Alec's neck he inhaled deeply and planted kisses along his spine.

With his back against Sebastian and felt the lips on his sensitive skin Alec shuddered, hands clutched on the sheet and legs tangled with Sebastian's. This was strange and disturbing but he went with the flow. The older man's temper was unstable like a maniac.

At that Alec nearly snorted.

When Sebastian was done teasing him, he mumbled something to his ear. Alec had no idea what it meant.

"I don't want to let you go… but Alec you betrayed me. I have no choice but to send you to the cage."

A hand gently patted his head, Alec suddenly felt chilly and skin prickled. He shook and Sebastian got him closer that he could barely breathe. There was no way Alec gained sleep, not after what Sebastian had said.

Indeed he stayed awake the whole time and when Sebastian grumpily mumbled something he went turgid. He pretended to sleep as the other man slipped off the bed.

"Come and get him." That was all he said. Then the blanket was removed from him and a hand shook him. "Stop playing. I know you are awake."

There was no point to act. So Alec opened his eyes and saw a smirk on the disgusting face. Sebastian retreated and stood near the end of the bed, watching Alec with hawk eyes and hands folded.

"You are a piece of trash, Alec." He stated as if it was a simple known fact. Alec propped himself by his elbows and sat up, didn't know what to say. "And a trash should go back to where they belong."

His dark eyes had only madness and joy. A knock turned Sebastian's glare away. He walked and scanned his wrist, the door slid and two men appeared, both looking dangerous, wearing simply tank tops and jeans. The man at the front striding in had massive and numerous scars on his forearms, another had one like a giant worm on his face, started from the end of his left brow to his jaw.

Alec felt their glance on him. He recoiled.

Leaned next to the door, Sebastian said with a grin. "Take him away and feast, my friends."

As soon as his order was spoken, the two launched onto Alec. Alec startled and kicked randomly at them, successfully aimed at the lower part and a man whimpered as the pain took him over. Alec rolled to the other side of the bed and jumped off, ran to the chain left on the floor. A man grabbed his ankle and Alec fell, but still got a hold on the iron. The man was all over him, trying to grasp at his wrists. In the battle miraculously Alec rounded his neck with the chain and he pulled the two ends in opposite direction, terrified by the purple shades of the man's face.

Yet he only let go when the collar sent him shocks; multiple and fast. His grips loosened and muscles spasmed, air taking away from his lungs. He roared in silence as his throat constricted too tight that he couldn't emit a sound. Arteries evident and spread from forehead to temples.

His body went limp, strengths sucked in a black hole. He felt two pairs of hands yanked him up and dragged him out of Sebastian's room while he was still panting and suppressing the pains from the shocks. One hand under each of his arm his knees scraped the floor as he was towed to nowhere, possibly the cage Sebastian had mentioned.

Foreign hands rubbed and fondled his skins too hard. He heard the familiar crazy laughter and whistles from both sides when he was on his way to another hell.

They stopped after many turns. In the blurred vision he saw the scene in front of him and for a second he wished he had killed himself earlier.

In the room made of concrete were animals' cages from different sizes, small as a cat's and large as an elephant's. They formed a circle and in the middle of it, was a man screaming. He was chained to a huge cross nailed vertically on the floor, fleshes of his body missing. The thin blade shone under the spotlight and a man wearing similar clothes sliced another piece of meat from the begging poor soul.

Alec closed his eyes.

A hand lifted his chin and a whisper came to his ear. "If you behave, you wouldn't meet the same fate as his."