Chapter 38: All Clary. The original chapter was quite long as I just had so much to dump out of me. So, I split it into two chapters. Poo is officially hitting the fan.
POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING: violence, non-con and drug use (Rated M).
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Previously: "Clary sat very still and let him wash her, as tears filled her eyes and silently ran down her face. Oh my god. I don't know how long I can keep this up. I have to find somewhere to hide. Hurry, Jace. Please hurry."
Clary's eyes snapped open, she sat up, and she slammed her hand down on her alarm clock. She was supposed to meet Jonathan at the gym in about an hour. She planned to quickly get ready and explore the manor for places to hide, for when Jace and Will come to get her. I don't want Jon to know where I am when shit goes down. He'll take me away or lock me up, I know it. I need to text Jace that I'm okay too. Clary walked into her wardrobe and pulled on a bright purple sports bra (that showed way too much cleavage), matching thong and yoga leggings. Jonathan laid them out for her to wear today, before he left last night. Controlling asshole. She pulled on a black hoodie and zipped it to her neck. I'm not parading in a sports bra through the halls. She had smiled and hugged him when he told her how gorgeous she looked in purple. She had to keep him happy to avoid suspicion. It was harder now that she was utterly terrified of him raping her…again. I can't let him inside of me again. I will fucking lose it.
After their bath yesterday, Jonathan completely flipped back to being his old self; playing the role of doting, romantic boyfriend. He acted as if nothing untoward had happened in the bathroom…where he raped me with his mouth and forced my orgasm. I didn't even know that was possible. He had terrified Clary when he grabbed her between her legs and wrapped his arm around her neck in the tub. It was like he was a different person entirely. She had felt so weak and helpless. She hadn't meant to slap him. It had just happened. She had been furious that he assaulted her, ignoring her pleas to stop…the word no. Afterwards, he had cooed sweet romantic things in her ear and ran his hands over her body. He had grabbed her hand and put it on his aroused dick and Clary had somehow managed not to recoil.
"Do you see what you do to me, Clarissa?" Jonathan said while he kissed her neck, up and down, holding her hand against his hardness, beneath the water. Clary, terrified of more violence, plastered a fake smile on her face and closed her eyes, humming. "I need you so badly, Clarissa. I want you… let me have you. Please, love. I can't take it." He thrust his erection against her and squeezed her hips painfully. Clary gasped as he crushed her against him. He's not going to leave me alone until he cums. Pervert. Clary had resolved to get him off, but not inside of her. "Jonathan. You know I'm too sore, darling. But–" She slid her hand up and down his erection, squeezing it in her fist as she rolled her hips on his lap. Get this over with, so I can get the fuck out of this tub and away from him. Trembling, she pressed her lips to his and pushed her tongue in his mouth. He moaned and they kissed deeply for a few minutes, as he gripped and massaged her ass. Clary rubbed her breasts against his chest as she pumped his rock hard cock in her hands.
She kept her eyes closed tightly, picturing Jace, Jordan, Pedro Pascal, anyone but Jonathan as she stroked him in her slippery fist. Jonathan got harder and thrust faster up into her hands as he assaulted her neck with his lips and teeth. The bath water sloshed around them, splashing onto the floor. Time to end this. Clary opened her eyes and stared into his black depths, bit her lip and murmured. "Cum for me Jonathan. Now." Jonathan's eyes widened and he threw his face forward between her breasts. He growled, as he exploded in ecstasy in her hands, continuing to thrust beneath the water. Jonathan then attacked her breasts, squeezing, sucking, licking and biting furiously as Clary looked up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. Please finish. She continued to rub him, until his orgasm waned and his mouth stilled on her chest. Panting, he looked up and kissed her lips as she smiled tightly back at him, blushing. "Clarissa. You are such a naughty girl. I can't wait to have you again, love… tomorrow… and I won't take no for an answer." He laughed as if he were joking, but Clary knew better. Not gonna happen, dick. I won't be here. She fake-laughed with him as he rinsed them both off and they exited the tub.
Clary tied her running shoes and walked to the back of her closet zipping her secret phone into her crossbody gym bag, along with protein bars, and a towel. She slid her large metal water bottle into the open side pocket and put the strap across her chest. Clary pulled her hair into a high ponytail and let her curls go wild behind her. Stepping out into the long hallway, she closed her door and started walking, careful to be quiet. Not seeing anyone around, she quickly jogged down the main staircase to the great hall, where she hurried to a dark hallway that she assumed led to the lower levels. Clary kept walking, passing a few doors along the way that were locked and found a staircase, leading to the basement area. Going down, she came to another hall where she saw a dim light through a crack in a partially opened door. She heard a monitor beeping rhythmically, like in a hospital. Frowning, Clary slowly pushed the door open and gasped.
Lying unconscious on a hospital bed, hooked up to IV's and monitors was her Aunt Amatis. Her face was terribly bruised, her right eye swollen shut, and she had bandages on her head. Her right arm was in a cast and she was strapped to the bed. Clary looked around. The room was fully stocked with medical supplies. She must have wandered into the medical wing. Jonathan had mentioned they had a full clinical team on the grounds. What was Amatis doing here? Valentine said she was in Alicante– "Leave the manor…Don't trust anyone…I'm a friend of Amatis…" Clary took off her hoodie, tied it around her waist, and sank down in the chair beside Amatis' bed. She took her aunt's hand, swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, and whispered to her. "Amatis? Wake up… can you hear me?" Amatis didn't move. "I'm going to get you out of here. I promise." She quickly unfastened the straps tethering her to the bed and hid them beneath her blankets. What had they done to her? She looks terrible. I have to help her, she's my only family.
She practically heard her father whispering inside her head. Evidence, Clary. Keep your head. She quickly pulled her phone out, set it to silent, and took several pictures of Amatis, then texted them to Will. She then messaged Jace. "Amatis looks like she was beaten badly by more than one person. She's unconscious. I'm looking for places to hide. He said he wants me today and I'm scared. He hurt me last night. How could he do these things? I trusted him. I'm so sorry for everything. I shouldn't have doubted you." Clary rubbed Amatis' hand, trying not to cry, and pulled the blankets higher on her, in case she was cold. Jace texted back. "Stop it. You're so brave. Luke would be so proud of you. Hide as long as you can. We are leaving today, as soon as possible. We'll be at Taki's before you know it. I love you, baby." Clary's eyes filled with tears and she wiped them away. Her eyes flew open wide and she quickly zipped her phone into her bag, when she heard footsteps in the hallway. Fuck, Fuck. Be cool. Lie your ass off.
She reached forward and squeezed Amatis' hand for strength as a deep chuckle startled her. Clary slowly turned around to see Axel leaning in the doorway. He wore the same too-tight black t-shirt, cargo pants and combat boots the rest of the security team wore. He lightly fingered the handcuffs hanging from his belt. His eyes flicked between Clary and Amatis. "Well hello there, Miss Fairchild. Why are you all alone down here? Didn't you know visiting hours are over?" She glared at him and stood up, placing her hands on her hips. He pursed his lips and looked her up and down, pausing on her abdomen and chest. He hummed appreciatively. Clary crossed her arms. Creep. "Aren't you hilarious, Axel. How long did it take you to think that one up? I was bored, so I went for a walk around the manor and got lost. What the fuck happened to my Aunt? Was she in a car accident or something? How long has she been here?"
Axel shrugged aloofly. "I'm not sure. She hasn't been here long, though. Maybe you should ask the boss. Come now. Ms. Graymark needs her rest. You're not supposed to be down here, you know that though, don't you." He grinned at her and licked his lips. Ew. Clary rolled her eyes at his blinding white teeth. "Fine, but I want to talk to Valentine about Amatis. Now." Axel stepped into the room and smirked down at her. "Both bosses left early this morning in the helicopter. The blizzard is over and they had to deal with a few… issues in Alicante. They'll be back this afternoon, though. Jonathan wanted me to keep an eye on you for him. I'm to escort you to the gym, then back to your room… for your protection. Your meals can be brought to your room, etc." He opened the door and gestured for her to leave first. Clary sighed and leaned down to kiss Amatis' forehead. She looked at Axel warily and walked through the door, into the hallway.
She started walking quickly back down the hallway, towards the great hall. He gave her the absolute creeps and she didn't want to be alone with him. "Protection? From what? Morgenstern ghosts? I certainly don't need an escort anywhere. Especially you… I go where I want. Bye…" She was suddenly jerked back by the hoodie tied around her waist, before she could run up the stairs. "I wasn't done, Miss Fairchild. Where did you get the phone that you zipped in your bag?" Oh shit. Axel hummed in his throat and pulled again, harder, pulling her back against him, as the hoodie came untied and fell to the ground. Clary jerked forward away from him and tried to go up the stairs.
He quickly slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her up off the floor in front of him and turned around, walking back down the dark hall. "Come on, Clary. I know you aren't supposed to have that. Let's figure this out." Clary kicked her legs and thrashed, but couldn't hit anything. "Put me down. Don't fucking touch me, Axel!" He pushed a door open with his foot and walked into the room, kicking it closed behind them. He lowered her to the floor and she rushed away from him across the room. He chuckled and closed the door. "Why are you so nervous, Clary? I only want to talk for a bit." Clary quickly looked around. There was a large couch, several empty bookshelves, and cardboard boxes piled high against the wall behind her. There was only one door and he was standing in front of it. He started walking towards her, running his eyes up and down her body. Oh, hell no. Clary started backing away until she hit the boxes. "Stay back, Axel. You can talk to me from there. I don't think my boyfriend, Jonathan, will appreciate any of this…" What the fuck does he think he's doing?
He continued walking. "That's cute, Clary. I don't think Jonathan or Mr. Morgenstern would appreciate you taking pictures of Amatis and texting them to someone." Clary frowned and pulled her bag against her. He laughed and shook his head. "Yep. I saw you… we have cameras all over the mansion, Clary. I've been watching you all morning, ever since you left your room. You look really hot by the way. Now. Who were you texting?" He closed the space between them, towering over her. Clary tried to duck away from him, but he grabbed her wrists in one hand and slammed them against the wall of boxes, above her head. Clary gasped and tried to pull free. "Stop it, Axel. I'm getting really tired of being fucking manhandled. Let go of me." Clary struggled as he shook his head and kissed her nose, pressed his hardness against her, and groaned. Fuck. Gross. He ran his thumb across her mouth and dragged it down the front of her sports bra, gripping the front. He stretched it down, revealing more of her cleavage. He leaned forward and smelled her neck. "There's something that I've been wondering about, little one. Tell me, do you have freckles everywhere? I think it's time I found out. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." He let go of her wrists and put both palms on her breasts and squeezed hard. Clary yelped and suddenly dropped to her knees, slipping from his grasp. She slammed her palm flat against his abdomen and punched straight up into his crotch. Axel coughed and grunted in pain and dropped to his knees as Clary rolled away from him on the floor. She scrambled up and ran to the door, flinging it open and running out. She raced towards the staircase, as Axel caught up with her and kicked her leg, tripping her.
She yelped and fell forward, landing on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder to see Axel, panting, with a furious look on his face. "I guess we'll do it the hard way, Clary. I've been waiting to do this for a long time. I called dibs in Amsterdam, you know." Axel lunged towards her as she flipped over on her back, crab walking backwards to the stairs. He got down on his knees, grabbed both of her ankles, and dragged her towards him. Clary screamed as he straddled her and snatched her gym bag, unzipping it. He grabbed her wrists in one hand, holding them down against her chest. "Get the fuck off of me, Axel! Jonathan is going to kill you for touching me. Stop!" He pulled out her phone with his other hand, dropped the bag next to her head, and read her texts. He glared down at her. "So, your detective is coming to rescue you, huh? Good luck with that…" Clary started bucking her hips and kicking her legs. Axel tightened his thighs around her legs. "I'll tell you what. Let's make a deal, Clary. You play nice with me for a while and I won't tell the Morgenstern's about your phone." Fuck that.
Clary frowned up at him, then nodded. Chuckling, he released her hands and started fervently groping her chest, pushing her sports bra up, exposing her breasts. "I knew it… beautiful tiny freckles. You are a natural redhead…" Smirking down at her he pinched her nipples. Clary grunted at his rough treatment. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Little Cherry. You'll scream just for me…" Fucking pig. She looked to her right and left, spotting her bag by her head. Clary relaxed and lifted her arms over her head, wiggling her hips. He sat up straighter on top of her and pulled his shirt over his head. Clary looked his muscled chest over, hummed and smiled flirtatiously up at him. Gag. He raised his eyebrows and licked his lips, reaching for his belt buckle. Nope. She stretched her arms out flat on the floor, looping her fingers through the cap of her metal water bottle and swung it hard across his head. He grunted and fell over on the floor, groaning, holding the side of his head. "Bitch!" Clary quickly grabbed her phone and scrambled up the stairs, looking behind her she saw Axel slowly stand up and start to follow her up the stairs. He looked murderous. Shit! Run.
Clary sped up, shoving her phone in her bra, and running wildly into the great hall, right into the arms of Emil Pangborn, who had just entered from outside. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and wrapped his arms around her. "Miss Fairchild? Where are you running to? Are you hurt? What's wrong?" Clary struggled out of his arms and ran to the closet, grabbing a large winter coat, gloves, and fake crying. She pulled everything on. "Help me Emil. Axel's gone crazy. He attacked me…tried to force himself on me. He's chasing me!" Emil looked around alarmed, pulling out his sidearm. "Miss Fairchild, please stay here. Get behind me–" Clary bolted for the front door and ran outside. Other than the grounds close to the manor, everything was blanketed in deep snow for miles. Crap. I can't run through that. She followed the recently plowed pavement to the right and headed towards a row of stables. She heard a helicopter approaching the manor and ran faster. Shit. Where do I go?
She ran inside the dark stables, and saw the stalls were empty. Clary found an empty room at the very end of the stalls, and closed the door behind her. She pulled the curtains, sat down on a small couch in the corner and looked at her phone. There was a text from Jace, forty minutes ago. "hide" She quickly texted Jace back. "I'm in the stables. Corner room. Axel attacked me, but l escaped. I'm safe. Hiding." He texted her back immediately. "Attacked? Stay put. I'm coming now in a helicopter. Don't come out, might not be safe. I'll come in for you. No more texting." The helicopter she heard must have been Jace and Will. Clary's heart raced and she blinked away tears. Almost free.