Chapter 39: All Clary…CLACE smidge. 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: " The helicopter she heard must have been Jace and Will. Clary's heart raced and she blinked away tears. Almost free."
She put her phone in her sports bra, zipped the coat all the way up and pulled on the hood. Clary clasped her legs against her chest for warmth. Her head shot up when she heard a door open at the other end of the stables. Jace. She walked quietly to the window and peeked through the split in the curtain. It was very dark in the stables but she could see a tall man in a large winter coat walking slowly with purpose towards her. Jace. Clary began to tremble with excitement. Stay put. I'll come in for you. His hood was up and she couldn't see his face in the dark. He moved with athletic grace, just like Jace. He was just outside the door when she heard him whisper. "Clary, baby? It's safe. You can come out." Clary laughed, threw open the door, ran out and was immediately scooped up tightly into warm strong arms. "Jace!" She looked up and pushed his hood back and screamed. Clary began to thrash wildly, trying to run away. Not Jace. Not Jace. Jonathan.
Jonathan glowered down at her, his black eyes glittering with rage, shaking his head. He had a large bruise along the left side of his face. He grabbed the front of her coat and shook her violently, lifting her off the floor, walking into the little room, he kicked the door closed behind them. Clary whimpered and struggled, beating at his arms with her fists, but couldn't get away. "Let go, Jonathan. Let go… where's Jace? What the fuck did you do, Jonathan? Where is he? Jace! Jace! J–" She screamed his name over and over until Jonathan shoved her down on the couch, climbed on top of her, and slapped his hand over her mouth. Clary yelped in pain, under his hand and tasted blood, as her lips smashed against her teeth. He stared down at her with raised eyebrows, his furious black eyes locked with hers and put his finger to his mouth. "Hush now, Clarissa. Your ex boyfriend is with Father. He is safe, for now. Whether or not he stays that way, is entirely up to you, I suppose. Do you understand?" Clary stopped struggling and screaming, nodding, as tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. Oh my god. He has Jace. He took his hand off of her mouth and Clary sniffled. He smiled tightly at her and looked down, unzipping her coat. Clary's eyes widened. He frowned at her reaction, took an impatient breath, and reached his hand down into her bra. Clary began to struggle and whimpered when he pulled her phone out. He feigned a shocked expression as he waved it dramatically in front of her face. How did he know I have my phone? Fuck. He sat up and pulled her up with him and reached into his pocket and pulled out Jace's phone, waving it as well. How did he get that? Did he hurt Jace? Oh my god.
Clary wiped the tears from her eyes. "It was you I was texting earlier, then?" Jonathan looked at her, smiling indulgently, as if to a child. "Yes, love." He stood up and pulled her coat from her. Clary trembled and crossed her arms across her chest, watching him warily. Jonathan reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small black case. "Now, Clarissa. It's time to go home. But first, I need to give you a little something for your… nerves." Clary gasped and tried to stand up and flee. Jonathan quickly lashed out and wrapped his hand around her throat, gently squeezing. Clary wrapped her hands around his, trying to pull it off. Think of Jace.
He shook his head at her, his face impassive. "Clarissa. This is going to happen one way or another. I'd rather it be with fewer bumps and bruises. I'm sure you agree, love." He squeezed tighter. Clary closed her eyes, put her hands down and nodded. He released his hand on her throat and sat next to her. Clary took a deep breath and rubbed her throat, watching his hands. He opened the case and pulled out a prefilled syringe. Not again. He looked at her with a small cold smile. "Come here Clarissa. Get on my lap… the way I like it… now." Clary stood up, shaking, and straddled his lap, on her knees. She felt his arousal stir against her as he pulled her against him. He looked down at her chest and smiled as she began to blush. "At least you followed one instruction of mine today. I do love you in purple."
He ran his left hand softly down her back and peeled down her leggings, exposing her backside in her purple thong. He hummed and stroked and squeezed her bare ass, as Clary gasped indignantly. "Stop it, Jonathan!" He brought the hand back up and grasped her ponytail tightly, violently tilting her head to one side, as Clary cried out. He shook her head, and nipped her ear, murmuring menacingly. "Now be a good girl, Clarissa and take your medicine." He plunged the needle into her right buttocks as Clary cried out in shock. It hurt more than she thought it would. "What the hell was that, Jonathan? That hurt." Get him talking. You have to get Jace out of here somehow. Jonathan chuckled, slapped her bare ass, then pulled up her leggings. "It's something I like to call Faerie Nectar, love. I gave you the intramuscular injection variety, which works much quicker than the oral liquid. You'll be out of your fucking mind in twenty minutes… and probably riding my cock. Perhaps we can record it for your detective." He smiled smugly up at her as he pulled her hair tie out, watching her curls fall heavily around her shoulders.
Clary felt a white-hot fury explode inside of her. She jumped off of his lap as he laughed and rubbed his erection. "You are fucking disgusting! I can't believe I fell for you– I hate you!" She screamed in rage and slapped him across the face, her nails raking his cheek, then slapped him again and ran to the door. Throwing it open, she ran through the stables and back to the doors of the mansion. Clary looked over her shoulder to see Jonathan stalking after her.Don't ever hit me again, Clarissa. If you do, I will have to punish you... He looks furious. Well, fuck him and his punishments. She ran into the great hall and saw exactly who she had hoped to see. Jace Herondale. Axel, who surprisingly still wasn't wearing a shirt, and Emil both held his arms, and had him on his knees, while Valentine stood looking down at him thoughtfully. There were four other security guards that she didn't recognize, surrounding him.
Clary screamed and ran towards him. Jace looked up in surprise, looking her up and down, and shaking his head in shock. He had a black eye and scrapes on the side of his face. "Jace– oh my god, baby. Jace…" She dove onto her knees in front of him and wrapped her arms around his neck, peppering his lips with hurried kisses. "I'm so glad you're okay… Baby, I'm going to get you out of here…" She heard the men laugh around them. Jace returned her kisses and whispered quickly in her ear. "Clary, listen. Do as they say for now. They didn't get Will. Help is coming." He kissed her hard on the mouth. "I love you, Clary Fray." She kissed him back and sobbed. "I love you Jace. I love you. I–" Clary screeched in anger as a strong arm wrapped around her waist, ripping her away from Jace.
Clary whipped her head back to see Axel leaning over her from behind, grinning. "Get your fucking hands off of me, Mortmain. Once is enough today. No means fucking no, you goddamn pervert!" Clary quickly jerked her elbow into his face and heard a satisfying crunch when she connected with his nose. He dropped her, clapping his hand against his face, blood running between his fingers. Another guard took his place by Jace, subduing him. Clary looked over at Jace as a wave of dizziness hit her. "He drugged me, Jace. Jonathan did…" She wiped her hand over her face as tears filled her eyes. "It's starting to hit me…" Jace growled and struggled to reach for her, but was pushed down again. The men chuckled around them. Pigs. Valentine whispered into the ear of a nearby guard and gestured towards Axel. The guard looked at Valentine, then pulled out a taser and zapped Axel, where he stood. Axel fell down on his side, unconscious. He and another guard then dragged him away, through the basement doors. He watched them go, then looked down at Clary.
Valentine squatted down next to her on the floor, smiling warmly at her. "I'm sorry about Axel, my dear. He will be dealt with, I swear it. Come now, Clarissa. Let's get up. I'd like us all to take a deep breath and relax. Come on. Up, up, up, darling." He held a hand out to her, ever the gentleman. Clary shot a look at Jace, who nodded quickly. Do as they say for now… Be smart, Fray. Play along. Clary wiped her eyes and took Valentine's hand, standing up on wobbly legs. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her up. She laid her hand across his chest and looked up at him, pleadingly. "Please Valentine. Please let him go… don't hurt him. He's… I'd never recover from it. I'm begging you." Valentine looked back at her, the picture of sympathy. "Now Clarissa. I certainly do not want to cause you pain or hurt the young detective. All of that, of course, will depend entirely on you, little one." He cupped her face in his hand, stroking his thumb over her cheek.
He slowly ran his eyes over her face looking from her eyes, to her freckled cheeks, her lips… before clearing his throat. "It's time you joined our family, Clarissa. As a Morgenstern, like your mother, my beloved Jocelyn. You and Jonathan shall be married soon and you will take your proper place, here, with us… of course, if you refuse… Well, Detective Herondale will not fare well, I assure you." He is absolutely fucking crazy… like his son. They'll kill Jace if I don't comply. What is this mustache twisting, damsel in distress shit? Utterly medieval. Clary's ears began to ring and she could hear Jace yelling something behind her as Valentine turned her around. Fucking Faerie Nectar. She trembled and broke out in a cold sweat when she saw Jonathan across the great hall. Oh no.
He stood by the doors, slowly removing his heavy coat, his cold gaze locked on her. His left cheek was still bruised, with three brand new red scratches across his face, where Clary had slapped him. He flicked his eyes to Jace and smiled at him smugly, before walking towards Clary. "Well, Father. I had hoped to surprise my beautiful girlfriend with a candlelight dinner, Tiramisu dessert, and a ring in her champagne… but I guess the cat's out of the bag." Clary trembled and backed up into Valentine's chest, he gripped her shoulders, holding her against him, as another wave of dizziness overtook her. "Hello, love. You certainly have been naughty… Father, no need for negotiations. Let me kill him now and be done with it." Jonathan glared at Jace who returned the look.
Clary shook her head and screamed, stumbling forward into Jonathan's arms. "No! I'll do it. Please… I'll do it. I'll marry you and become your fucking Morgenstern Idrian queen, whatever the fuck you want!" She looked back and forth between Valentine and Jonathan, trembling. "On three conditions. One. You do not harm my Aunt Amatis. Two. You release Jace, unharmed. Three. No more fucking drugs. Do not fucking dose me with your sick, perverted rape drugs anymore. Got it?" She frowned at Jonathan, swaying on her feet. " Let Amatis recover– let her live and let Jace go - today. Amatis hasn't legally testified and won't, okay? I'll make sure of that… I– I want to get to know her, my legacy. She's the only family I have left. After the fire. Right, Jonathan?" She looked up at him pointedly. His face became blurry, then clear as the drug affected her more and more. For Jace. She looked longingly over at Jace, who shook his head vehemently at her. Her voice broke. "But if you hurt Jace– if you kill him, I will fight you for the rest of my life. Both of you. I will never give in. Ever. I fucking mean it. But if you release him, unharmed, I– I will submit to you, Jonathan. I will– be yours. I promise." Jonathan looked down at her, with a strange look on his face and hummed.
Valentine chuckled, a calculating look on his face. "You are so much like your mother, dear Clarissa… in all the best ways. Maybe even stronger…" He took a step towards her and Jonathan pulled her tighter against him, glaring at his father. "We have a deal, Clarissa. Do you agree, son?" Jonathan leaned his head down to Clary's head and kissed it, smelling her hair. "Yes, Father. Clarissa. I agree." Valentine took a deep breath and exhaled, clapping his hands together once. "Well then. Emil, take two men, give Detective Herondale back his belongings, within reason, and fly him back to Alicante. As agreed, no harm is to come to him. Leave him at the airport." He turned to Jace. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Detective. I admire your bravery and tenacity." Jace glared at Valentine, then turned his head to Jonathan. "This isn't over, Morgenstern." Jonathan tugged on Clary, pulling her towards the stairs, to take her back to her room.
Jace began to yell and struggle wildly, as Clary began to sob, her knees giving way. Jonathan tried to scoop her up into his arms, but she slapped wildly at him and broke away, running back to Jace. She threw her arms around his neck, whispering into his ear. "I will love you forever. Never forget that." Jace turned his face and kissed her mouth, whispering back to her. "This is not over. I will never give up on you. I don't care how long it takes. I will bring you home. Be strong." Clary smiled sadly and blinked her eyes, feeling a hot flash come over her body. "Jace, tell Simon and Izzy– everyone, that I love them and that I'm sorry–" Jace looked back at her and said something else and started thrashing against the guards, but Clary couldn't hear him over the ringing in her ears. She felt herself being jerked back away from Jace and lifted into someone's arms. Jonathan.
He turned and carried her up the stairs. He looked down at her sweetly, mouthing something at her that Clary couldn't quite hear. She stared at the scratches across his face, ending at his black eyes and stiffened. The claw mask– black eyes, black hair, black beard, pinning her to a table in darkness… biting her, crushing her… "Tonight, you can call me Sebastian, my Clarissa" Clary reached her hand up and touched the scratches and started giggling and sobbing. "No– Sebastian… I see it. You're Sebastian." Jonathan looked down at her, pleasantly surprised. "Well, well, Clarissa. You finally remember. No love, right now I'm Jonathan. You will meet Sebastian again soon, though. I promise."