Author's Note: This chapter contains torture, captivity, nonconsensual sexual touching, mentions of rape, mentions of drugging, mentions of incest, and Sebastian.

Chapter Twelve

"You awake?"

There was a rapping on the door and a soft voice from the other side.

Jace cracked the entrance and peered into Clary's room. Clary, who had just gotten out of the shower, was wrapped only in her towel, her dripping hair slung over one shoulder. With any other girl, Jace might have taken the unexpected encounter to his advantage, but this was Clary, and so he backed up bashfully.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—" He stuttered, dropping his eyes to the floor. But Clary only laughed and shifted on her feet. "Are you…blushing?"

"I thought—"

"It's fine, Jace, just let me change real quick." She smiled and took a step towards the bathroom door, but Jace reached out and gently touched her shoulder. "Wait," he said, his voice seeming distant.

Clary turned to face him, her expression soft and relaxed. "What's wrong?" she asked, feeling the sudden need to keep her voice low, and they both leaned in.

Jace let his hand slip around her back and pulled Clary forward, tipping his head down over hers. Golden hair fell into his eyes and mingled with her damp, tangled curls. When their lips met, it was subtle at first, only a gentle press of skin. But then Clary reached up and wrapped her arms around Jace's neck, pushing forward and letting him know it was okay.

So, Jace gave in, turning and pinning her to the wall, hands scooping under her thighs and lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist as he deepened the kiss. Their mouths clashed and tongues pushed against each other. Clary moaned when Jace sucked in her bottom lip, and he seemed to shudder at her pleasure, hips twitching forward.

Spinning them around, he lowered Clary onto the bed. Her towel, still the only thing clothing her, had come up to her waist. Jace smiled nervously and leaned over her, running a hand up her leg. "Is this okay?"

Clary nodded, closing her eyes so that she could focus on the ways this felt, so she could burn every touch of his skin to hers into her mind. Jace continued to hike the towel upward, dragging a calloused hand over smooth skin until it came to rest just under her breasts. She felt suddenly nervous, and Jace must have seen it in her eyes because he leaned down to kiss her, sweet and slow.

"I love you," he said reassuringly—not an attempt to persuade or pressure, just a simple statement of fact—and started pulling the towel back over her, until she grabbed his hand to stop him. The nervousness faded rapidly as she remembered this was Jace above her, the person she trusted and loved more than anyone else in the world, and she slipped the towel off entirely, allowing him to see her completely bare.

What came next was a blur of passion and pleasure. Jace kissed and massaged every inch of her, moving from collarbones to breasts, to stomach, then lower. Before he could continue, she pulled his t-shirt over his head and stripped him of his pants so he was left in his boxers. Jace groaned when she fell back to the bed again and asked that he go down on her.

He shimmied down the bed so he was at her hips, kissing the skin there as if it were some newly discovered delicacy, before moving slowly moving his tongue to her crotch. She exhaled a shaky breath, and somehow, in the haze of desire, her hands found his hair. She let the gold strands slide through her fingers, like the finest silk in the world, before tugging on them with each coil of heat in her stomach.

When Jace pressed in a finger and she winced, he distracted her by moving his mouth back up to nip and tease her breasts. After adjusting to the first, he added a second, scissoring her opening slowly and curling his fingers into just the right spot. He kept another finger on her clit, pushing it back and forth in a steady rhythm, until her hips were bucking up in pleasure and her back arching.

Through her moaning she pleaded for more, and Jace added a third finger, stretching her gently. He continued his ministrations on her breasts with one hand, alternating his attention between the right and left, pleasuring them in a way that sent shivers down her spine, just the right balance of rough and gentle. When he added his tongue back to the mix below, she felt a sudden building of pressure and then her insides were tightening around his fingers as she orgasmed. She called out as she came, her body letting go of all of its tension, wave after wave of heat crashing through her, toes curling, back and hips arching all the way off the bed, before collapsing back onto the sweat-dampened sheets.

Jace, panting nearly as heavy as she was, began gently kissing his way up her now overly sensitive body, using his elbows to keep his weight off of her. After a few moments of rest, and once her mind was finally working again, Clary turned to look at Jace, who had settled beside her, his thumb rubbing soothing, little circles into her thigh as she recovered.

"Your turn," she said with a smile, and pressed a hand into his shoulder to push him down flat on the bed. He grinned as she crawled over him and straddled his knees, his cheeks still holding a bright red blush, and she kissed him heatedly as she began to peel down his boxers, the tight fabric holding captive a sizable bulge. She broke away from the kiss as his length sprang free, and she moaned quietly at the size.

She then lowered her head and took him into her mouth. His hips twitched immediately, his fingers curling into the sheets to resist the urge to buck up into the heat, and he panted and groaned as she swallowed him down, swirling her tongue around the shaft. Bringing her hand to the base of his member, she palmed and twisted at what length she couldn't fit in her mouth, while bobbing her head up and down on the rest.

Jace shuddered and closed his eyes, his thighs shaking as she pressed her tongue along the underside of his member and increased her speed, until he couldn't stand it anymore and began gently thrusting up to meet her mouth. When his length hit the back of her throat, she relaxed herself and let it slide easily in and out, and as he started to orgasm he curled upward, his mouth dropping open. She let off at the last moment, and his cum spread over her mouth and down onto his hips.

As Jace lay shaking on the bed, trying to catch his breath, she licked him clean. When she finished, he wiped her lips clean in return, and they both fell onto the mattress in a tangle of exhausted limbs.

"I love you, too, Jace," she said as she crawled into his open arms, and she felt him smile as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Having a nice dream?"

Clary snapped awake at her brother's voice, and felt a cold hand slide down her thigh. The events of the very vivid, very erotic dream she'd just had clouded her mind, and she felt hot and uncomfortable and exposed. She never had dreams like that. Fantasies, sure, but nothing to that extent. She hadn't even been seen naked by someone else, and she certainly hadn't done…that.

She shook her head a bit to clear her thoughts before opening her eyes and taking in her surroundings. It was too dark to see much, but she could make out a dresser across the room and a small accent chair in the corner. The wall paper was a deep red, and there were two full windows adjacent to the bed she was lying in. Heavy curtains guarded the edges of the window frame, pulled open to allow the eerie light of dusk into the room. The only other light was from a set of tall candles, burned halfway down and dripping wax into the ornate bases of their candelabra on an end table by the bed.

Only after taking in the room did she remember everything that happened before she passed out the night prior. Or, had it been longer?

She remembered escaping—no, almost escaping Sebastian's hideout. She remembered Alec, Izzy, Simon, and Magnus, all there to rescue her and Jace. She remembered fighting alongside Jace and the others, the winged demon's claws ripping into her shoulders and bringing her to Sebastian like a dog fetching a ball for its master. And then she recalled Jace's face as Sebastian dragged her through the portal: shame, fear, sorrow. Eyes of complete and utter loss. Total defeat, and mourning.

But...she wasn't dead. She could still get back to him; it wasn't too late, right? And at least he was safe. He and the others must have gotten out.

She must have been more disoriented than she thought, because she hadn't really noticed Sebastian sitting at the edge of the bed, thumb rubbing little circles into her thigh, until his voice cut through her thoughts, and she jumped in surprise. "You slept all day. It's a wonder you're even awake now," he said, and she suddenly registered how cold she was, noting how the covers were pulled back and the skirt of her dress pushed up just a bit too high, and she scrambled to sit upright and push the fabric back down, brushing Sebastian's hand off of her as she did.

A wave of dizziness and nausea hit her as she struggled into an upright position, and she realized in a crushing instant that she had been drugged. When…?

"I apologize. I thought about waking you, but…I wanted to keep hearing your pretty moans. I imagine if you were conscious it would take a bit more convincing to earn sounds like those—"

"What?" she snapped, recoiling, a headache beginning to develop as her confusion mounted.

"Oh, come on, don't try to pretend like I don't know. Jace was fucking you, wasn't he? In your dream?"

"N-no…" Clary stammered, embarrassed and enraged, and so very confused. What was going on? "What happened last night?"

Sebastian smiled politely, and pulled one knee up onto the bed as he turned to face her fully. "Well, it wasn't last night, as you say, but…you don't remember?"

"I—" she began, but stopped short, frowning and closing her eyes as the rest of her memories returned in shaky pieces.

…In that I would never really hurt little Clarissa—I do want her by my side. Clary shuddered at the recollection of Sebastian's words. However, whether she is turned or not, I don't particularly care.

No! Ple—

Her eyes flew open as she recalled Jace crying out, voice so full of despair and loathing. Sebastian must have been able to see the realization on her face, because he chuckled quietly as she tried to string the last of her thoughts together.

"Oh my god," Clary exclaimed, and though she didn't feel any different, she still looked down at herself, as if she might be able to visibly see the change. "Am I…did you make me drink from the cup?" She asked softly, already bracing for his answer.

But he only laughed again. "Ah. I thought you knew. You must have been more out of it than I thought," he said, and reached a hand out to turn her forearm up, revealing a black, and not red, unfinished rune. "Now, if you would like to drink from the cup, it's in the next room—"

Clary slapped his hand off of her again, and shook her head. "What happened?" she demanded for a second time. Sebastian sighed and dropped his head, as if somehow disappointed by her confusion.

The sun was fully set, and the room was even darker now than when she had awoken. Sebastian looked terrifying illuminated by the stars, the moon backlighting him and turning the edges of his hair more silver, his body silhouetted by the night sky and his face covered with twisting shadows and dim, yellow light as the candles flickered beside them.

"I cast a simple spell. A glamor. A hologram over our true selves, one that showed your little friends a show. They saw me pouring the contents of the Infernal Cup down your throat, while in reality, it was just a paper cup containing something to peacefully put you to sleep. We stepped through the portal before they even knew we were gone," he blurted rather quickly, as if bored by the retelling. Clary frowned and gripped the edges of the covers, wanting to pull them over her but feeling frozen in place.

"What about Alec's arrow?"

Sebastian sighed, and began unbuttoning the top of his shirt. "Unfortunately, that did get through the portal in time to hit me." Pulling the collar of the grey button down to the side, he revealed his right shoulder, which was sporting a freshly healed wound. "But an arrow is nothing. I've had worse," he reassured. She refrained from stating she wished it had struck his heart, and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the light throbbing in her temples and the uncomfortable hot-cold flashes she seemed to be experiencing.

But before she could stand up, she was being roughly shoved back onto the bed, Sebastian climbing over her to straddle her legs. Grabbing her arms, he pinned her hands above her head and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "The real Jace never had the guts to act, but still…I must thank the Jace in your dreams for warming you up…." He trailed off, bringing his mouth to her neck and sucking on the skin there. Keeping her arms pinned with one hand, he slid the other slowly down her shoulder, then over her side and stomach, before cold fingers reached her hips and hiked up the dress. She squirmed as his fingers continued further, until they were slipping into her underwear.

"You're still wet," he breathed, and the tone would have been provocative if it was from anyone but her brother, anyone but Sebastian, who's breath on her skin was mortifying. Struggling, Clary tried to sit up, to push against his hands, but Sebastian only leaned back and sat all his weight on her waist, pressing her further into the mattress.

When he at last released her wrists to stretch his arms up and behind his shoulders, pulling his shirt over his head, she tried again to push him off, shoving at his thighs and pushing her feet into the bed to try and buck him to the side. But despite his lean figure, it was as if he weighed 500 pounds, and his body didn't budge above hers. He tossed his shirt carelessly to the floor.

"Sebastian, please," she whimpered, still kicking and twisting in a futile attempt to escape. Even if she could get him off of her, where would she go? How far could she get before he simply pushed her to the ground? In the small chance she could get out of the room, Sebastian could just snap his fingers and summon as many Endarkened and demons as he wished to return her. She felt herself start to spiral into panic, her breathing becoming rapid and ragged in fear, and she felt her eyes water as she watched him unbuckle his belt and begin to wriggle out of his pants.

"Clarissa," he said, drawing her name out with a laugh, "don't worry. I'm going to give it to you, there's no need to beg." He smiled, his teeth bright and wolfish, and it was then that Clary truly understood just how far Sebastian was really going to go.

All of the advances, all of the lewd comments and caresses, all of the cruelties, she'd known they revealed his wishes, his sick desires and urges, but she hadn't wanted to see—hadn't really wanted to accept—that he had the intention, the will, to do such horrible things, and it hit her like a spray of shotgun pellets to the chest.

She felt suddenly like a child, frightened and alone at night, like if she could just close her eyes tight enough, or hide far enough under the covers, that this nightmare, this monster, would disappear, and her mother would come rushing in to soothe her back to sleep. But there was no amount of hiding under the covers that would make this monster go away, her mother wasn't coming to wake her from this sleep terror, and closing her eyes didn't change the fact that she could now feel her brother's stiff erection pressing into her, large and straining through his boxers.

"Don't do this," she pleaded, her hands trembling against his knees, no longer trying to push them off. But Sebastian ignored her and finished removing his belt, the sound of it snapping free from each belt loop reminding her of the whip and making her wince back into the sheets. He scooped up both of her arms and pressed them wrist to wrist, before securing her hands together with the leather.

"Jace is going to come," she said, hardening her voice as much as she could. "They're all going to come, and they're going to kill you if I don't first." She took a shaky breath before locking eyes with the demon above her, trying to keep her lip from wobbling as she threatened his life, but he only leaned down to gently brush the hair from her face.

"Oh, Clarissa," he said sadly as he smoothed flyaways and tucked loose curls behind her ears, "they think you're gone. They saw you drink from the cup, and…well, to them, as an Endarkened, you may as well be dead."

His words seemed to echo around the room, and the tough facade she had managed just a moment earlier cracked. It was true. The Endarkened were just Sebastian's minions, stripped of their angelic blood and powers, demonic in alignment, dead to the Clave. She was dead to her friends.

"They won't be coming to save you. No one will take you from me again," he hissed, a sudden anger cutting through his voice as he imagined anyone daring to steal her away. She tried to look away, to hide her face in the pillow, but a hand was suddenly gripping her jaw and forcing her to look up into those endlessly pitch-black eyes.

"I have waited too damn long to claim you," he growled, and in one swift movement, he grabbed at the low, lacy neckline of the dress and ripped the fragile material down the middle. She closed her eyes and cried out at the awful sound of ripping fabric, and then Clary was left in only her underwear.

"And tonight you're all mine."