As Clary gradually regained consciousness, she found herself seated on the cold, unforgiving floor, her hands chained to the ground with chains that were inscribed with runes she knew would be unbreakable. The room was dimly lit, cast in an eerie glow that made the place feel sinister. The walls were made entirely of concrete, with the only other objects in the room being a metallic door and a fluffy green bed that seemed out of place.
The handcuffs, that bound her, were made to measure; they fitted her wrists with precision. While they didn't inflict any physical pain, she knew any attempts to break free would only result in wounds and blisters. The silence was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps descending a flight of stairs, followed by a series of resounding clicks that echoed throughout the room. The door creaked open, revealing the figure she had been dreading to see.
Despite knowing who it was, a wave of terror washed over her as she caught sight of his face and the malevolent grin that had been haunting her nightmares. "Did you miss me?" His smile, which was a mix of mockery and genuine joy, made her feel uneasy as if he were genuinely excited to see her.
"Why am I here, Sebastian?" She spat out each word, hoping they'd hurt him. "Now is that any way to talk to your big brother?" He laughed, walking closer until he could tuck a bunch of hair behind her ear. The second he was close enough, she rammed the top of her head into his nose. He groaned slightly, stepping back a little. After a moment of recovery, he burst out laughing.
"Oh, sweet Clarissa, how your flame is unmatched by any other than mine. As you are my blood, you will be mine." His nose began to bleed, staining his white smile with a dark, blackish-red. He grabbed her chin firmly and kissed her all over her face before planting a hard kiss on her lips. The blood tasted bitter.
After chuckling a little bit, Sebastian turned around and walked out of the door. I heard a turning click, indicating that the door was locked again. I thought it would be over but, to my surprise, he came back carrying a bucket of steaming water, a rag, and a towel. At first, I was unsure what he was doing until he walked over to me and, with swift movements, ripped my clothes to shreds on the floor. The sound of my protest filled the room as I instinctively lifted my arms to cover myself. However, my attempt to preserve my modesty was futile as Sebastian reached for a chain that was hanging from the opposite wall. With a quick pull, the metal clanged, and I felt my arms being lifted up and over my head. Consequently, I was suspended in the air, standing on my tiptoes, completely vulnerable and helpless.
She squeezed her eyes tight and pulled her head down as if she could hide. Every muscle in her body tensed. "Sweet Angel, you're a mess" She refused to open her eyes or respond. He laughed. And without me noticing, he moved closer, the bucket of hot water he was holding sloshed in until it spilled over him. She gasped, keeping her eyes closed.
she heard the sound of a bucket being placed on the floor and the sponge being wrung out. Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine as she opened her eyes to see him standing there with a mischievous smile on his face. "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to hide the fear in her voice. "Oh, my beautiful girl, you're a mess. You need to be cleaned up," he said while his eyes slowly scanned her body. She felt sick to her stomach and desperately wanted to run away. "Just unlock my hands, and I'll do it myself," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. He laughed and replied, "Now, what's the fun in that?" "It's not supposed to be fun; it's hygiene," she said, hoping to reason with him. "Well, then if you won't have any fun, I definitely will," he said with a smirk on his face, making her feel even more uneasy.
As he retrieved the sponge from the bucket, the sound of droplets hitting the stone floor echoed in the room. He walked towards her and began scrubbing the dried blood off her face with a gentle touch. However, she couldn't ignore the mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, making her wonder what thoughts were running through his mind. She couldn't help but worry about his distant look, wondering what could be causing him to appear lost in thought.
As he picked up the damp sponge, he moved it over her skin, wiping away the grime, sweat and blood. He was slow and methodical, he was enjoying this way to much. At first, she tried to kick and fight, but his grip on her was firm and unyielding. She felt like she was trapped, unable to escape from his grasp. The whole experience made her feel uneasy, her stomach churned and she couldn't help but think about her family. How long had it been since she was taken? Did they even know she was gone? Without even realizing she started to sob, the tears adding to the soapy water covering her body.
Sebastian suddenly made a noise. She opened her eye to look at him and noticed that his smile had transformed into a displeased glower. He got up , picked up the bucket and emptied the remaining contents over Clary's head. Afterward, he took a towel and quickly dried her off. He then wrapped the towel around her body and walked over to position himself behind her And began finger-combing and braiding Clary's long, orange hair.
He pulled a steely from his pocket and knelt at her feet. She tried fighting back even harder but all she got was his fingers digging into her skin, trying not to cry out in pain. He drew an intricate design but when he was done he admired his work and smiled "This will make everything so much better"
As the rune pulse hit her, she braced herself for the expected loss of sensation and movement in her legs. However, to her surprise, she could still feel and move them. She turned to Sebastian, puzzled, and asked, "What the hell is that?" He chuckled and replied, "Something to make you like me." She scoffed, "Nothing could make me like you." He laughed and retorted, "Well, you'll see about that, won't you? It takes about 5 minutes to fully come into effect." into effect so I'll leave you to it"
He had returned now only wareing black shorts. As he fiddled with the chain on the opposite wall, Clary's eyes drifted towards the ceiling where she noticed tracks running along it. She couldn't quite make out what they were for until Sebastian adjusted something, causing the chain's mounting position to shift and pull her towards the bed. The movement made her realize that the tracks were likely for the purpose of moving the chain and its attached prisoner.
She tried to avoid getting into the bed but Sebastian scooped her up and dragged her to the middle and then hooked a length of chain to the headboard. She would've try to fight back but the weird rune pulsed again and a warmth shiverd up her body. She heard Sebastian growl with satisfaction as he nessled up to her. "W-whats-s g-going on?" she felt her muscle relaxed the way alchol relaxed you when you were tipsy. He lifted his hands to touch the bare skin at the hem of the towel and she gasped. "What do you mean beautiful?" His tone was soaked with mockery and laughter. His hands started to firmly grasp her leg and her hand flew up to cover he mouth.
Though he hand there Sebastian could still hear the pleasure in the noise. "Mmmmhmmm absolutely irresistible" clary panted and tried to collect her thoughts but it was all covered in fog. Sebastian used his free hand to take classes off her mouth and move the other further down.
Larry filled the room and he was enjoying every second, he leaned up and stared sucking and biting on her neck and the noises only got louder, her breaths coming in pants.