Hello readers. This story does not need the prequel to make sense. However, if you would like to know how Clary was captured by Sebastian, please read the prequel to this story called; 'Training Days'. It can be found in 'My Stories' on my profile.
Please enjoy.

The Mortal Instruments – FanFiction

Torment

Chapter 1 – Affliction

Streams of gold radiated from behind a tall figure as it emerged from the darkness of Clary's nightmare. It cast a Heavenly glow that grew brighter as it approached. The darkness retreated back as a familiar hand extended towards Clary and cupped her chin. It tilted her head back gently until her line of sight made contact where she assumed the eyes of the figure would be. The figure leaned in and whispered in her ear; its words a divine caress. The figure then pulled its head back slightly before kissing her lightly on the lips.

Clary awoke with a start – it had been an unexpected dream for her. She usually dreamt of her family; they were the only ones who kept her strong. What made them nightmares, was when blood began to trickle down the sides of their mouths' or drip from holes within their chests – where their hearts should have been. The words that the familiar figure whispered in her ear echoed through her mind, "I promised I would save you."

Clary was not sure how much time had passed. She mentally counted back to when Sebastian had captured her. At her estimate, she figured it had been five nights. Clary felt her swollen cheek throb painfully at the memory from when her brother had belted her across the face, knocking her unconscious...

Clary had woken up in an abandoned building when Sebastian had first taken her. Clary's wrists were chained together with burning metal. Fear for her life consumed her as she tried to pull her thin wrists free from the chains. Every time she pulled or twisted; she felt a sick burn exude deep into her wrists - the pain making her eyes water. Clary heard a sick laugh echo through the room from behind her. She turned around - Sebastian, her sick incestuous brother sat in a mouldy chair, its arms had been eaten away by age and dust mites.

"Oh Clarissa, my dear sister." He managed to speak as he regained his composure, his voice like ice. "Did you seriously think you could evade me? You knew I was coming for you... How foolish, running to the aid of your precious vampire friend." He continued, "Despite growing up in the mundane world, you clearly don't understand the powers of modern day technology. It was far too easy to hack into your dumb daylighter friend's phone to send you those messages to meet me. You could have at least given me a little resistance... a challenge."
Clary went to retort, but when she opened her mouth; no words escaped her lips. That was when she felt the silencing rune that was engraved onto the back of her neck. When she realised she could not reply, she felt a dark heat rise in her throat. Clary met Sebastian's eyes with a menacing look – she would not give in to his affliction. Feeling brave, she drew her head back and spat at him – her only weapon of true defiance.

Sebastian simply got up out and his chair - he was still graceful and fluid, like every movement he made was connected to the last with a flawless motion. He walked around Clary's crouched body on the floor - imbedding his foot prints in the thick layer of dust that coated the weathered surface. She turned her head trying to follow him – she did not want him out of her range of sight. Clary had almost anticipated the backhanded slap Sebastian slammed across her face. He laughed again as he reached out and twirled a piece of her red hair between his fingers. He leaned in and smelled it, audibly sighing with gratification. As quickly as Sebastian's eyes had shone with his sudden desire, they quickly turned into black pits when Clary pulled away sharply. His eyes were cold and heartless as he stood up again.
"It is considered a great insult for a Shadowhunter to slap a woman on the face... Did you know that?"
You are not a Shadowhunter and you never will be! Clary thought, wishing she could retort. Her brother was sick and twisted. He had an incestuous attraction to her. Clary's stomach churned uncomfortably at the thought of her brother touching her the way he did back at Valentine's old apartment. Sebastian was vulgar in every sense of the word.
He looked at her, almost as if he heard her mental retort before he continued. "Our dearfather never had the guts to do that to Jocelyn." As always, he never referred to her as his mother. "I don't believe that you and I have to be enemies Clarissa. You of all people know the power we could have together. I offer you this one chance to redeem yourself..." He leaned in toward her, grasping her chained hands in his. Clary's skin burned where he touched her – it was like pouring flesh eating acid onto them. Sebastian's nose was only a few inches from hers. For a moment, she thought he was about to kiss her. "I offer you this one chance. Join me, or your time here will not be a pleasant one... Believe me." His breath washed over her face, it smelt lightly of alcohol.

She flinched back, disgust an evident feature on her face. Sebastian's facial expression became saturated with a dark longing. "Don't make me do this Clarissa. I know you don't like it..." His eyes trailed over her body. She was still in her pyjamas. Sebastian had drawn her out of the protection of the institute in the middle of the night. She thought she was going out there to meet Simon. Instead Sebastian had hacked into Simon's phone and sent her messages of distress to come and meet him outside. Her cunning brother had taken advantage of her uncanny sense of rushing into situations before thinking them through. Thoughts of Jace ran through Clary's head as she wondered what was happening. Would he be looking for her? Clary knew the answer was yes. But, she had no way of knowing where she was. Sebastian could have taken her to an island in Greece for all she knew.

Coming back into focus on the scene in front of her, Clary watched as Sebastian slid the strap of her pyjama top down her shoulder. His eyes focussed on the three red scars and the iratze she had drawn on the once pure skin of her shoulder. For a moment, severe distaste and revulsion crossed his features. He sighed heavily and looked down at the floor. As quick as a flash, Clary squealed out in pain as Sebastian grabbed her chin tightly between his thumb and fingers.
"What in the Hell is this!" Using his free hand, Sebastian pressed his fingers down hard onto the cuts. Clary protested in pain as her brother spat in her face. "I told you to keep all runes and scars on your arms and legs! What did you think doing this to yourself would do? Defy me?" He clenched his fingers tighter; squishing her delicate chin. She felt blood break the surface when his unfiled nails dug into the skin at her jaw. "You think that this is a joke Clarissa! You disobeyed my orders!" He yelled in her face. Sebastian had two sides to him. One side was calm, gentle... almost caring. Clary had met his charming side when he had saved her from the Dehak demons in France. His other side was ruthless, aggressive and ambitious. Nothing brought him down. He took a breath - Clary could see a calming resolve appear in his expression. "That is something you must learn not to do..." It seemed that his sudden outburst of rage had disappeared.

Regaining his somewhat calm composure, Sebastian grabbed at the skin on the side of her neck. His fingers clenching tightly around her as she was dragged through the dust. Momentarily, Clary's sight was distorted as she saw dust motes float around her. She coughed and spluttered, desperately trying to escape – Sebastian paid her no attention. He dragged her into a small room, its walls and floor were cement – to be expected, covered in years of dust. There was a small sink with a mirror to Clary's left as Sebastian unceremoniously flung her body into a corner. Pain shot through her back and wrists again as she tried to hit Sebastian. She knew she had to fight back. Her legs were weak, but she managed to get one good kick into his shin before he stopped her. Sebastian grabbed at her legs. Clary then tried pulling them from his grasp and she bought her knees up to her chest. Her brother panted hard as he put his hands on her knees and spread her legs. As the realisation about what Sebastian wanted to do to her kicked in, he muttered the words, "Be very careful with the next move you make my dear sister. Next time you step out of line, you know what will happen." His eyes slowly travelled down to the apex of her thighs – his expression lustful.

Thinking how thankful she was that she was covered with the thin fabric of her pyjama shorts; Clary felt a sudden terror resinate through her body. She knew Sebastian wasn't lying. After all, he had tried to force himself onto her once before. Giving up in fear of her unpredictable brother, Clary let her body relax. She slumped her back against the wall in submission.
"Good girl." Sebastian coaxed, enjoying his control over her. He leaned in and placed a light chaste kiss on her lips. She felt herself turn green as she screamed - Sebastian smiled and stood up. Clary felt the air escape her lungs as her mouth projected no sound. The small room suddenly went dark as her brother left and locked the door from the outside; the lock making an audible clunk as it clicked into place. Tears poured relentlessly down her face as she called out silently for help. She prayed in her head that somehow, someone would hear her soundless cries. Most of all, no matter where she was, she secretly wished that Jace could hear them.