Disclaimer: Obviously I'm not Cassandra Clare no matter how much my bank account wishes I was. These are not my characters this is not my world, I own nothing except the depraved twist I added to this brilliant work of fiction.

AN: Clearly in the rating you can see this is graphic explicit content if you are under the age of 18 get out. I don't really have a plan for where this is going just thought of something so sexually explicit that the devil sent me a text saying see you soon so I thought yeah I'll share that with others and drag them down with me. You have been warned repeatedly so don't try to complain about it later. Enjoy.

Warning graphic rape, sexually content, incest, shameless smut, I'm going to hell for writing this. Again I say rated M for a reason if you can't handle that leave.

"Wrong?" The hurt on his face vanished, replaced by disbelief. "Clary, we have a connection. You know we do. Since the first second I saw you—"

"Sebastian, don't—"

"I felt like you were someone I'd always been waiting for. I saw you felt it too. Don't tell me you didn't."

But that hadn't been what she'd felt. She'd felt as if she'd walked around a corner in a strange city and suddenly seen her own brownstone looming up in front of her. A surprising and not entirely pleasant recognition, almost: How can this be here?

"I didn't," she said.

The anger that rose in his eyes—sudden, dark, uncontrolled—took her by surprise. He caught her wrists in a painful grasp. "That's not true."

She tried to pull away. "Sebastian—"

"It's not true." The blackness of his eyes seemed to have swallowed up the pupils. His face was like a white mask, stiff and rigid.

"Sebastian," she said as calmly as she could. "You're hurting me."

-The Mortal instruments City of Glass by Cassandra Clare

"I'm sorry Clarissa this isn't how I planned on this day going." He loosened his grip on her wrist by a fraction not letting go entirely but no longer causing her pain.

"It's fine, you can't blame yourself for Fell not wanting to help me. Just let me go and take me back to the city I left a note for Amatis but she's probably worried sick." She hoped the knowledge that someone knew she was with him would snap him out of whatever trance he was in but the darkness remained in his eyes gleaming like a those of a predator preparing to dive in for the kill. Clary wouldn't even admit it to herself in this moment but she was terrified. She yanked at her wrist again hoping to pull it free, "Please Sebastian, my brother is probably worried sick about me."

He tightened his grip on her wrist then ran his other hand up her arm pulling the sleeve of her coat up with it revealing the milky white flesh beneath. "I doubt your brother is worried all that much Angel." 'How could I be worried when I have you all to myself away from any prying eyes' He thought to himself as his sweet sister continued to struggle against him.

"My name Is Clary not angel and I would appreciate it if you would let go of me now and take me back to the city Sebastian." Clary was actively panicking now and trying not to show it as she attempted to keep her voice steady and look him in the eyes. She couldn't understand what he meant by his last statement all she knew was that she didn't like the way he was looking at her exposed flesh.

"Oh my sweet Clarissa that is not my name and I'm afraid I wont be taking you back to the city anytime soon, orders are orders and I can't disappoint father he is so looking forward to seeing you again." He wrapped one of his arms around her chest to hold her in place and used the other to grab his stele out of his weapons belt. She was openly struggling against him at this point unsuccessfully.

"I don't under-AHH!" She cried out as she felt him carve a rune into her arm.

"My name is Jonathan sweet sister of mine and Jace wont be coming to save you." Clary fell against his chest unable to support her own weight as the rune took effect

"That's impossible, please just let me go..." Clary's voice was fading as she fell slack against her brothers chest. He gathered her slight form into his arms as she lost consciousness then placed her upon the dead mans horse before mounting it behind her. He felt the curves and contours of her relaxed body mold into his own and could barely suppress a groan as her head lolled to the side exposing a pale strip of flesh amid her fiery curls. His gaze followed the path of freckles dusted along her neck that vanished down into her coat between her breasts.

Jonathan couldn't resist tilting his head down to nuzzle his face against such temptation as his mouth ghosted over the column of her throat he traced the delicate patterns of freckles with his tongue. Roused slightly by the cool sensation on her neck she faintly moaned on protest. "Please...st...stop...Jace help me."

At the sound of the Angel boy's name on his sisters lips Jonathan's entire demeanor shifted as he tightened his hold on the semi-conscious woman in his arms and nipped at her ear with his incisors and threateningly whispered in her ear as she groaned in protest completely lost to the power of the ruin. "You are mine now sweet sister always and forever. Your Jace may try to take you from me but I will tear him and anyone else apart if they dare come between us. He took everything from me, he will not have you as well." Jonathan didn't particularly care if his sister heard his declaration as she finally slipped away from the waking world, it wasn't a promise to her after all. It was a promise to himself, he was forced to grow up without love but now he was stronger and no one could make him continue live without it.

He settled his sisters form against him and set off for the cottage where their father was waiting. He was almost regretful for having to turn her over to whatever hell his father had planned for her but she was strong and had already proved herself capable of handling their father.

A gentle smile appeared on his face as he looked down at her and recalled Valentine's fury as he recounted Clary's destruction of his ship with one rune. Yes his sister was strong it will be a pleasure to break her.

As he arrived at the cottage and dismounted he pulled Clary into his arms and walked inside. Their father was sitting at the table going over the summoning rituals and looked up when he entered. The twisted leer he gave Clary's sleeping form made Jonathan sick to his stomach.

"Excellent work Jonathan you can place your sister in her bedroom then go back to the city and wait for nightfall tomorrow to take down the wards." The disinterest of his words not matching the way his eyes followed them as he entered the room further. Jonathan wanted to protest but years of being beaten into submission have taught him to hold his tongue.'Now isn't the time, soon, but not now. The quicker I leave the quicker I can get back.' He thought to himself as he carried his sister down the hall to the room made up for her.

"I'll come back to you soon Angel and then nothing will ever keep us apart again." Jonathan placed his sister on the bed carefully then bent down to kiss her forehead as Valentine looked on from the doorway. The younger man paused in front of his father halfway through the door as if to speak but seemed to think better of it and continue on his way.

Valentine closed the door behind his retreating son and locked door before replacing the key into his pocket. He then walked over to the bed where his daughter lay and sat down. He almost couldn't believe how much she looked like Jocelyn, before she betrayed him...when she still loved him. He reached a hand out and wound a lock of her hair around his fingers he ran his hand through her hair then trailed it down her clothed arm. When he got to the sleeve of her coat he pulled it up to reveal the rune Jonathan used to render her unconscious, it was fading more rapidly than expected.

He took her coat and shoes off then walked out of the room to his study, placing the articles down he proceeded to the closet and grabbed three lengths of rope and a knife then went back to the room where his daughter lay unconscious.

Approaching the bed he unwound the rope and and placed the knife on the bedside table then proceeded to tie it to Clary's right wrist then weave it through the headboard before attaching her left wrist. He repeated the process with each of her legs tying them spread open to either corner of the bed posts with just enough slack for her knees to bend. He stepped back to admire his handy work.

Now that she was properly secured Valentine ran his hands along her body and the delicate curve of her hips and back digging his fingers into her soft pliant ass before he found what he was looking for. He reached into her back pocket and removed the stele that his wife carried oh so long ago. Having what he desired he removed his hands from her body put the instrument in his pocket and watched as she began to stir a little more insistently.

"It's time to wake up Clarissa there is much to discuss." Valentine said as the teenage girl eased more and more into the waking world. Her eyes open and again he was faced with how much like her mother she looked.

"Where am I?" Still half dazed she tried to sit up before realizing her wrists we bound and attached to the headboard she looked down to see her legs treated in a similar fashion. Upon her realization she became fully conscious but still not totally aware of the situation.

"Where you belong Clarissa, with your family." Valentine said as he sat down at the foot of the bed watching the panic overtake her eyes.

"You are not my family. You've taken me from them, but they'll find me and you will die."

"Such big words for such a little girl. Tell me of those degenerates and traitors you call your family who will be the one to end me? The only person strong enough would be Jonathan but you remember how that happened last time, he couldn't do it and now the Clave will bow to me."

"You really are insane no wonder Mom left you." Clary tried to throw a barb at the psychopath currently an arms length away from her. Valentine was not amused.

"You're mother betrayed me and took with her my greatest success."

"I don't think you can really take credit for the mortal cup, after all it was Raziel who made it not you." Clary responded confused by his words but trying not to show it.

"You misunderstand dear one my greatest success is not that useless hunk of adamas, but you my sweet daughter. My unintentional experiment you who have all the power of the Heaven flowing through you veins. That rune you brother gave you would have knocked anyone else out for a full day at least. You've recovered in an hour. Not to even mention your little stunt with the opening rune. You are so much more powerful than I could have ever expected and I'd be a fool to underestimate you again." During Valentine's monologue he inched himself closer to Clary's bound form and placed his hand on her leg running it up her calf as if stroking something precious. She used the slack in the rope to pull her leg away, but this only caused him to come closer, she resolutely ignored the lustful look in Valentine's eyes as he was once again privy too the sight of her exposed flesh.

"I was so focused on making the perfect warrior I sacrificed my own son to a demon that now walks in his skin and thinks itself human, but that soulless creature will never understand anything more than bloodshed and anger. I tried again with the Herondale boy using angel blood instead, but though I love him for it Jace will always be too soft. I had given up, then I heard about you. I didn't know Jocelyn was pregnant when she ran, but I heard a few years after she left me rumors that she had given birth to a little redheaded girl who could only have been my child."

"Why are you telling me all of this? What do you want from me?" Fear and panic in her voice it was all she could do not to cry at the situation.

"You look just like her. I'm sure you must hear that all the time." Valentine said as his hand crept further up her leg, the other moving to her hip as she tried to squirm away.

"You would have been perfect in every way if you mother hadn't taken you from me. I would have raised you to be a warrior stronger, faster, and smarter than any other, but she took that from me, from you. My perfect avenging angel you would have been, but now you're soft." His hand at her hip squeezed and felt the give in the flesh there and Valentine couldn't help but groan despite the looks of horror and disgust on his daughter's face. He was practically on top of her at this point his hand that had been stroking her legs moved up to her waist then to the delicate underside of her breasts.

"Please stop I'll do anything else just please let me go." Clary was openly crying now wanting to scream for help but knowing there was no one around for miles. Her father lying on top of her now buried his face in her hair and inhaled.

"I'm afraid I won't be doing that Clarissa I won't be letting you go ever again. You are my gift from God a sign that my path is true and righteous. He has given me my wife returned to me as she was when we first fell in love before her betrayal, and the means to create my perfect warriors."

Clary pulled hard at the ropes that bound her to the point where her wrists bleed from the strain. Tears ran down her face as she rubbed tree wrists raw against the rope trying to get away, she let out a helpless sob as her father continued to run his hands along her body.

"You are the key something changed inside of you from the angel blood I gave your mother, yet it didn't make you soft and weak as it did Jace. No my daughter you are strong and together we will create a new race of shadowhunters more powerful than all of those before them."

"NO, PLEASE DON'T! ANYTHING BUT THAT PLEASE JUST LET ME GO! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" Clary didn't care about the futility of her screams not with what she currently faced as Valentine removed his hand from her breast and reached over to retrieve the knife from the bedside table. He ran the steel blade along Clary's stomach before digging it into the waistband of her jeans.

"Stop struggling or I might cut you on accident. I don't want this to be any more painful than it has to be, you are still my daughter after all I do care for your well being." Valentine ran the knife along the seam of her jeans eyes burning with lust at the flesh exposed to him.

"Exactly I'm your daughter! Your flesh and blood how could you even consider this!?" Trying to convey her rage and confusion through choked sobs as her father repeated the process on her other pant leg. The jeans fell away exposing her lower half to the deranged man above her. There was a dusting of freckles up her legs that increased in number the closer they got to the apex of her thighs where they disappeared beneath her plain green cotton underwear.

"Let's be honest Clarissa after everything I did to you while you were in your mother's womb you're barely even human." He whispered the last bit in her ear barely able to restrain himself at the sight laid out before him.

He ran his tongue up her jaw from her ear and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss biting at her lips when she refused to open them until the kiss tasted of her blood. He ran the knife up her side causing her to gasp and open her mouth, his tongue dove in at the opening he shoved it down her throat all but choking her with it till she bit down on the sensitive organ in retaliation.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH" Clary screamed out as Valentine stabbed the knife into the exposed flesh of her thigh then twisted it for good measure before removing it and quickly cutting away her shirt to reveal the black bra beneath. "Just relax daughter it will make things so much easier on yourself in the long run."

"Please don't do this to me. I'm a virgin, please anything but this." Clary could no longer see through the tears as she pleaded with her father to no avail. She felt the bed shift as he climbed off of her. Clary turned her head believing that maybe he decided against raping her only to see Valentine removing his clothes before mounting her again completely naked.

"Don't worry about it Clarissa just lie back and think of England and I'll do the rest, it will only hurt for a moment I swear." Valentine used the knife to cut away the last barriers between them and Clary was exposed. He ran a hand up and down the side of her body feeling the exposed flesh then stopped on her breast his thumb reaching out to circle her nipple not quite touching it but keeping up a consistent stimulation as Clary squeezed her eyes shut actively trying to pretend that she wasn't here and this wasn't happening to her as choked sobs escaped from her throat. He watched her nipple swell with arousal from the stimulation and bent his head to take it into his mouth, he repeated the circling motion with his tongue before scraping his teeth across the sensitive flesh causing Clary to arch her back in shock and a surprised moan to escape from between her clenched lips.

He placed the hand that had been holding her hip at the apex of her thigh and slid his finger along her tight dry entrance. He detached his mouth from her breast and moved it down her body licking and sucking as he went before he reached her cunt and sucked her clit into his mouth causing Clary to arch completely off the bed pulling at her bindings as she let out a scream of pleasure embarrassed at the sound before it was even done passing from her lips. "Your mother was a screamer to." Valentine said as he chuckled to himself. "You are disgusting" Clary said through clenched teeth though the effect was ruined by her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. Encouraged by her reactions Valentine shoved his tongue into her cunt with no prelude and groaned at the sensation of her core tightening around the invasion. He thrust his tongue into her entrance moistening the cavern enough for him to stick a finger inside of her.

The way her body reacted to yet another unfamiliarity had Valentine groaning into Clary's pussy, she was so tight around just his finger the thought of how she'll feel wrapped around his rigid dick caused him to harden even more with desire and the groan he released vibrated through her forcing a tortured wanton moan from Clary's lips. He inserted a second finger and Clary continued to whimper helplessly beneath him as he devoured her cunt.

Tears ran down Clary's face as her Father continued his assault on her body shamed at her weakness and her bodies reactions. Growing up in a crowded city she'd always been told to be weary of strangers on the subway, and of being caught alone in an isolated allly. Rape was a thing society liked to warn against but she never actually thought it would happen to her and especially not by someone she knew.

She cried out when he had removed her clothes.

She cried out when he placed his hands on her body.

She cried out when he thrust his tongue into her cunt.

She just cried when the orgasm forced it's way through her body.

She moaned, and groaned, and cried out in pleasure her body couldn't deny as she writhed beneath her assailant in ecstasy she didn't ask for, and found the pleasure to be more scarring than the pain. Tears rolling down her cheeks all the while.

Valentine continued to lap at his daughter's cunt milking her orgasm for all it's worth as she screamed in pleasure as Jocelyn used to when he made love to her. The last time he'd had her as she lay unresponsive beneath him was far too reminiscint of the last few months they shared together, after his betrayal but before her own. She never screamed for him again after Jonathan.

When he had her lifeless body here he had tried taking her to see if her body even still desired him. Instead his stomach turned through the necrophilia as her realized the woman he once loved and who loved him back was gone from this body. He still talked to her, but he never touched her again.

Looking down at his daughter's body splayed out and spread beneath him her recent pleasure told in the delicate flush to her skin glowing beneath a sheen of sweat that coated her body. Her chest heaved up and down with her frequent breaths and choked sobs the motion of her breasts hypnotic to him as he straddled her hips.

From this position Valentine continued to survey Clary's body in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her lack of the rigours training shadowhunters received from birth left her body soft and pliant beneath the hands he returned to her body. He started them in her hair laid out around her head as if it were a crown of heavenly fire, more golden than her mother's auburn locks but all the more beautiful for it.

She turned her face away from him eyes shut tightly against the sensations still rolling through her body though she's managed to quiet herself by biting down on her own lip. Valentine placed a hand upon her cheek to turn her head to face him though her eyes remained closed tears still escaped through the tightly shut lids. Valentine's other hand came up to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

Resolving to get her to open her eyes he ran his finger with the moisture of her tear down the column of her neck. He felt her swallow hard against the gentle sensation of his father like touch. 'He had no right to feign gentleness' she thought as his finger continued along her biddy.

He paused at her heaving breasts and circled her left nipple with his finger the motion and moisture causing the sensitive flesh there to stiffen and peak. He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth as his hand remained to tease and grope the soft flesh beneath them, all the while his eyes were trained on her face.

He bit down on the hardened flesh and she released a groan as her teeth bit into her own lip drawing blood in an attempt to keep quiet. A rivulet of blood dripped from the split in her lip and noticing this Valentine worked his mouth up her body from her breast enjoying the salty taste ofher skin on his tongue. He paused to bite and suckle at her neck easily leaving marks of his affection all over the pale flesh before continuing on up her chin following the trail of blood to her lips that had been his goal.

He placed his mouth upon hers and just held it there his eyes wide open hers tightly shut. The hand that had been on her breast trailed down her side to the open wound on her thigh. His thumb reached out to delicately brush over the wound as his tongue reached out of his mouth to draw at the split in her lip and pull her lower lip from between her clenched teeth forcing her mouth open. His thumb pressed into the wound on her thigh in warning before he invaded her mouth with his tongue once more.

Clary didn't know what she was trying harder to ignore her father's insistent tongue shoving itself down her throat as she pulled shallow breaths in through her nose or his hard insistent dick that lay between her thighs not quite touching her dripping cunt but the way Valentine lay atop her caused it to rub against the sensitive flesh there every once in a while as he bobbed his head to get his tongue further into her mouth, the action reminiscint of his earlier treatment of the lips lower on her body.

Valentine feeling she's had enough time to recover from her orgasm and no longer content with her current state of non reaction moved his hand on her thigh higher to the curve of her ass his fingers played with the sensitive strip of skin beneath the supple mass of flesh pulling a surprised moan from her which vibrated against his tongue.

"Kiss me back." Clary tried to shake her head in refusal but his hand that had been content to weave itself through her hair tightened it's grip on her head as his other hand drove his fingernails into the flesh her ass surely leaving more marks on her body.

She hesitantly lifted her chin and moved her lips against his own. Disgust and shame rising in her as she continued to keep her eyes closed much to Valentine's dismay.

With his small victory of his daughter's responsive lips against his own Valentine moved the hand that had been holding her mouth to his own down the woefully ignored right half of her body. An oversight he'll have to remedy another time his hardened cock reminded him as it felt the heat radiating from his daughters sopping cunt.

With both hands on her hips, thumbs grazing her pelvic bones, he lifted her core to his own and ground his shaft into her cunt letting out a groan at how right it felt.

Removing one hand from her hips he ran two fingers along her slit and was disappointed to find that soaked as though she was, she wasn't wet enough to lose her virginity to his rather sizeable cock, not without removing all pleasure from the experience. He reached past her to the bedside table again to retrieve the lubrication oil he had hoped he wouldn't have to use.

Placing her hips back down on the bed her removed his touch from her body as he kneeled between her legs to admire his handy work.

The angel splayed out before him could be nothing less than a gift from heaven itself he thought as she turned her face in confusion at the sudden absence of his body. The golden red curls on her head and between her legs darkened with sweat and her skin was flushed a healthy pink beneath the gold dusted freckles trailing along leading to all of his favorite places on her body.

Her kiss bruised lips, swollen from the rough treatment both had been giving the soft rose petals all night.

Her breasts, nipples peaked and hardened with her unwilling arousal, the marks of his lips dark against the skin scattered but numerous.

Her cunt, glistening with her arousal, her clit red, swollen, and exposed to the open air. He focused on this as he opened the bottle of oil and poured some out into his palm before taking the pulsing shaft between his own legs into hand stroking it to the sight of the fallen angel before him just has her eyes shot open revealing flaming emerald orbs.

At the absence of sensation Clary couldn't help but open her eyes in the hope that Valentine decided against going through with his depraved desires only to be confronted with the sight of the naked man kneeled between her thighs with his cock in his hand and his eyes now fixed to her own.

Up until now she had been resolutely ignoring his body, imagining a faceless stranger above her, but when confronted with the sight she couldn't help but be awed at the physical specimen presented to her. All shadowhunters are beautiful, some more than others, as a testament to the angel's blood that runs through our veins. Valentine looked as if he had been sculpted in the image of the Angel Raziel himself.

Clary had never seen a penis in person before until now but she couldn't imagine his size was average. She tried to close her legs in fear of being torn apart by her father's cock but Valentine's presence between her legs prevented this.

"Please don't do this." The soft words echoed in the other wise silent room Clary only half aware of even having spoken them turned her head away again as a tear slid down her cheek.

Valentine reached his hand up and brushed the tear away with his thumb then held her face with one hand as the other guided his cock to her waiting entrance.

"You don't understand now Clarissa but you will soon. This is what you were made for. Now keep your eyes on mine and I promise the hard part will be over soon." Clary looked into the black orbs looming above her and saw her own helpless fave staring back at her. The shame that arose in her at her weakness held her eyes to her reflection in Valentine's own as he pushed the tip of his dick inside her then placed both his hands on her hips to pull her body onto his.

He held her lower half in the air by her hips as he pushed shallow thrusts into her body trying not to shatter the fragile connection in their locked gaze as he positioned himself to take her virginity.

When he felt her barrier he couldn't help his feeling of smug satisfaction as he was poised to deflower the angel beneath him.

With both hands on her hips he thrust the full length of his dick inside of her with as much force as he could command and as her hymn broke something inside her eyes did as well. Clary opened her mouth in a silent scream at his invasion hands griping the rope that bound her to the bed and get thighs squeezing Valentine's hips as her whole body clenched in reaction.

"Beautiful." Valentine said as he broke their tentative eye contact to look down at where their bodies were now joined in the most intimate way possible.

Both their thighs taut with the effort of holding still, he on the part of trying to keep his body being dislodged from hers, her on the part of trying to dislodge him from her body.

"No more please, it hurts." Clary whimpered in pain as her body clenched further around her father's cock. Valentine pried her legs apart before pulling out till just the tip of his body was inside her's before thrusting back in at an angle that put pressure on her clit causing her to cry out at the brief flash of pleasure.

"Don't worry Clarissa just relax and it will pass." Valentine held himself still inside her and watched as her features adjusted to the sensation.

He repeated the action again this time grinding his pelvis into her clit before pausing once more. When he didn't see her face contort in pain he did it again. Groaning he buried his face in her neck as he began to pound his throbbing dick into her pussy.

Clary groaned quietly from behind clenched teeth, her face flashed in shame, as her father violated her over and over in wild abandon his cock gliding in and out of her cunt with practiced ease.

She closed her eyes again and tried to forget.

Tried to forget where she was.

Tried to forget who she was with.

Tried to forget what was happening to her body.

Tried to remember a reason to keep fighting.

All the while Valentine continued to mercilessly take her body as the fight slowly drained out of her.

Sensing her withdrawal Valentine lifted her lower half with a vice grip on her hips and locked her knees in place so that he body was arched up to meet his and her breasts bounced in time with his thrusts.

Running his right hand along her body he took the neglected mass of flesh in his hand and proceeded to trace her areola with his thumb tool her nipple came to a stiff peak.

"Ghaaa!" Clary cried out as her father harshly pinched the sensitive skin between his thumb and forefinger. She clenched her eyes together harder not wanting to see what he was doing to her.

Valentine looked down at the Angel spread bare before him fiery gold and bound to this mortal world for himself alone. How could anything he has done have been wrong when Heavan sees fit to reward him with one of their own bound in the mortal flesh of his one true love. He picked up the speed of his thrusting with an increased desire to claim the flushed creature beneath him.

Clary whined as the pace of his assault increased not knowing what it meant for her exactly but assuming it wasn't anything good all the whole keeping her eyes closed.

Valentine took her close eyes almost as a challenge he groped at every sensitive bit of flesh on her body pulling everything from the quietest whimper to the most passionate screams from her mouth but the fiery emeralds remained closed to him.

He tried to use pain clawing at her skin and gouging his thumb into the all but forgotten knife wound on her thigh , but still her eyes remained closed.

Valentine was not as young as he once was and despite the stamina runes burning on his body he couldn't keep up his ravenous assault much longer. He replaced his hands on her hips and finished himself off with a series of harsh elongated thrusts.

Balls deep in his daughter he finally let go with a roar his cum hot and thick painting Clary's insides white.

He collapsed atop her when his orgasm finished lapping and sucking at her lips trying to get them open.

"You belong to me, now and forever."

Tears escaped from beneath her eyelids at his words, knowing the truth of them but still unable to face the reality of her situation.

After what seemed like an eternity Valentine removed his now flaccid member from her person. Though she was glad to be free of him she wasn't prepared for the empty feeling that spread through her body from where they had been joined.

She kept her eyes closed as she heard him redress and gather his things.

She kept her eyes closed when he cut the ropes binding her wrists.

She kept her eyes closed as he left the room locking her inside.

She kept her eyes closed until she passed out from exhaustion and hoped to wake up and find it was all just a terrible dream.

AN: More plot than I had intended but like I always tell my boyfriend there has to be some buildup you can't just dive right in with the whips and ball gags. I hope you enjoyed it I'll post more if desired.

The party bus to hell leaves at noon sharp be there or be square.