It was already half eight and there was no connection which lead Alec to worry. The 'Technitians' at the institute were running all over the place, working Alec up. What if they weren't able to find Magnus, what if they never did? Just as he was getting worried (more than worried but it didn't show), a familiar voice-that ran dread through his heart and spiked fear at the back of his neck whispered out of the speakers.

"Alec!" He turned around, not wasting a second.

"Where is he?"

"Now then, you'll have to ask nicer than that if you really want to see your little boyfriend." Valentines' smirk was smug and insincere. Alec could barely hold in his growl of frustration and anger.

"Where is he, your hig-" Valentine cut Alec off,

"It's lovely that you now try to please me and I'm honoured, really. And as much as I would like the idea of staying, to...entertain your boyfriend," Alec raised his eyebrows, "-I really have to go. I have two of my newest 'Shadowhunters' here to keep your boyftriend safe for the while-" Alec barely hold back a scoff but composed his face in time to ask a question.

"How long?"

"Four hours." Alec's blood ran cold. They could do so much in four hours, four hours of torture, of pain. His poor, poor Magnus. "-Oh, and I'm so sorry."

"For?" If Valentine was going to apologise. Alec wanted to hear it properly- yet that wasn't what happened.

"For giving Magnus these two. They're...rough. Different in their forms of torture. Oh and also, tell Izzy that it will be her turn tomorrow, these two take all of the fun out of it." He put on a faux sad face but then abruptly changed it to this time, a faux happy face.

He walked away, revealing a bare room. The walls were grimy and Alec saw red patched on the floor. Blood. But, before he had time to think about it two men wearing blood stained wife beaters and simple jeans, holding his boyfriend.

His boyfriend, covered in blood. His boyfriend, shirtless and being dragged into a room by two of his captors. His boyfriend's life was in these men's hands. And yet again, he wished for them to have pity.

Funnily enough, it didn't quite turn out that way.

It started out not too bad. Just taunting and ridiculing which Alec knew Magnus could take, if his mothers death and the past 400 years of his life had anything to show-which they knew he did. It had been about an hour of teasing when suddenly Magnuses' eyes went so wide, that Alec knew something was wrong, and as he `watched the men lean down towards his boyfriends neck, he yelled out in shock.

Muffled whisperes sounded and Alec cried out as the men pressed their mouths to Magnus's neck, bruising him in an unhealthy way. Ripping him apart inside piece by piece. He could see the light leaving Magnus' eyes, see the pain brimming over the top and spilling out of the sides. Whimpers sounded and Magnuses' hands clawed uselessly against their faces, earning him a slap for his troubles. Alec couldn't bear the sight of these men destroying his love, his boyfriend, his everything.

So he cried and cried and cried for Magnus.

And then that was it. It was over and the men left a naked, crying and broken Magnus Bane lying on the floor.

Alec cried out, syncronised with Magnus. Alec could feel his pain, feel his hurt. He felt awful for his boyfriend and screamed with pain, with shock, with betrayal. Magnus was hurting so much and there was nothing that Alec could do about it. And when two different men walked in, Alec punched the wall in pain. And when they destroyed him, he cried. And when they killed, murded his boyfriend yet again, he screamed. He could barely see his boyfriends eyes fluttering as he was hoisted up against the wall, dead inside.

And as Valentine walked in after four hours of endless torture, he smiled. He fucking smiled. And that was when Alec realised that he would do anything to get his boyfriend back-this couldn't go on any longer-he would easily give his life for him.

And so he set out to do just that.