Clary's perspective:

I struggled to fight off the forsaken and when their grip finally loosened I sprinted away from them. Pain coursed through my head as Sebastian, or should I say Jonathon, sent me crashing into the stone wall. My attempt of escape had failed.

"Now, you and I both know very well I'm not Sebastian" he said calmly as I sobbed in a heap on the floor. "I don't care who you are or what you prefer to be called! Just let me go!" I yelled, turning my face up to his. He stared down at me with a grimacing smile, enjoying my pain.

"And why would I do that, after you left me to die!" He said with emphasis on the last word. I ignored this, knowing he wouldn't let it go. "What do you want with me?" I pleaded. "It's not you I want dear sister, It's your mother. She has something that I want, and you are going to get it for me". His tone was flat and non-negotiable.

"And what is that?" I said, mimicking his tone. "You're mother knows what it is. It belonged to Valentine, and she has it. And considering I am his true son, I believe it should now belong to me".

"Why do you want it?" I asked suspiciously. Jonathon struck me again, this time using his hand to hit me across the face. In a way I was glad it wasn't the wall. My head pulsed and my thoughts became cloudy. I felt myself slipping into darkness.

I woke to hissing and pain throughout my whole body. The forsaken were surrounding me; bashing and scratching every inch of my body. I sat up and tried to push them away. "Heal. All in good time my friends" I heard Jonathon say, his voice unwavering, although I detected his hidden enjoyment.

I began to lose hope as time went on and Jonathon continued to abuse me each day. I presume he is still deciding whether to keep me hostage or send me to my mother so I can get what he wants. Either way, he had power. He has proven his strength in capturing me already, and shown the damage he can and will do to me. I was growing weaker and weaker and fell unconscious most days.

A sign of hope arose when I saw my stele sitting on the ground not too far away from where I was. I knew I had to reach it. I waited until only few forsaken were watching me, as Jonathon often left for a few hours at a time. I pretended to fall asleep, hoping to lose their interest. After a while I heard them wander a short way away and make vicious noises. I opened my eyes slightly to see them practising their fighting on each other. It was now or never. I slowly got up before sprinting with all my energy toward the stele. I grabbed it and began to draw the first rune that came to me. I knew they had seen me now and were rushing over to attack. My rune was smooth and all I could think of was Jace and being in his arms once more. The forsaken were seconds away from me and I heard Jonathon yell "What were you doing! How could you let this happen you idiots!". I closed my eyes as the forsaken reached out toward me. A loud crack sounded.

The white surrounded me again. Had I killed myself by accident? I wondered. I regained focus quicker than last time and I felt something wrapped around me. I blinked a few more times. "Clary!" I heard Jace's angelic voice cry. I was in his arms. Tears were streaming uncontrollably down my face. I looked up to see Jace with tears as well as he looked at my in amazement. "I-I thought you were..." he stuttered. "Oh Jace! It's Jonathon, he's alive and I was teleported to a hellish place full of forsaken and" I choked on my tears before I could finish. Jace held me firmly to his chest and stroked my hair. "It's ok, it's ok" he repeated. And funnily enough, I believed him. I was back with Jace and felt safe.

Moment passed and he pulled me back and saw me for the first time. He breathed in a sharp breath. His tears had stopped, unlike mine, yet his anguish still covered his face. "That son of a..." Jace began. "Jace, he wants something my mum has. He says it was Valentines" I interrupted. "Then why the hell did he have to take you! Clary I... I haven't eaten in days, I thought I lost you. I couldn't do anything..." he held back the tears, obviously uncomfortable with his vulnerability. "I know Jace, I'm so sorry. I wasn't strong enough to fight them off. I only just managed to escape!" I said looking into his currently stone grey eyes. "How did you escape?" he asked as though just realising I wasn't set free. "It was a rune. I don't know what it was, I just ran for my stele whilst they weren't looking and...well I thought of you, and being in your arms. The next thing I knew, I was here" I said, looking down. He tilted my head towards his, so gently I hardly felt it. He kissed me softly and whispered "I love you".

Jace soon returned his thoughts to the situation and began to ask about Jonathon, what he did, and what he wanted. I told him how they hurt me, he winced many times so I chose to not add too much detail, I also told him that I didn't know what it was Jonathon wanted, but that my mum knew.

He seemed to consider all of this information for a while.

He then said with a fierce tone I hadn't heard him use, "I am going to kill him".