Kidnapped

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This story is not mine it is my favourite story off Quotev.<4

You were sitting on your bed in the institute early in the day. It wasn't midday but you didn't feel like getting out if bed just yet. You knew you were supposed to be training with Jace, Alec and Isabelle but you just didn't feel like it. The four of you had just gotten back after being on a demon hunt for well over a month and you wanted some time to yourself before you were catapulted back into the training. Snatching your phone off your bedside table, you flipped it open and then snapped it shut. You had no messages, no phone calls, nothing. Sighing, you flipped down onto your back and then rolled onto to front, burying your head in your mound of pillows. After a short while, you heard your door creak open and then quietly close. "Go away Jace, I'm not training today." you said sternly. " I'm shocked at how vigilant you are." Came a harsh voice. You instantly knew it wasn't Jace or anyone from inside the institute. Snatching a dagger from under from your pillows, you rolled off your bed and took up a defensive stand. "Jonathan." You spat his name like a curse."Call me Sebastian." He said. His jet black eyes bore into yours and his contrasting bright white hair moved slightly as he looked briefly around your room.
"what are you doing here? One shout and everyone will be on you in seconds. Why take the chance?" You hadn't lowered your stance and you weren't going to anytime soon. Closing the distance between you, Jonathan put a hand over yours and pushed it down, lowering the knife. You didn't attack as you didn't want to provoke him, but you kept your stance, knowing there was another k IDE in your room that you could get easily if you needed it.
"I came for you." He said. You laughed, even though there wasn't a hint of humour in his voice. "Has something amused you?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, it sounded like you said you came for me." You replied. Suddenly, the knife was on the ground and you were pinned up against the wall. One of Jonathan's strong calloused hands covered your mouth to stop you from screaming for help "That's exactly, what I said." He whispered in your ear. One minute, you were looking into Jonathan's soulless black eyes. The next, you felt sharp pain and then everything went black.

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