Hostage or Captive

Chapter 7

The pain was unbearable. It felt as if all of my nerves were on fire. Even after I passed out I could still feel the pain tear its way through my body I couldn't move. When the pain finally subsided I was able to open my eyes and sit up. I was in a different room than my own, but it looked much like the one Jonathan gave me. Except this room looked as though some one actually lived in it. Clothes were thrown about the room and personal effects were scattered as well.

Seeing a knife on the stand near the bed a tried to get off the bed to get it, but I couldn't get off the bed. I was able to move around on the bed but wasn't able to get off it, no matter how hard I tried. I was in the process of trying to roll off the bed when the door opened, revealing a smirking Jonathan in the doorway.

"What did you do to me," I asked. His only response was his smirk widening. "WHAT IN THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME" I screamed at him. He started walking towards the bed still saying nothing, stopping a few feet from the bed.

"Come here" He ordered. Before I could even reply my body was off the bed and walking towards him. I had no control of my movements.

"Wha-What did you do to me?" I asked horrified. If it was even possible his smirk widen further before responding,

"Well now, I thought you were smart enough to figure it out" He just looked at me waiting for me to reply. After realizing that I wasn't going to reply he just sighed, 

"The rune I drew on you was an ancient one, one that the clave forbade a long time ago. They were able to erase it from their history and even now very few know of its existence"

"What does it do?" was my only reply

"Come on now" He laughed, "You're smart enough to realize what it does, it allows me to control you. You will do whatever I say". I looked up at him, into his eyes they were full of laughter. Realizing that if he indeed could make me do anything he said it would probably be best not to anger him.

So I bowed my head in submission, acknowledging his success. For some reason, this seemed to only anger him more. 

"Look at me" he ordered. Keeping my head lowered I cast my eyes up to his, but it didn't seem to be enough. He grabbed my chin and lifted it up so that my face was looking up to his.

"Don't you ever submit to anyone like that, hell, don't ever submit period, never stop fighting, do you understand me?" he murmured. In response all I did was lower my head again, thinking that it was just a trick.

"Answer me" He growled. When I didn't (apperently he can only control what I do not say) he pushed me against the wall my back slamming into the wall causing me to collapse on the floor. I stayed in that position with my head lowered waiting for whatever he was going to do to me as he walked up to me. When he reached me he squatted beside me.

"Answer me" though this time his voice was softer, as though he were talking to a wounded animal, although I suppose that in a way he was. Outraged at what he did to me, only to then tell me to never give up, I looked at him, the rage and anger I felt noticeable in my voice and probably etched onto my face. 

"Why? What is the point in fighting back, I can't even control my own body, I have to do anything you say. So when you take me out of here for the," I paused taking a deep breath, "trade off as you called it, you could easily order me to kill the ones I love, knowing that they won't want to hurt me, that they probably wouldn't even fight back!" tears fell from my eyes as I continued, "So whats the point then? Why bother fighting back when it will only anger you more. My only hope right now is that they will kill me before I can do anything I will regret." my last sentence was barely above a whisper, my head falling back down. 

I heard him stand back up but didn't hear him walk away. Risking a glance I looked up and saw his face, his expression looked pained for some reason, though I haven't the faintest idea as to why. He stretched his hand out towards me, as if to help me up, I stayed where I was at.

"Don't make me make you" He warned. looking back up towards him I took his hand allowing him to pull me up only to have him push me back against the wall caging me in.

"What?" I asked, "What do you want me to admit my defeat?" before he could even answer I spoke out again.

"The great Jonathan Morgenstern controls me, hear that everyone I have no option but to do as he says" my voice cracked as I announced that to the empty room around us. Hearing my words I realized too late what my mistake was. 

He pushed off the wall looking at me, before I could try to escape he ordered me not to move. Unable to move I just stood there looking at him.

"What did I tell you last time? If you ever call me by that name again you'd regret it" with that being said he turned away. Thinking back to what he said about not submitting and fighting back I spoke up. 

"Actually you said that you'd show me true pain, but I think I've already suffered enough from the rune you gave me." Hearing my words he turned around to face me a small smile on his face,

"Yes I suppose so" Was his only reply, before he even turned around, hell before I could stop myself I asked, 

"Why do you insist on being called Sebastion, it's not your real name Jonathan is, why do you hate that name?" He just looked at me and then turned around. I assumed he wasn't going to answer my question until he pulled his shirt off. 

His back was covered in long ugly scars, starting from his shoulder blades to beyond what I could see. His back was layered with them. 

"Because," He spoke, breaking the stifling silence in the room, "the same man who gave me these scars gave me that name"

Still looking at his scars I responded my voice full of sympathy,

"He's not the only one who gave you that name." He quickly turned back towards me and walked up till we were only inches apart,

"So I should care that the woman who abandoned me gave me that name as well?" He growled 

"She didn't abandon you, she thought you and Valentine died in that fire"

"Yes and I'm sure she was overjoyed with the fact that the monster she gave birth to was dead" his voice a deadly whisper.

"She didn't give birth to a monster" I argued, "You were just an innocent child, so you have some demon blood you also have angel blood, besides some of the best people I know are half demon. Monsters aren't born, they're created. And Valentine did just that, he created a monster that would serve his purpose, those scars on your back are proof of that, he made you what you are, once upon a time you were just an innocent child." When I finished talking he just stared at me, until he walked away to the closet where he grabbed another shirt putting it on.

Walking back to the door he didn't even bother turning around as he ordered me to follow him.