Elizabeth's POV
Forcing my eyes open, my head pounding painfully, I found myself in a darkly lit room with a small window high in the wall. I was lying on a small old fashioned bed. I tried to sit up but found myself handcuffed to the bed post. After a few minutes wrestling with them I managed to get myself in an relatively up right position.
"Hand cuffs? Really? What do you take me for? As if I'd try to escape when I don't know anything about where I am!" I shouted to the empty room. The lock in the heavy oak door clicked and my father walked into the room."I'm sorry darling, but you seem to have a bit of a reputation with my men. They didn't seem to think it was a good idea to leave you in a locked room unrestrained." He said matter of factly. He walked over to me carrying a breakfast tray. "And I didn't want to risk you hurting yourself trying to do something silly."
"Reputation?" I questioned confused.
"Yes, you are known to be rather ruthless when you kill." He told me sitting on the bed next to me.
"Demons. When I kill demons. Not people!" I yelled in outrage. "Now will you let me out of these stupid handcuffs?"
He chuckled. "That wouldn't be a smart idea, darling, since you are rather unpredictable. You might try to kill me."
"Now why would I do that when you have all the power in this situation?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "How about this, you release the handcuffs and I won't kill you."
"Be quiet and eat your breakfast. You were out for a long time this morning. You need to keep your strength up, you're no use to me sick. If you eat all your food, I'll think about taking them off." He said sternly standing and walking to the door.
"I'm not five. That's not going to work." I called after him, his response was to slam the door shut as he left and seconds later the lock clicked again. I let out a frustrated scream and stared at the tray of food thinking of my brother and Joe.
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Joe's POV
I couldn't believe she was gone. Just like that. I'd done my best to protect her but in the end it was my fault she'd gone. I was the reason she was probably going through Hell courtesy of her father. Jace had said exactly the same when I explained the situation as soon as I regained consciousness. It was my fault. Full stop. No ifs, no buts, it was my fault. If I had just woken up sooner. If I hadn't fallen asleep. If I ha..."What if we were to track her?" Jace suggested half heartedly.
"Magnus." I let out suddenly.
"What did you just say?" He snapped. "Is it useful? Will it help me find my sister?"
"Magnus. Has anyone told him yet?"
"Yes, because my first thought when my baby sister got kidnapped by our father was to tell a warlock." He replied sarcastically. Sarcasm must run in the family.
"Liza's like a daughter to him. He deserves to know. He's done so much for the both of us. The least we can do is let him know ourselves that she's missing." I insisted adamantly. It would devastate him to find out but he had to know. It was only fair and I didn't want him to find out through his contacts, that would break his heart.
"It'll only waste time. We need to find her as soon as possible. We don't have the time to make trips to talk to some warlock." Jace hissed. "My sister is missing and all you're bothered about is telling Magnus Bane. What use is that? Do you really think that will help get her back? Which can I remind you happened on your watch! I knew I shouldn't have let you watch her! It was a stupid idea!"
"Don't you think I know it's my fault?! It's all my fault and I hate myself for it but I want her back just as much as you do Jace! I love her too."
"Yeah, yeah it's all about love with you two but guess what?! Love doesn't save you from being tortured by your undead father!"
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Elizabeth's POV"No!" I screamed. "No, I won't!"
"Yes, you will." My father ever so calmly replied as I continued to throw a tantrum.
"No, I won't and you can't make me!" I yelled back crossing my arms over my chest.
"I thought you weren't five years old?" He retorted. "Just put it on." He said gesturing to the plain blue dress that lay on the bed. "I can't have my daughter running round dressed like..." He looked me up and down taking in my shorts and t shirt. "Well that."
"Well when you kidnap people in the middle of the night you've got to expect your hostage to be wearing pyjamas." I said letting my sarcasm drip through heavily.
"Ah ah, less of the kidnap please. You came willingly, do remember that." He scolded me like he used to when I was a child.
"I do seem to remember that you were beating up my partner and I didn't really have a choice so I'd call it kidnapping."
"Stop back chatting and get dressed. I will be back in ten minutes and I expect you to be ready." He demand and left the room again. I sighed and sat down on the narrow, uncomfortable bed. Thankfully he had released me from the handcuffs but it didn't help my situation. I was locked in a room with a guard stationed outside the door and a small window with bars across it preventing even the thought of escape. The only way I could see out of this was to behave like my father said until he gave me enough freedom to escape. I pulled the cotton dress over my head. It was slim fitting to the waist then flared into a skirt which finished just at the knee. It was modest and just plain with no embroidery or pockets or anywhere to hide weapons which I supposed was the point. The dress reminded me of the clothes of my childhood. It was upsetting. It was like he was trying to take me back to that place and didn't want to be there. Ever again.
"Are you decent?" My father called from outside the door.
"Yeah come in." I said in response. He came into the room and looked me up and down nodding approvingly before handing me a pair of shiny black court shoes.
"That's better, at least you look presentable now. We'll have to do something about your hair but that can wait. It's time you met my men and I explained myself." He smiled and led me out of the room. It was time to put my plan into action.
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A/N
This update took forever I know. I'm sorry. I've been super busy working recently. Not to mention the writers block that's been pestering me. However here it is. I hope you enjoyed it.
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