Fear

Revealing Dresses and Fiery Curls.

Chapter 19- Revealing Dresses and Fiery Curls.

Clary POV

I wake up to the gentle pitter-patter of the shower and the slamming of the door to our bedroom.

"Where's Jace?" a soft voice asks. I raise my head slightly to see the boy from yesterday grinning down at me.

"He's probably in the shower or something," I reply, sitting up. "What do you need him for?"

"Sebastian wishes to see him," Ash replies quickly, pushing his sweeping blond hair out of his ice blue eyes.

"What for?" I yawn.

"I don't know," he says, sitting beside me on the bed. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced."

"I don't believe we have," I agree, watching him steadily.

"Ashley Fertistone, from the London institute," his smile is genuine as he reaches out his hand towards me. "But you can call me Ash."

"Clary Fray," I reply, shaking his hand uncertainly.

As if on cue, Jace walks out of the bathroom wearing a fresh set of clothes with his signature leather jacket over the top. Upon seeing Ash, he raises his eyebrows in question before looking at me for an answer.

Ash opens his mouth as if to say something but I cut him off before he can speak.

"Sebastian wants you," I tell Jace.

Ash shoots me an incredulous look and I just shrug innocently at him.

"Alright then," Jace replies, looking at us oddly.

"We need to go Jace," Ash announces, jumping to his feet and pulling out a set of handcuffs. "Sorry, mate; Sebastian's orders."

"Alright. Clary, there are some clothes for you on the left hand side of the drawer," Jace chuckles, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to me. "I have a feeling you'll need this."

"What do you mean?" I ask, standing up.

"Come on, Ash. Let's go," Jace grins; holding out his hands so that Ash can handcuff them.

"Jace-" I begin; standing up and making my way over to the desk.

"See you later, Clary," Jace says, walking out of the door with an amused Ash following him out.

"Jace!" I shout.

The wooden door swings shut and suddenly I am alone in the room. I yank open the drawers on the left hand side of the pearly white desk and am completely horrified. I pick up the first item: an elasticated mini-skirt with lace trimming at the bottom. I snort in disgust as I root through the rest of my draws and see masses of silk and lace; not the usual denim and cotton I am used to.

I find that the most unrevealing outfit is a coal black dress with a black lace skirt that delicately flairs out and reaches the mid-thigh. The bodice dips greatly at the front, the silk of the dress gathering at my ribs. I sigh and head into the bathroom, stripping off my creased clothes before stepping under the warm water of the shower.

I run a brush through the curls of my fiery red hair and then lay the plastic blue hairbrush on the edge of the sink. 'You are mine, Clarissa Adele Morgenstern, you belong to me,' Sebastian's written words echo around in my head.

Shuddering, I look at my pale, shaking hands and grip the edges of the sink to steady them. I slowly lift up my green eyes to check my reflection in the mirror that is hung crookedly above the sink in the pristine bathroom.

Startled, I jump back as my reflection is sharp and fierce: not showing my extreme terror. The darkness of the dress contrasts greatly with my milky-white skin and my piercing green eyes- my hair ablaze. The tightness of the bodice accents my hips, although I am not flattered by the huge dip that emphasises the flatness of my child-like chest.

Bang! I hear the door to the bedroom slam shut and I quickly slip my feet into the small black ankle-boots provided.

"Jace?" I ask, suddenly extremely aware that I had left the leather jacket he had temporarily given to me on the bed. When I hear no answer, I begin to make my way to the bathroom door and as I open it I ask again- "Jace?"

There sitting on the bed- dressed entirely in red- is the boy who wrote me the letter himself: Sebastian.

A/N

Hope you have a good week guys x

Signing out x