Johnathan had kept you, Clary, and Jace captive for...months at least. It was a comfortable, large house. It would almost be like a vacation if he ever let you all leave the house. But he didn't. It was spelled with runes to keep you in. Other than that he usually left you all be. Sometimes he would leave the house and take Jace with him for 'errands'. Who knew what he was planning. Nothing good. He was only keeping you all their to be out of his way. So as long as you stayed in your place and didn't interfere with his plans...he left you all be.

He was cruel. A twisted, cruel, monster. And he knew it too.

Late at night you were in the living room. You had a small canvas and paints that Jace had gotten you when he left the house last. All set up on the floor. Clary was a better artist but...you found comfort in it... Johnathan wandered into the room. His silver hair messy and his shirt all wrinkled and sweaty, as if he had a rough night trying to sleep. His eyes trailed over you, and then the canvas on the floor. There was always something....strange about him. You didn't know if it was just him and you...or just him. He was never...cruel to you personally. Just...dismissive and...sort of ignoring you. "The hell are you doing up..." He rubbed his eyes and walked into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. He pulled off his sweaty shirt and you couldn't help but look at him. The scars that twisted his back horribly. And the small ones covering his sides and parts of his chest. His runes didn't do much to cover them... You turned away, looking back at the canvas.