Hello to everybody :) First, I'd like to thankyou a lot for entering. Second, I feel like I need to ask you to be patient because I'm not from an Anglophone country nor I have Anglophone parents, so my english may be not the best. Indeed I come from Milan (you know, the fashion city, in the north of Italy... yes, I live there). This is more or less an experiment for me. I'll try not to do so many grammatical mistakes (but if I do, I'm really sorry) and I relly hope you will give me your opinion. Thankyou again and enjoy (I really hope you will) :)

Clary stood in the bedroom, a knife in her right hand and a fearful look which she tried unsuccessfully to hide under a furious gaze. Few steps away was Valentine, who looked at his daughter with a satisfied expression and a cruel smile while he placed himself in front of the door, blocking her only way of escape.

«Why am I here?» she asked, managing to maintain a provocative demeanor.

«Oh sweetheart,» he said, «you didn't believe I would have let you there, living with a downworlder and under the control of the clave, did you? I mean, you are my daughter after all and I have a reputation».

«Is that so? Am I here only because you don't want people to think that you can't even control your own children?» she said the last word with disgust in her voice, as if calling herself his child made her want to throw up.

«Yes and… no. But the other reasons are none of your business».

«Of course they are my business!» she almost screamed.

Valentine's smirk turned into an angry expression in front of her reaction, but it lasted only for a moment before the now diabolic grin came back. He made one step towards her, slowly, and she instinctively pulled back. «You know, I think you have been treated with too much softness until now» he said, «and your lack of respect is unacceptable». He made another step towards her and Clary, pulling back faster, suddenly found herself with her back pushed against the wall behind her. «I believe it is my task, as a father, of teaching you to behave, seen as your mother couldn't provide you of an appropriate education for a girl of such a top-rank».

Suddenly Valentine jerked towards her and faster than she could see took the knife from her hand, making her jump when the blade cut the skin of her palm. Then, in one swift motion, he turned around and threw the weapon which stuck into the partition right above the bed's headboard. Without even thinking Clary bypassed him and leapt towards the door, but before she could move two feet she felt strong arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against the wall without any apparent effort.

«Where do you think you are going?» he snarled into her left ear, one hand holding both her wrists on her stomach, preventing for her to try and move again, while the other hand was on her hip. Clary felt his hot breath on her skin and so his pitch black eyes as well as his thick muscles under the black t-shirt, and she felt trapped. His chest pressed her when he breathed in.

«What do you want?» she asked him with a quite trembling voice which she couldn't control anymore.

He looked into her eyes with an amused expression. «Nothing, yet.» he replied, «Actually, little one, there is something I am very curious about». His grin grew wider. Clary wasn't sure to understand what he was talking about, but she started trembling while her father's gaze travelled slowly and curiously over her body. He brought back his eyes on her face and look intensely in her eyes. Then, without warning, he kissed her roughly on the lips. She opened her eyes wide, shocked, unable to move, and he took her bottom lip between his teeth an licked it with the top of his tongue. It was all over before she could remember how to think. Valentine pulled out and looked with a thoughtful expression at the wall in front of his eyes, above her head, while she looked at him shocked and disgusted.

«No, it's not exactly as it was with your mother» he said while caressing her hip with his hand, as if distractedly, but she knew better. After few moments he stopped his hand and looked back into her daughter's frightened and still shocked eyes while she remained still, and smirked wickedly before leaning down to whisper in her ear «but it isn't necessarily worst». He then released her and moved towards the door and opened it, exiting the room before she could regain herself and shouting at her while the door closed behind him «clean up yourself and wait».