Your Wish Is Our Command

Clary’s eyes fluttered open and the first thing that hit her was an annoying headache. She soon realized she was on the floor, it was cold and smooth to the touch. She woke up from there quickly and looked around the room she was in.

The room was not too big but also not too small. It had no furniture, and the floors were covered with rich marble tiles. The ceilings were decorative and high, and the air was cold.

There was a faint smell of cologne that seemed familiar to her that lingered in the air.

Then the memory of how she got there sparked up in her mind, causing fear to take over her body. She had been kidnapped!

Clary stood to her feet quickly and rushed towards the door. She banged on it and cried, “Help! Somebody help me, please!” Each time she screamed for help, her head hurt even more. “Please, anybody!! Help!” She continued to shout nevertheless.

The door suddenly made a slight clicking sound, causing her to shut up and take a few tentative steps away. She backed away