Their Biggest Secret

Chapter XXI: Last meal

TW: Mention of r@pe in (only) paragraph 5

After 5 weeks of torture, assualt and pain it was clear to me that Moriarity didn't have the intention to let me go anymore. He wanted to keep me as his 'pet', or so he called me that. My body was bruised all over, my back was full of scars from all the torture and my mind was about to collapse. But I never lost hope, I always hoped that I would be free someday and get back to Sherlock again. Sometimes I spent days without food or water, but in some way I liked this, because I thought Moriarity had finally forgotten about me.

After 3 days of 'being forgotten' I heard the door of the basement open, a shadow coming down the stairs. Although my eye was swollen, I could recognise the shape and size of the body coming down there. I immediately curled up in a ball, shielding my head. There were a couple seconds of silence before I could feel the nose of a shoe kicking into my ribcage. I could both feel and hear one of my ribs snapping. I yelped in pain.

''Get up.'' Moriarity ordered.

When I tried to get up on my feet, I immediately sank to the ground. Moriarity looked at me, laying on the ground helplessly, I looked him into the eyes for a moment and his eyes seemed to soften. His hands reached for my body and he wrapped his hand around my waist, guiding me upwards. He guided my hand around his neck and walked me up the stairs.

(TW) But the kindness didn't last long. I was dropped on a bed, and I knew the thing I had feared for would happen was about to happen, but I think you can fill what happened in yourself.

When he finished I was in tears, the only thing Moriarity could do was smirk. He allowed me to take a shower for the first time in weeks after that. I sat down in the shower for a long time, untill Jim yelled for me to come out.

Within 30 minutes I was back in the basement again, but this time not for 5 weeks.

For 3 years the abuse, assualt, rape and yelling became a daily thing. I had lost alot of weight and every part of my body was full of bruises and scars.

After those 3 years I had gotten quite used to all the pain and the blood, but for the past last month there had been no interaction between me and Jim. I felt like I had been forgotten about, but turned out I was wrong about that..

Turnes out that Moriarity had been too busy 'playing' with Sherlock. As soon as I heard his name, my heart sank into my chest, he was still alive.

The last days Moriarity had spoiled 'an important meeting' upcoming for me. This caused me to have more faith, perhaps I would meet Sherlock again. And this morning he came walking down the stairs for the first time in a week, he hadn't even brought me food anymore, he told one of his 'assistants' to do it for him. He walked up to me, but not with the usual expression, whcih I had seen for almost 3 years now, in his eyes:

''You ready?'' He asked.

''For what?'' I asked.

Ofcourse I already knew why, but I wanted to act like I had no idea. I figured it would probably be in my advantage.

''Your Special Meeting ofcourse.'' Jim replied, putting extra effort into the Special Meeting.

He helped me stand up again, just like the last time, with care. At this point I figured he needed to get me to my destination alive, because this was the second time in 3 years he had handled me like this.

I waddled up the stairs, pain shooting through my body. When we reached what I suppose was the livingroom, he looked at me sharply: 

''You have to listen to me. I'm only warning you one time.''

I decided to listen to him, after I experienced what he could do. He guided me further to the dinningroom. The table was beautifully prepared with golden plates and the food seemed to be delicious. 

''We might as well enjoy what could be our last dinner.'' Moriarity exclaimed, smirking.

''Might as well.'' I replied.

''Wow, she can talk.''

He walked me over to a chair and pulled it out for me, then sat me down carefully. Wow, I wasn't expecting that. 

While the food was absolutely delicious, I couldn't eat properly. Every breath, every move, every bite hurt like hell. After about 10 bites I finished eating, I couldn't bare the pain, my stomach was protesting as well.

''Are you finished already?'' Jim asked, he seemed to really be confused.

''Mhm'' I hummed.

I could feel the blood drain out of my face, my skin became pale. Moriarity smirked:

''Did I really hurt you that much?'' He giggled.

I felt so sick, I couldn't even reply anymore.