𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 || 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Vⵊ

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You awake to a bright light grinning at you. You try to get a better view of your surroundings, but something stops you. All of your limbs are chained to the upright bed you lie on.

"What the f–"

"Such a filthy mouth~"

Him, that voice is the reason you're here. The events from before you blacked out come rushing to your mind. You begin breathing shallowly, the seriousness of your current situation setting in.

A loud bang draws you from your thoughts as the metal exit door slams behind the Irish bastard.

You shift the best you can to watch the man stalk towards you. "What is this?" Your voice is low and raspy, your question barely audible.

Moriarty grins before he walks to the corner of the dark room. "And I thought you liked games."

He couldn't be serious—wait, of course he could. He's a bloody psychopath. "Aren't games supposed to be enjoyable?" you counter, raising your voice as best you could.

A deep chuckle rings throughout the small room. Moriarty soon emerges from the shadows, holding something.

"Oh my dear, if only you could see your face..." He stops mere centimetres from you. "You are a gorgeous woman, Ms. Holmes," he coos while he drags a cold, metal object across your cheek. "But we can't have that." His words are no louder than a whisper as he smirks.

"You're sick!" you shout through the rawness of your throat, a group of coughs leaving you immediately after.

His jaw clenches, spinning back to you with an icy stare. "And you're well?" He steps back to you, his hand pushing your forehead down. "We both know you were locked away for a reason, my dear."

You grit your teeth. "You know nothing!" you spit, glaring at the man who keeps you restrained.

Moriarty turns away, sighing dramatically. "Then you'll have to tell me..." His aura is darker as he stalks to you, flashing the silver blade in his grasp.

Your eyes widen, realising what is to come. You can't tell him, you shouldn't—it would tarnish the Holmes name.

"You're thinking too loud again~" He twirls the knife between his fingers. "I could change that."

"You're bluffing!"

"Am I?" he challenges, dragging the blade along the skin of your thigh, a pained gasp escaping your lips.

Your chest is heaving as you suck air through your nose to ignore the pain. "I won't tell you anything!"

"Okay." His voice is emotionless, his eyes full of malice. He quickly swipes the blade across your cheek, crimson painting your face.

A shriek echoes in the dim room, your cheek stinging. Your breathing becomes heavier as you eye the man before you.

"Tsk tsk, now I've ruined that pretty face," he coos, rubbing the back of his hand down your skin. His eyes flip to yours, challenging you to play his game. You sit silently, gritting your teeth to push through the pain. "So here's what we can do, my love~" Moriarty begins circling you, your heartbeat increasing with each step. "You can choose to stay with me and I will shower you in whatever you desire, or we can keep playing this little game where you end up with more stripes than a tiger." He breathes the second half through gritted teeth, pushing the blade's tip into his finger, before standing straight with a menacing grin. "The choice is yours."

You think for a second, knowing that staying with him would likely be more dangerous than the small knife in his hand. "How many plasters you got?" you smirk as his eye twitches. His smile quickly flatlines. He bit his lip, shaking his head in utter disappointment. He is nothing but an empty threat. The look on his face proves it. He cares for you; he doesn't want to harm you. It is only a pressuring tactic. The man is indeed bluffing. "You won't hurt me, though, will you?" you challenge, stone-faced as you stare at the man.

He grins, dropping the knife as it clangs on the ground. "There it is~"

Your eyebrows furrow before realising what he is referring to.

"See, when you hear the rumours of a human lie detector, one naturally is intrigued, and my darling, you certainly fit the mould."

"I have absolutely no clue about what you're referring to."

He leans in beside my ear, "I may not be as skilled as you, but that is utter BULLSHIT!"

Your face shows no emotions, and your features are frozen. "What makes you think I'll help you?"

A dark chuckle rises from his throat as he walks towards the exit. "You'll find I can be rather...persuasive." He pushes open the metal door, waving from behind as he leaves the room. "Ciao!"

The heavy door slams behind him, and you are once again left in silence, your thoughts the only sound. You know he is smart and would use you, then discard you, but he couldn't make you do anything. You need to find a way out.

The exit Moriarty used is the only way out of the concrete cell. After that, you will be lost. But if you escape, you will be locked away by Mycroft's orders...maybe it would be better to stay here?

Sure, Moriarty was a maniacal psychopath, but he does seem to care for you. He also isn't very hard on the eyes—

He's a serial killer! An evil man who kills for fun. You can't possibly—

But his mocha eyes are so captivating. His accent is silky, coating his words, and his smile...

He's your brothers' enemy! You can't possibly be debating staying with him!

He'd let you be free, give you anything you desire, and burn the world for you if you asked.

You are lost in your thoughts, unaware of the Irish man watching you from afar. "So, what'll be, my darling?" His voice snaps you out of whatever trance you had been stuck in. "Stay here and live as a queen, my queen, or return to your kennel with your brother and his other pet?" He slowly steps from the shadows, a knowing smirk on his lips.

"Why are you asking if you know that answer?"

He shrugs, playfully frowning. "More fun that way." He heads to you, unchaining each of your limbs, allowing you to stretch for the first time in an eternity.

"Thanks," you mumble, rubbing your wrists.

"Let's get you changed, hmm? Queens can't wear rags." He grabs your hand, pulling you toward the door. "Welcome to your new home, my dear."

You ascend a set of concrete stairs that lead to the most beautiful office you'd ever seen. It has floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with thousands of old books. Jim smiles as he watches you stare in awe.

"Come, darling. You can explore later."

You nod as he drags you from his office into a magnificent foyer. Marble floors, pillars with gold accents, artifacts decorating the walls—it is gorgeous. Jim pulls you towards the luxurious staircase that leads to his bedroom. You race up the stairs as he leads you into a massive closet filled with clothes that are your size.

"Your wardrobe." He smiles before grabbing a box from the corner of the room. "For you."

You eye him suspiciously but see no harmful intent in his eyes. You peel open the book, and your eyes widen in shock. "You-?"

"I know what that excuse of a brother did. You don't deserve that."

A small tear leaves your eye as you stare at the boots in your hands. "Thank you," you whisper, smiling up at the man before you.

"You're welcome, my dear. Welcome to your new life!"

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