𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 || 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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'*•.¸♡ Backstabber♡¸.•*'
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(Fair warning... you're probably gonna hate me, teehee)

You gazed at the elegant car, a smile spreading across your face. Jim courteously opened your door, and you slid in, feeling his warmth as he closed the door and joined you. Once settled, he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Your eyes met his, and a deep, unspoken connection passed between you, drawing you closer.

"You look lovely." He squeezed your hand as he spoke, a warm smile dancing on his lips.

Your cheeks burned as you lowered your gaze. "I mean, you did pick out my dress..."

He chuckled, quickly connecting your lips. "And I've done a marvellous job."

"Indeed, you have." You leaned over, planting a playful kiss on his cheek. "So, where are you taking me, Mr Moriarty?" you teased, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

He met your gaze with a sly smile, his eyes twinkling with ardour. You tilted your head, giving him a quizzical look, a silent question hanging in the air, which only made him chuckle.

The scene outside your tinted window had shifted from London's countryside to the bustling streets of the inner city. Your thoughts about the night's secrecy ran wild, the anticipation of the unknown destination adding a thrilling edge to the evening. You couldn't help but bite your lip, the suspense of the journey making your heart race.

"May I have a hint as to where you're taking me?" you questioned, placing a few soft kisses on his neck when a low growl erupted from his throat.

He sighed heavily, collecting himself before bringing his attention to you. "You're playing with fire, my dear." His hand caught your cheek, holding it so your attention was only on him. "Come any closer, and you might get burned~" he whispered, quickly shifting back to his original position as if nothing had happened.

You swallowed harshly and brought your gaze to your window, your eyebrows furrowing at the familiar street. "We're seeing Sherlock?"

"I thought you'd be delighted to see brother dearest." His lips curled upwards before grasping your hand. "Would you rather stay in the car with Sebastian?" Sebastian turned from the front, sending a small wave your way.

You gritted your teeth as you glared at the man before you. "I'm bait."

He chuckled darkly. "And here I thought you were a lie detector," he taunted with a playful frown. "Get too comfortable with your kidnapper? You truly are naïve."

Seconds later, your hand was stinging. Your gaze trailed from your hand to the red face of the fuming man before you. Neither of you spoke; instead, your eyes never left his as he did the same, the tension between you palpable.

"You're afraid."

His eyes burned into yours with a blaze you couldn't understand. His jaw clenched with his heaving chest.

With his silence, you spoke, "You care for me, but you can't handle that, correct? So, rather than, I don't know, mature, you instead decided to, most likely, torture me judging on the switchblade that is resting in your pocket," you stated, your lips in a fine line as your eyes travelled his. "Anything I missed?"

He brought his hands together, slowly clapping as a grin grew on his face. "That was beautiful, Ms Holmes... but you missed a crucial piece." He leaned in, his nose grazing yours. "You will invariably be a pawn, a special one nonetheless. I understand why your brothers kept you hidden," he paused as he shifted his lips beside your ear. "Shame what happened to Eurus... she was my initial choice."

His words ignited a fire in your chest. "What did you do to her?" Your voice was rough as you spoke through a clenched jaw.

He playfully threw his hands on his chest with a slack jaw. "Me? I would never do what your brother did. I have standards."

Your eyelids flittered as you struggled to hold in tears. "Is she alive?"

His gaze flickered at 221B behind him. "She's breathing, though the cube she's trapped in is rather tasteless."

"Mycroft?" you spat through gritted teeth.

Moriarty grinned and nodded. "I have a proposal—"

"I'm not marrying you."

He sighed deeply as his attention snapped fully to you. "I wasn't asking."

"What?" You reached for the door handle behind you, but the click of the lock sounded throughout the car. You shut your eyes, deeply breathing.

"I need you, my darling," he cooed as cool metal traced your jaw. Your eyes shot open to see Moriarty holding the blade, gently tracing your face. "To do whatever I ask of you, without complaints, until your sociopath of a brother is no more. Then, and only then, will I help you see your beloved sister," he mocked the last bit, pretending to gag himself.

"You're going to kill Sherlock?"

"Darling, you're beginning to make me rethink my offer~."

"Fine."

"Wonderful! I knew you'd come to your senses~!" His hand caught yours as he dragged the blade across your palm.

You seethed from the stinging pain radiating from the pool of blood settling on your hand. You snapped your head towards the psychopath as he, too, sliced his palm.

He grabbed the wrist of your bleeding hand with his clean hand and brought your palm to his lips, trailing his tongue across your fresh wound. You instinctively gag at his actions as he sighs. He brings your wounded hand to his bloodied one, clasping them together. He leaned in as he squeezed your hand. "If you betray me, I will kill you. If you run, I will not cease searching till I have your head on a stick. Do I make myself clear?" he growled as you began to tremble, seeing no lies in his threats. He gripped your hair with his other hand, pulling your hair tightly and forcing you to look in his darkened eyes. "Answer me!"

You began to sob as a soft "Yes." left your lips. He released your hair, your body collapsing on the floor of the car.

"Pathetic," he growled as he pushed open his door. He grabbed your shrunken body and pulled you from the car, your mascara ruined from your stream of tears. "Don't make me gag you." He slammed the door behind you and then dragged you to the front door. Your knees began to bleed from the pavement, but he didn't care; it helped the 'bait' look. You searched around the streets for anyone, but there was not a single passerby. Further down the road, flashing lights could be seen.

"I wouldn't have put it past him to cause an accident."

Once the door was unlocked, he pulled you inside. He gripped your hair and pulled you to stand. "Walk, and don't you even consider crying for help," he whispered with a tight grasp on your arm. The sharp tip of the knife poked at your side as you began ascending the stairs.

"Oh, Sherly~!" His voice rang throughout the flat as two sets of footsteps rushed to the living room. "I have a delivery~!" He tossed you onto the dirtied wooden floor before the men. He pushed past the men and stepped over your body, quickly sitting in Sherlock's chair. "Let's chat, shall we?"

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