𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 || 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ X

'•.¸♡ Branded ♡¸.•'
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You groan under the men's stares. John hurries to you, carefully helping you up. "Y/n, you're bleeding."

"I hadn't noticed," you say plainly as you slowly rise to your feet.

The tension in the room is palpable as Sherlock's voice thunders, his hands tightening around Moriarty's collar. "What have you done to her?" he demands.

"Oh, come on~" Moriarty laughs, rolling his eyes in Sherlock's grasp. "It's not like you searched for her anyway~."

"What are you on about?" Sherlock growls, his voice raspy and tight.

"Stop pretending, Sherlock! I know the truth!" you spit, your voice trembling with emotion. You storm toward the detective, tears threatening to fall with every step. "You've never cared!"

Sherlock drops Moriarty into his worn-out chair and rushes to you. Moriarty sits with a smirk, reclining in Sherlock's seat. Sherlock grabs your face, locking his eyes with yours. "Y/n, look at me. I never stopped. You're my sister—I couldn't just give up."

"Do you forget that I know when you're lying?" You pull yourself from his grip, standing in the center of the cluttered living room. "You've already done it to one sister! Might as well do it with the other!" The accusation hangs heavy in the air, the tension between you and Sherlock almost tangible.

"Y/n, I..."

"No." You turn your attention to your captor. "You happy now?" Tears begin to stream down your face, filled with nothing but anger. "I'm tired of being used... by anyone! I'm done." You turn toward the door when you hear a gun cock behind you.

"Not so fast, Darling~"

You spin to face him, your jaw clenched tightly as more tears glaze your cheeks. "Isn't this enough? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Moriarty's lips curl, his eyes swirling with malevolence. "Sure~ but you, my dear, signed a contract."

John and Sherlock lock eyes while you try to recall anything about a contract. "I didn't sign a bloody contract!"

His grin grows. "I just love your choice of words. You always know just what to say~."

You stumble backward as your stomach churns. "The car? That was not willing! I owe nothing to you!" You clutch your injured hand with your other, biting your lip.

"Y/n—"

"Ah, I don't think so~" Moriarty sings, aiming the gun at Sherlock's head. Sherlock swiftly backs away, allowing Moriarty access to you. He grabs your jaw, forcing you to peer into his onyx eyes. "Quite the contrary, my dear. I own you."

Your chest heaves, each breath more intense than the last as you speak through gritted teeth. "You will NEVER own me. Never!"

"Okay," he grins.

You feel a sharp pinch in your neck—and then gunshots ring in the distance.

"Son of a bitch," you breathe, just before the darkness takes you.

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You flutter your eyes open with a dull ache echoing through your head, but the worst pain comes from the searing heat above your left breast. You groan, rolling over on the bed you've been laid on, then reach for the floor. Your vision blurs slightly, but you can make out a suit and the grand bed that Moriarty—the Irish man you've come to despise—sleeps in. The scent of him lingers in the air, confirming your suspicions.

You stumble toward the large, floor-length mirror and lean against the wall to look at your chest. It feels like someone burned you with a curling iron. Grabbing onto the mirror to steady yourself, you carefully peel back your shirt—and your eyes shoot open at the sight.

"No. No, no, no. No!" You press as close to the mirror as possible, your heart pounding with desperation as you examine your newfound mark.

You've been branded.

A small crown has been burned into your skin, inches above your heart. A lone tear falls down your cheek, sliding over the fresh burn.

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The door handle jiggles.

You scramble onto the bed as quickly as possible to avoid the man you now despise.

"Darling~" he sings, stepping through the doorway.

You shut your eyes tightly, laying still as if you're still asleep. His footsteps grow louder, each one sending a tremor through you.

"Do you play me for a fool~?" He now stands beside the bed, towering over you. A chuckle escapes him when he sees your breathing quicken. Your body begins to tremble under his gaze as you struggle not to break down. "Answer me!" he growls, flipping you over.

"N-no... sir."

"Good girl," he coos, running his fingers through your hair. His hand drifts to the top of your shirt, tugging it down slightly to reveal the brand. A smile graces his lips before he places a kiss on top of it. Your body tenses the moment his lips meet your skin. You feel his smirk.

"Do I frighten you, darling~?" he grins, locking his eyes with yours.

You swallow hard, answering firmly, "No."

He clicks his tongue and grasps your chin. "We'll have to change that."

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Hey guys, I know this chapter is short, but I'd rather publish something now and save a longer chapter for later. I promise I'll make it up to you! Let me know what you think so far! Have a blessed day!!