One winter's eve, Jim Moriarty had found the gift he'd been searching for, Y/n Holmes. The hidden younger sister of the male Holmes' because she was something they weren't, something that made her all the more interesting to the World's *Only* Consu...
You groaned underneath the men's stares. John hurried to you, carefully helping you up. "Y/n, you're bleeding."
"I hadn't noticed," you stated plainly while you stood slowly.
The tension in the room was palpable as Sherlock's voice thundered, his hands tightening around Moriarty's collar. "What have you done to her?" he demanded.
"Oh, come on~" he laughed, rolling his eyes in Sherlock's grasp. "It's not like you searched for her anyway~."
"What are you on about?" Sherlock's voice was raspy as he growled at your kidnapper.
"Stop pretending, Sherlock! I know the truth!" you spat, your voice trembling with emotion. You stormed towards the detective, tears threatening to fall with every step. "You've never cared!"
Sherlock dropped Moriarty into his worn-out chair and rushed to you. Moriarty sat with a smirk, resting back in Sherlock's chair. Sherlock grabbed your face, his eyes meeting 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 pulled yourself from his grip, standing in the centre of the cluttered living room. "You've already done it to one sister! Might as well do it with the other!" The accusation hung heavy in the air, the tension between you and Sherlock almost tangible.
"Y/n, I..."
"No." You switched your attention to your captor. "You happy now?" Tears begin to stream down your face with nothing but anger behind them. "I'm tired of being used... by anyone! I'm done." You turned to the door when you heard a gun cocking behind you.
"Not so fast, Darling~"
You spun to him; your jaw clenched tightly as more tears glazed your cheeks. "Isn't this enough? Isn't this what you wanted?"
Moriarty's lips curled, his eyes swirling with malevolence. "Sure~ but you, my dear, signed a contract."
John and Sherlock locked eyes momentarily while you tried to remember a contract. "I didn't sign a bloody contract!"
His grin grew. "I just love your choice of words. You always know just what to say~."
You stumbled backwards as your stomach churned. "The car? That was not willing! I owe nothing to you!" You clutched your injured hand with the other, biting your lip.
"Y/n-"
"Ah, I don't think so~" Moriaty sang, aiming the gun at Sherlock's head. Sherlock swiftly backed away so Moriarty could get to you. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to peer into his onyx eyes. "Quite the contrary, my dear. I own you."
Your chest heaved, each breath more intense than the last as you spoke through gritted teeth, "You will NEVER own me. Never!"
"Okay," he grinned. You felt a sharp pinch on your neck and gunshots ringing in the distance.
"Son of a bitch," you breathed before losing consciousness.
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You fluttered your eyes open with a dull ache echoing in your head, but what hurt the most was the searing pain above your left breast. You groaned, rolling over on the bed you'd been laid on to reach the floor. Your vision was a bit blurry, but you could make out a suit and the grand bed that Moriarty, the Irish man you had come to despise, slept in. The room smelt of him, confirming your suspicions. You stumbled over to the large, floor-length mirror and leaned against the wall to look at your chest. It felt like someone had burnt you with a curling iron. Grabbing onto the mirror to steady yourself, you carefully peeled back your shirt, and your eyes shot open at the sight.
"No. No, no, no. No!" You got as close to the mirror as physically possible, your heart pounding with desperation as you examined your newfound mark. You had been branded. A small crown had been burned into your skin, inches above your heart. A lone tear fell down your cheek, running over your burning skin.
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The door handle jiggled, so you hopped on the bed as quickly as possible to avoid the man you now despised.
"Darling~" he sang, stepping through the doorway.
You closed your eyes tightly, laying still as if you were still asleep. His footsteps grew louder with each step closer to you.
"Do you play me for a fool~?" He was standing beside you, his body towering over yours. A chuckle escaped his lips when he saw your breathing become rapid. Your body began to tremble under his gaze, concentrating on not breaking down. "Answer me!" he growled, flipping you over.
"N-no... sir."
"Good girl," he cooed, running his fingers across your hair. His hand reached the top of your shirt, tugging it down slightly to view his brand. A smile graced his lips before he placed a kiss on top; your body tensed as you felt his lips meet your skin and you felt his smirk. "Do I frighten you, darling~?" He grinned, locking his eyes with yours.
You swallowed harshly, responding with a firm "No."
He sucked his teeth, grasping onto your chin. "We'll have to change that."
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Hey guys, I know this is a short chapter, but I'd rather publish something now and publish a longer chapter in the future. I promise I'll make it up to you! Lemme know what you think so far! Have a blessed day!!
