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Mine - Moriarty one shot x reader

I had been trapped for days and there is no way that I would ever get out. Moriarty, the most dangerous man you could imagine, had trapped me thinking he owns me. He thinks that I'm his little pet, that he can claim ownership over me. Why did he abduct me? Loneliness? Why me? Why does this cruel person want someone like me?

Moriarty had given me a small room with one light besides from the sunlight that shines through the small window too high for me to reach even if I stand on the wooden chair he gave me. There is one place where I should sleep on (I can't call it a bed) where I normally sat on, just thinking about why I'm here and how I could get out. I don't really know this person, this Jim Moriarty that had captured me without any reason and hurt me.

He visits me every day, sometimes at night too, but he's not always aggressive and cruel, sometimes he just came in and sat down in the chair and then he started to talk about some persons he hated and why he hated them. He sometimes asked me questions like 'do you hate someone?' and then I could cherish the look of surprise on his face when I say I hated him most of all. He didn't ask me a lot of questions and that was because he already knew. It's creepy but he knew almost everything about me, my name, family, friends, pets, hobbies, work, secrets, everything. And when I asked him how he knew such things he just laughed and stared at me like I was a dumb child who couldn't understand something so terribly obvious.

I didn't know exactly where I was I only knew that I was here alone besides from my abductor. I knew that Moriarty didn't want me to leave for some reason and I knew that I had to get out of here if I wanted to see my family and friends ever again. But how? How could I beat this mastermind? The window was too high and too small for one human body and I couldn't walk through concrete walls. Moriarty hadn't come for two days now and I was worrying if he would ever come again. If not, my plan to escape would not work. My heart skipped a beat when the door opened and Moriarty walked in. He was smiling, not an evil grin, so I knew that this would be a nice visit.

'Hi dear! Miss me?' He said smirking and wanted to close the door. This was my change, my only change. I jumped up and ran as fast as I could towards the door. I tried to push Moriarty away but he pulled his arms around me and closed the door with his foot. I heard the sound of a closing door and then he pushed me on the chair in the middle of the room. I looked up in horror when Moriarty walked towards me and softly whispered. 'Nice try, sweetheart, nice try. I had hoped you knew that you have to come with a better plan to get out of here. Don't you like it with me? Aren't you happy here?'

I spit in his face as an answer.

He cleaned his face with his sleeve and looked at me with an evil look in his big eyes. I knew this look, this omen for trouble, and feared it so much. Instead of hurting me like he always did, he just slapped my face which was less painful than I had expected. But I felt the place where his hand hit my face burn a bit and brought my own hand to my cheek. 'After all these days you still did not learn, you dumb little girl. Haven't I been a good owner to you? You know I love pets. My neighbours had a snake that I loved. You know what I did with it?' I shook my head a little. 'I made shoes of it. Lovely shoes, really good quality. Once again, I love pets, but only when they OBEY to their owners.' He shouted and looked at me in an odd way.

'Since I'm in a happy mood today, I'll give you another change. Just say it.' He commanded. I knew what he meant with it, he tried to make me say it many times but I just couldn't. 'SAY IT!' He suddenly shouted what made me jump up a bit. 'I-I...' I tried and took another breath. 'I am-m' I still couldn't say it. 'You are?' Moriarty asked to encourage me and dragged me out of the chair. He circled around me, waiting for me to say it. 'I am...' I tried again when I felt warm breath in my neck.

'You're mine.' He whispered. 'I'm yours.' I said softly, finally. 'Good girl.' He said and petted my head. Maybe he was right: maybe I was his. He had total control over me. He just had to threaten one of my loved ones and I would do whatever it took to save them. Whatever he wanted me to. But if I was his, was he mine then? I looked at the mystery in front of me. I had a lot of questions for this man which I really wanted to be answered.

He knew almost everything about me but I barely knew more than his name and how he looked like. He was kind of handsome, I just had to admit it. Most of all I loved his eyes when they did not have the evil look inside of them. And of course his thick black eyelashes; they were like a frame to a magnificent painting. In his eyes was a glimmer of childish innocence, although I knew that he was far from innocent. His eyes were able to see through my heart and were everywhere I was, carefully watching me. Even when Moriarty wasn't here I could always feel someone watching me like a ghost floating around in this small room. His voice echoed in my head, saying what I should and shouldn't do. I must admit that it was a beautiful voice and I enjoyed listening to the whispering tone. I had missed him sometimes. Between his visits there was nobody around me so sometimes I kind of missed his presence. I had always blamed it on my loneliness here, could it be something else? He had his cute moments, you know.

Sometimes he complimented me or he made an actual funny joke and then I could enjoy his laugh and secretly laugh along. Also, he didn't want to kill me, well, not yet. He said that he'd save me for something special. Does that mean I'm special? Probably not. I asked myself why I was thinking this and looked at Moriarty who was talking about something or someone but his words just didn't reached me. Was it possible that I had fallen in love with the man that had hurt me, threatened me and my family to something worse than death and treated me like I was some kind of disobeying dog? I stared at the man that I had hated and feared for so long but did not feel anger nor fear, I felt something warm and fuzzy inside of me and had a sudden urge to hug him now. Right now.

'Mister Moriarty?' I asked in the middle of his phrase. 'How dare you interrupt me? Did you even listen to a single word I've said?' He asked but I couldn't recognize any anger in his voice. 'No.' I simply said. Astonished by my honest answer he looked up. 'No? Then what is it you want to ask, dear?' He asked me, I could see the curiosity shining in his eyes and kept staring at it like I was hypnotised. 'If I'm yours, does that make you mine?' I asked as carefully as I could and feared for an angry Moriarty. I already closed my eyes and waited to hear him screaming at me but instead of his angry voice I heard him grinning, a sound I had not heard before. I opened my eyes and glared at him standing opposite of me, only a few inches away. 'Finally you've learned. Yes, it does. I'm yours... if you want me to be.' He whispered in my ear making me shiver a bit.

'Do you?' He asked and I felt my muscles moving, making me nod as if I was a puppet and someone was pulling my strings. Then I felt his lips against mine and I surrendered. It was true: I had fallen in love with my abductor: a rude, psychopathic stalker who was out of his mind and had a thirst for problems. But I was his and he was mine.

A/N

Stockholm syndrome, right? Thanks for reading! It really means a lot to me. Request if you like, please comment and thanks, again.

Catch you later!

-MS