Recovery from Reichenbach (Sherlock X Reader)

Love Can Be Torture

Moriarty struts confidently in slow motion over to your aching body. After being slit open by Seb Moran over and over, you had broken several times; again and again. What was at first a stinging pierce is now a subtle throb. You haven't been in so much pain since years  before Sherlock's "death". That was when Jim used you to rip the heart out of Sherly. You figured that now that Sherlock is back your worth on the market went through the roof. You're hands and legs were shaking not only from fear but from the pain. It was an awful feeling, especially when trying to appear tough. You're losing blood more and more by the minute. Your head hangs low as you pant tiredly. 

"Good morning, Y/N," Jim exclaims softly, close to your ear. You let out a pained groan, grumble, or something of the sort in reply.

"I do hope Sebby kept you company through the night," Moriarty continues, leaning down at the height of the chair. He's too close for comfort. Close enough that he could lick your cheek right there and then if he felt the strange impulse to, like years ago. 

You roll your eyes at his dry humor. All you want to do right now is close your eyes and fall away. That is until you remembered the reason you stayed alive that night with the drugs. 

Sherlock.

He's out there, wanting you, needing you. You recall what you went through when he was gone and as much as you want to get even with him: you can't let him suffer the same fate.

After minutes of Jim patrolling the imaginary line in front of you, he finally speaks again, "You know, as much as I love playing with you, I think it's time for the little lost puppy to head back home." You sigh with relief as he unties your wrists.

You miraculously manage to stand up but fail to maintain the upright position for more than a few short seconds. Jim notices before you even do, and catches you as you begin to tip. He swoops you up in his arms and carries you out of the room you had lately become so acquainted with, careful to avoid the frames of doors as he walks through them as to keep you from hitting your head. 

Despite everything about Jim, he can be really likable at times... What the-? Why are you talking like this? Do you seriously have feelings for the consulting criminal? You don't have much time to straighten your thoughts out, for Jim addresses you again, "I have cameras all over the flat at Baker Street. If you let it slip about where you've been or willingly show him the cuts, then-."

You cut him off, "You'll kill me."

"No! Don't be so obvious, love...No, I'll kill Sam."

You eyes widen. Sam!

He sets you in a cab, rather gently and gives you a kiss on your cheek. You ponder in horror of Jim's threat to kill...

Your sister.

DOES ANYBODY LIKE/ READ THIS STORY? JUST CURIOUS...