Moriarty's Touch

Come For Me

He glances over to you, his eyes icy and venomous. He smirks secretly to himself as he looks back at the road. His left hand slides over to your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. His cold fingers burned against your skin, but you melted into his grip.
He usually brings you with him on his "business" trips, which involve you waiting in a 5 star hotel room or lounging at the pool, while he goes off and kills someone. This day however was special, usually he returns bored and disappointed at how easy his job was that day, but today he came to your room full of excitement. You could smell it on him as he sauntered over to you and helped you off the lounge chair. His navy Westwood matching your swimsuit. He looked around and grabbed your wrist and led you back to the room. He ushered you inside and kicked the door shut. You stood there watching as he tightened his tie and gave his full attention to you. His finger hooked your jaw up to him, drawing you even closer. His lips smashed into yours, while you immediately flung your arms around his collar bone. You could feel him devilishly smirk against you as his hands coyly traveled up your spine to where you tied the top of your bathing suit. "I've found my new toy" he whispered, barely biting your lip. "Hummmm?" You hum, your tongue begs for an entrance and he gives it you. You twist your leg around his while you both stand there. "The Great Sherlock Holmes" he murmurs sliding his hand under both your legs and lifting you up so your legs are straddling his hips. He carries you to the bedroom and sets you down on the bed. He looms over you, his eyes barley containing his lust. He licks his lips,"The games begun".
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Part 2
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He flops down beside you and laughs. You feel his smile as he runs his fingers through your hair. You finally let go of the blankets after gripping them tightly after so long. You close your eyes and let out a satisfied sigh while stretching your head back into the pillow behind you. You feel his cold hands tuck one of your loose hairs behind your ear and his warm breath as he kisses your cheek. Your body still tingles for him some more, but you bite the inside of your check trying to contain yourself.
Soon his mouth was on yours again, practically dragging you away from reality. He suddenly stopped, and pulled away biting his lip, grinning. Your lips longed for more so you let out a helpless whimper.
"Now I have to make a visit to my favorite arms dealer." He winked and crawled out of bed, leaving you pouting. His silhouette stood against the sun as your eyes traveled over his body counting all the bruises and red marks you left along his neck, jaw and across his back.
He pulls back on his Westwood and zips up his pants, straightening them out. He then stops in front of the mirror in the bathroom to check himself out and to do his hair. "Well you certainly out did yourself." He excitedly exclaims from the bathroom. You roll over in bed and smile to yourself, you didn't want to see what he left on you but you knew there was a lot.
You hear a rustle next to you as he bends down and kisses your nose. "What are you gonna do to this "Great Sherlock Holmes?" You ask, batting your eyes up at Moriarty.
"I'm going to burn him, I'm going to burn the heart and soul out of him my love." He says cupping your checks and kissing you again. You smirk against his lips as his hand moves lower down your torso. "I'll be back babe, ciao" he effortlessly slides through the bedroom door, slowly inching the door shut, as to not disturb you. You pull the covers over your head and fall asleep.
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Part 3
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It's around 10:30 when you wake up and Moriarty still wasn't back yet. You dial room service then start getting ready for a shower.
You roll your head back into the warm water and let it run along your body, cooling off all the marks Moriarty left.
*knock knock knock*
"Leave it by the door thanks!" You yell out to while conditioning your hair.
*knock knock*
"I said just leave it by the door, thank you!" You yell a little bit louder, scrubbing the conditioner out and watching the water drip down your hair.
*pound pound pound*
"Jesus Christ, I said leave it by the door" you frustratingly grab two towels, one for your hair and the other you wrap your body in.
Your feet slap against the laminate as you walk over to the front door.
You yank it open ready to yell at the idiot who interrupted your shower.
A short bald server, in what looks like a self-made sweater, stands there.
"If you wouldn't mind getting dressed y/n you're coming with me ." He says in a thick Russian accent, taking a step forward and pushing in the door.
You stumble back suprized. "Excuse me? I'm not going any where near you" you say grabbing the towel around your front tighter.
"I really didn't want to do this." The bald man says softly to himself as he takes out some sort of spray and shakes it.
Your eyes widen and turn to run into your room and lock the door, but the man grabs your arms and sprays you in the face.
It goes black.
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Part 4
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You wake and start to scream, but before anything comes out the shorter man jumps out of his chair and sprays you again, knocking you out.
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It's barley light out as you blink your eyes open trying to get your bearings. It looks like an abandoned apartment with an empty kitchenette with a couple of moths flying about, chipping wallpaper that reveal moldy pipes, and a window with so much dirt covering it, it makes it look like the sun doesn't exist. You feel the hard metal seat under you and you want to move but are scared as soon as you see the short bald man from before.  Under the moth ridden couch he sits on, lays a forlorn Russian rug so worn out and frayed it looks like it smells of the American civil war. Mysterious stains cover the old thing but for now that's the least of your problems.
You take a deep breath, almost vomiting from how congested the air is from all the asbestos in the walls.
The shorter man doesn't seem like it bothers him so much though as he sits across from you on a couch; reading a news paper.
"W-w-where am I...?" You whisper. Your mouth is dry and sticky from the lack of water. You look down at yourself and see that your in a maroon robe.
The bald folds up his news paper and reaches over to a soup bowl on the side table next to him.

"Big G said you'd wake at this time." He groans getting up and bending down dipping a spoon in the bowl.
"Right now eat up" he nods his head for you to accept the soup.

"G? Big G like THE Great Big G who runs the notorious Russian drug cartels and underground KGB. The one that is rumored to have convinced Trump to fire James Comey ?" You furrow your brows.
"Well...I wouldn't call him 'great', but yeah." He leans back up and stirs the steaming soup.
"Here"
You squeeze your mouth shut and turn away.
"I didn't poison it."
You squeeze it tighter and glare at him.
"You need to eat it's been a day." His Russian accent mushes the words together making them sound like word salad. 
"Hummm humm" you shake your head and try to squirm away.
Did he say a day?
"Fine." He straightens back and begins to eat the soup.
"See? Nothing happened, now eat."
You compliantly slack your jaw as the man spoon feeds you tomato soup.

-A half hour later -

"I need to use the bathroom" you say stretching your neck looking for it and shifting for weight against the hard metal chair.
"Yeah he said you would be at around this time."
He undoes the duck tape and leads you down a dark hall with flickering lights.
He opens the door to your left and kindly pushes you inside.
"Don't do anything stupid." He says, before slamming the door on you.

The bathroom is even worse than the room, and with the lights on it looks like every sewer in the world all met up and unloaded in here.
You opt not to use the toilet as you notice 3 different cockroaches on the toilet seat. So you just wash your hands instead. You tentatively touch the sores of where the duck tape dug into your skin as a glimmer catches your attention from in the corner of the black counter. Carefully avoiding the obvious blood stains and spots of black mold, you pick up a long shard of glass and examine it. Nervously you stuff it in the robe pocket, cutting your pointer finger on its sharp edges.

There's a light knock on the door.
"Yup" you call out quickly drying your hands on the robe.
You open the door and the man hands you a stack of clothes.
"You can't be in that robe forever." He says, turning to walk away.
"Ummm thanks mister ...?" You says leaning out of the door frame watching him turn the corner into what you think is the kitchen.
"Luka" he calls back.

You get changed to the clothes he gave you, which happen to be sweatpants and a gray t-shirt, and comfortably pat the glass shard in your front pocket.

You suck on your bleeding finger while silently creeping out of the bathroom and tip toeing  back into the main room looking for Luka, but mainly looking for an exit.

You pass the kitchen and notice he isn't there, so you turn the corner to what looks like a front door and run right into the man's sturdy chest.
"Lemme guess Big G said I'd do that too?" You grumble staring daggers at Luka .
"Yup" he shakes the bottle that keeps knocking you out, and sprays it in your face.
You fall to the floor in an unconscious heap.

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Say hello to my cliff hanger
Ya like my misleading title ha! Got you buddy

A boy kissed me for 3 seconds last week...maybe we'll get together idk he's as confusing as reading Braille if your a blind dyslexic