COME.AND.PLAY (James Moriarty FanFiction) *Completed*

Chanted Five - Kitten

~Charlotte~

Later that day, I sat in my office during break reading my book again.

"Still reading the book?" Moriarty startled me.

"Oh! Yes I am." I said.

"I realize something." Moriarty began. "I haven't set the rules yet. Meet me in my office in twenty minutes." I nodded and got back to work.

Twenty minutes later, I sat in his office waiting for him to begin. He finished typing then sat to face me.

"Now. Let me make this perfectly clear. I tell you what to do and you do it. If you were ever to disobey me, I will skin you alive."

My heart suddenly stopped. SKIN ME ALIVE!? SKIN.ME.ALIVE?!?!!? I realize Sherlock was right. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

"I'm so so sorry. I do not want this job anymore. I quit." I got up.

Moriarty said in a low tone, "Sit. Down. Now." I slowly sat down. "Kitten, you will obey me. You work for me now."

"You were so nice earlier." I said in disbelief.

"Every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villain." He replied smirking. What a freak.

"No. You, your demented. There is something seriously wrong with you." He quickly stood up. Oops wrong thing to say.

"Darling, you must keep quiet. You must. I am not demented dear, I am a psychopath and get your facts right Kitten." Kitten? Since when did I turn into a cat?

Moriarty slowly walked over to me and beckoned me to stand up. Once I was standing he said,"You, my dear, are very special. Do you know why? Because your the special one. You so far are the only person here that has tried to quit. I need to keep an eye on you." He lifted his hand to my cheek and stroked it, then he caught my chin to look at him. "You will be staying at my house Kitten. That way I can ensure you do not leave me."

I jerked my head away."Your sick. Why ever did I trust you." I muttered.

He smirked. "Because I intrigue you dear. I interest you. I am much more interesting than you. I excite you." My eyes grew wide.

"That's it I'm leaving." I walked away and headed to the door. He stopped me quickly, pushing me against the door."My dear Kitten-"

"Why do you keep calling me that!?" I whimpered as he gripped me tighter.

"That's not for you to know. As I was saying. You will come home with me or I shall have to burn you." He threatened.

"I thought you would skin me alive?" He shook his head and stroked my hair, letting go of my arm.

"I'll do both if your not careful, Kitten."

Gosh Sherlock was undoubtedly right. Why didn't I listen to him in the first place?