The Final Chapter

Pain

I am tied to a chair in the kitchen, ropes cutting into my wrists and ankles.

"Which one are we using this time?"

Moriarty is moving the kitchen knives around, eventualy settling on a long bladed steak knife. He grabs my hair, pulling my head down and making me shift forward.

"Please...dont."

I am struggling against the ropes, yelling when he teases the blade against my skin.

"Stop! Please don't!"

"Would you rather I grab one of the children? Maybe the blonde one."

"No! No please! Don't touch them."

"Then you'll have to sit here and be a good boy. Wont you?"

He lets go of my hair, standing and leaving the room suddenly. The lights are still out, and he returns with a lit candle and a match box. I start squrming again when he brings the flame closer to my face, sitting up as much as I can.

"Afraid of fire?"

"No."

"Lets test that."

He brings it closer to my skin, laughing as I press myself into the chair.

"Stop. Please stop."

I'm crying, struggling to stay quiet when he lets the wax drip onto my arm. I scream when he grabs my arm and holds the flame against my skin. Someone upstairs is yelling now too, I can hear the door rattling. Moriarty hears it too, standing quickly.

"Dont touch them!"

"I'm just going to check on them."

"No! Please no! Please."

He turns back to me, picking up the steak knife instead.

"If you scream, I'm showing them what I'm doing to you."

I bite my lip, nodding weakly. He steps closer, teasing the blade on my skin again.

"This is going to me fun."

I'm struggling again, whimpering when he makes the first cut into my back.

"Quietly."

He draws it out, pressing deeper as he finishes the cut.

"What...what do you want?"

"To hear your voice, screaming. Every time I touch you."

I feel him start a second cut, this one deeper than the first. Blood is running down my back, spilling onto the hardwood. He pauses, drawing a new knife from the counter.

"How about we try this again?"

He cuts the ropes away, letting me fall out if the chair and onto the floor.

"Fight me and I will make you watch me kill them. All three of them."

I yell when he rolls me onto my back, a stray few shards of glass digging into my skin.

"Quietly."

He sits on my waist, pinning me against the floor.

"Give me your arm."

I don't move, watching him reach towards my arms. He pins my right arm to the floor, running his fingers across the inside if my wrist. I wince when he starts tracing the scars, using the blade against my skin.

"Stop."

"No talking. Not yet."

The knife suddenly cuts into my wrist, not going deep enough to cause significant blood loss. He cuts my skin open along the old scars on my wrists, doing both arms before he sits back and watches me for a few minutes. I wince when he leans forward, pinning both arms to the ground now.