In the spider's web

Chapter 10

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the smell. A faint scent of citrus cleaning supplies and a hint of lavender tickled my nostrils. 

Wait a minute.... I knew that smell.

I forced my heavy eyelids open, and wondered why I felt so tired. I lazily processed the blurry outlines of my surroundings and realization hit me. I was in Jim's house. To be precise, I was in the exact same living room as last night, only this time I wasn't cuffed to a chair. Instead someone had laid me down on one of the fluffy couches.
I quickly sat up. Too quickly. Vertigo overtook me, and for a second I thought I was going to throw up.
Oh yeah, he drugged me, I realized as my recent memories came back.
I had to sit completely still for a few minutes, and by the time my dizziness disappeared I was fuming with anger.
He kidnapped me! AGAIN!
Did he have a death wish or something!

I pushed myself off the couch by the means of pure willpower, and stormed out into the foyer, where I eyed one of his security guards guarding the front door. I vaguely recognized him, as one of the men that had kidnapped me last night, which didn't exactly lessen my anger.

"Where is he!" I questioned through gritted teethes, as I made my way to the guard.

No response.

His silence was like gasoline to the fire of rage, that burned in my chest.

"TELL ME WHERE HE IS RIGHT NOW OR I'LL-"

"Or you'll what?" an amused voice questioned from behind.

I spun around and found Moriarty standing with his hands in his pockets, at the top of the gigantic staircase, which led up to the second floor.

"You stupid, stupid fool!" I declared, as I took a few angry strides towards the bottom of the stairs, while glaring daggers at him.

"You think I'm bluffing? You think I won't send the information RIGHT NOW because of that little stunt you pulled!" I was practically yelling at him by the end of my sentence, while pointing an accusatory finger in his direction.

He just stared back at me with an emotionless expression on his face.

Silence filled the room.

"Alright then" I muttered through gritted teethes, as I reached into the pockets of my jacket for my phone.
I came up emptyhanded. That bastard.

My raging eyes met his amused ones. He was smiling. He was actually smiling.

I took a deep breath to calm myself, and just as I was about to let him have it, he turned to his right and started walking.

"Follow me"

That man was a real piece of work.

I stormed up the stairs, in the direction he had gone, just in time to see him enter one of the rooms of the long hallway.
As I entered the room, I quickly realized, that it must be his office, by the look of the interior design.
He had taken a seat in a leather chair, situated behind a large mahogany desk.

I placed myself in front of the desk, and I could feel my body almost shaking with anger, as I pointed my right index finger at him, while resting my left hand on his desk.

"You arrogant piece of-"

"Clara sit down. You'll get your phone back, once I've explained myself"

"Why should I believe anything, that comes out of your mouth, when all you do is-"

"GOD, is it actually possible for you to be silent for like five minutes!? Is that too much to ask? You just go on and on, and you never stop! You're giving me a bloody migraine." He exclaimed, while rubbing his temples.

"Well maybe if you wasn't such a-"

"SIT DOWN CLARA!" he yelled, flying up from his seat.

We were leaning in towards each other from opposite sides of the desk, and his angry eyes were staring into my matching ones. This went on for a few agonizing seconds.

"You. First." I said with a stern voice.

"Fine" he muttered, and slumped back into his seat, where he began rubbing his eyes in a tired manner.

I kept a watchful eye on him, as I slowly sat down in the chair behind me.

After a few seconds of silence, he turned his attention back towards me.

"I took your phone, because I had to verify the information, you gave me. Unfortunately for me, everything seems to add up."

He retrieved my phone from the pocket of his suit, and placed it on the table in my direction.

"So what is it that you what?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Surely you must want something, if you were willing to go through all of this? Is it money?"

I simply stared at him.

He sighed, as he looked at my emotionless expression.

"Look just name your price, and I'll have the money transferred to your account by tomorrow morning."

My expression slowly changed.

"Silly little Jim" I cooed with a sly smile, "You really think, I want your blood money?" I shook my head disapprovingly.

"I told you, what I want from you, the very first time we met, but did you listen?..."

I leaned forward, resting my arms on my knees and whispered:

"I want your crown, king"

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