Choose (Moriarty x Oc x Sherlock)
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“Jim! Stop!” he grabbed me by the waist and picked me up.
“Sorry kitten” someone came behind me and placed a needle down my neck. I screamed in pain as I felt the heat of the liquid ooze deep in my veins. “Sorry” tears filled my eyes as I didn’t see Jims face anymore.
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