Choices

Summary: Moriarty is bored, and that is never good for anybody. He decides to spice up his little game with Sherlock and get his hands dirty. He needs Elizabeth help for this.

Warning: This chapter doesn't have abuse or other of such things but there will be violence, torture, etc in future parts! If you are easily triggered or don't like this stuff, do not read this!

Disclaimer: I regret to inform you that I do not own Sherlock yet and that it is still in the hands of BBC. When I do get my hands on it, you will notice it through a shit ton of Johnlock. :)

Enjoy

Chapter 1

It had been an amazing day, she had just gotten back from Madam Tuso with her family and was heading towards the hotel. The vacation in London had been amazing so far, it was such an amazing city. A lot more interesting than Belgium. She was laughing and being rather childish with her brother and sister. Her parents were getting annoyed and told them to go to the lobby. She grinned and chased her younger sister down the stairs while her brother took the elevator. A few of the guest looked up at them, but let them be. It had been forever since they had gotten along like this, normally they were always fighting. They rarely played with all of each other. But this vacation it felt different, the stress of school and home had left them and they didn't mind the stares of the strangers. They finally arrived at the bottom of the stairs and were going to continue their little game when she was stopped by a rather tall man in a tailored blue suit. His black hair was neatly combed and his face was very pale, but not in a sickly way. He had sharp cheekbones and dark brown eyes. He didn't move out of the way and seemed to be studying her. She felt uncomfortable and moved in front of her siblings, her brother was a head taller than she but she still felt protective of him, he was her younger brother anyway.

She cleared her throat "Can I help you?" He smiled brightly. "No, I just have a tiny little question." She raised her eyebrow letting him know he could continue. The man didn't really look all that dangerous but something about her made her feel uneasy. He was smiling but the smile didn't reach his eyes, making him look like a shark. "Well, I was wondering if you would mind coming with me." "What?" "I asked you to come with me. Me and my friends need someone for the game" he asked, his tone was still light and happy but with a demanding tone, his eyes never leaving hers. "The hell is your problem. Leave us alone." she turned around to leave when he grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him. Before her brother could do anything he moved his jacket to the side and showed them the gun. "I really don't want to cause a scene. Normally I don't even do any field work, but I had to make sure that this was handled right. Now be a good girl." She gave another pitiful attempt to pull away but was stopped when he pulled her into his chest. He leaned down and whispered in her ear "Wouldn't it be a shame if someone got hurt, Elizabeth?"

He said her name so slowly and with so much threat that she stopped right in her tracks. She stopped resisting and terror struck her in her heart. He knew her name. Pleased with the fact that she had decided not to fight him any more he turned to her brother. "Now, you will not call the police or tell anyone about this till in a half hour, and keep you little sister from talking to. If you don't do what I say, I promise you I will kill her and get another girl. Understood?" he had lowered his voice into a threatening whisper and she could see the panic in her brother's eyes as he nodded. "Great! Well goodbye!" he said cheerfully, waving at her siblings as he placed his arm around her shoulder. He led her outside without hesitation, smiling at the pacing visitors of the hotel. Elizabeth glanced back and could see her brother on the verge of having a panic attack, as he watched this strange man taking his sister with nothing he could do about it.

The man led her out the hotel and a little while later he stopped next to a slick black car. She could see a driver through the tinted window. "I bet you have a lot of questions Elizabeth." he dragged out her name as to taunt her with it. "You will get to ask questions later, but first I'll give you the choice like all the other girl I toke." At this she looked up, confused and afraid at what that statement could mean. "You see, you are not the first 16 year old I took, there were 4 kids before you and I let them all chose. Either they would come with me and they would feel the most horrible pain imaginable, or I let them go back to their hotel. I would let them go and never bother them or their families ever again as long as they kept their mouth shut, if they told anyone about the abduction I would kill them and everyone they cared about. So far all the girls have chosen to leave and let me pick a new victim. So what is it going to be?"

Her heart was beating in her chest trying to comprehend all of this. He was offering her a choice. She could leave and he would never bother her again. But if she left he would surely pick a new victim, another innocent girl to experience the worst pain imaginable. She couldn't let that happen. "Well, spit it out. What are you going to do?" "I, I,..." He growled annoyed, not wanting to anger him she quickly answered. "I am going to stay." "Perfect!" he cried out, smiling he slapped her on her back like old friends would. "Well then we better be going, I don't have all day the time. I still need to pick up my friends and set everything up." he continued excitedly as he led her into the back seat. She moved as far back form him as she could, pressing up against the far door of the car, but he just scooted next to her. He placed his hand on her knee threateningly, as if to warn her not to try anything stupid. "Put on your seat belt. Don't want to get into trouble right?" She tried to fasten her seat belt but her hands were shaking to hard. She started to panic. What if he punished her for not being able to put on her belt? She started to tug on it, only causing it to block. "A bit nervous? Don't worry, everybody is the first time they get kidnapped. Let me help you." his voice was soft, as if to comfort her, but it was still sharp. He placed his long slender hands on the belt and slowly pulled it out, he leaned over her entirely, almost covering her body with his. Her breath hitched, as the smell of his cologne filled her nose. He laughed at Elizabeth reaction. "There we go." he said when it gave a satisfying click. He patted her knee before leaving it there.

"Now, about those questions. We'll be in the car for a while, so go ahead. Ask away." She pushed herself deeper into the door, trying to keep her distance from him. He looked at her impatiently, but she couldn't form any words. "Come on then. Don't be boring. You won't like what I do to boring people." he threatened. Swallowing hard she opened her mouth. "Who are you?" "Ahah! Good first question! Well Elizabeth, do you know of the great Sherlock Holmes?" she nodded timidly. "Figures. Well, he is my friend. He might disagree, but we often play games together. I think he would refer to me as his arch enemy." Her heart stopped, and everything clicked. If this man was who he claimed he was, she highly doubted she would make it out of here alive. Much less unharmed. He seemed to have noticed your breath hitching as a small smile played around his lips. "You figured it out, haven't you? Well go on then. Tell the group." "Moriarty." it came out as a horse whisper but that was enough for him. He clapped his hands in a way a child would. "Correct! Surly that can't be your only question?" Knowing who her abductor was only made it worse. This was a master criminal who would not hesitate to kill her if given the chance. Not wanting to anger or provoke him she quickly asked another question.

"Why did you take me?" "Ah, as I told you before, I am planning to play a game with a friend. This friend being Sherlock Holmes. I have spiced it up before, including his precious doctor and such. But I needed something new, so what about another hostage, someone whose faith laid in his hands. I wanted it to be a girl, who wasn't too old, still a virgin but old enough to really understand what was going on." she let out a little whimper when he told her, he wanted a virgin, that couldn't mean anything good. But he ignored her and continued. "So the category was 16 year old girls. I wanted to make sure that the person wouldn't know my face, Sherlock must have 0 connections to. Preferably someone from a different country. I need some leverage, so younger siblings were a nice feature. And tadda, I had a victim pool. I choose my 10 favorite who were in the country at the moment and started to randomly pick." If she hadn't been in London, if she had just been in Belgium, then she wouldn't have been in this situation. The most ironic part of this was that she had chosen this year's vacation destination. If she had chosen any other country, she would have been safe.

Terrified she looked up from her lap. He was enjoying this, feeling her tremble under his hand and against his side. Listening to her shaking breaths. "What are you going to do to me?" she whispered. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer, but this was horrible, the not knowing. Throwing his arm around her and pulling her closer to him he spoke. "I can't ruin the surprise! That wouldn't be fun now would it?" He looked down at the shaking figure that he kept pressed against him. He had expected her to be crying by now, but she was holding up. However that would be for too long. "But I can give you a hint." he leaned in close, till she could feel his breath on her ear, making her shrink even further back. "I am going to hurt you, I am going to make them hurt you. You will feel the most horrible pain you have ever felt, until you beg for death. And even then, I will continue." he whispered softly. Finally she couldn't hold back. It was too much. With a little shake she let out a little sob, and started to cry. She buried her face in her hands as tears of terror started to roll down her face. She stayed quite, but her entire form was quivering. No matter how small she tried to make herself, his body stayed pressed against hers. When he placed his hand on her back she let out a little whimper. He rubbed her back in a soothing manner. With a mocking voice he said. "There there, everything will be alright." She could practically hear him grin as she shook.

His hands trailed up and down her back, while his other hand started to rub soothing circles on her leg. Slowly his hand started to move upwards on her leg, he trailed his long slender fingers up and down the inside of her leg, as a silent promise. For what was to come. He kept her tightly in his grip, almost possessively. "Please stop." She whimpered, barely audible. She knew it was futile, but she could stop the pitiful plea to leave her lips. "Oh darling. I haven't even started yet." he smiled.

Chapter 2

The rest of the ride was just as horrible. From time to time he would chat. He would talk about things he had already done to people. About things that Elizabeth liked. Her favorite books and movies. He was showing of, he was taunting her. Making sure she knew, that he knew everything about her. The first time he dropped the name of one of Elizabeth's friends her heart stopped, but he just continued like it didn't matter. They were in the car for what seemed like hours and the entire time he didn't let go of her. Suddenly the car came to a stop and Moriarty moved away from her. She breathed in relief, at least he had let her go. It was a start right? However it was a matter of seconds before he opened her side of the car, she had still be leaning against it and nearly fell. However he caught her in time and drew her to his chest. She immediately pushed him away, not wanting to feel him anymore. "Aw come on, don't be childish." He growled and grabbed your arm, he dragged you towards a huge castle like house. It towered above them and all around there was forest. She knew that even if she managed to escape, which was highly unlikely, she would never be able to find her way out of the forest alone. The car had come from a small mud path, but at times she was rather sure the driver had just driven through the wild itself. He pulled her inside and she let out a horrified cry at the sight in front of her. There were 2 dead bodies. A woman and a man in there earlier 30. "Oh god, oh god, oh god." She felt like she was going to be sick. Both of them had been shot in the head and blood was pooling around them, they seemed to have been dead for a while as it stunk horrible. "Oh right, I was meaning to have that cleaned up. Oh well." He didn't seem to be even a little faced as he continued to pull her with him. They walked up two flights of stairs before they stood in what seemed like a bathroom.

It was white and nearly empty, expect for the bath, sink, toilet and chair. He took place on the chair and let her go. "Undress." "What?" The young girl whipped around, praying to god she had misheard him. "I said undress." She backed away until she felt the cold stone of the sink press in her back. "No." she retorted. "Listen here Elizabeth. Either you get undressed or I will undress you." He pulled out his gun, as if to prove a point. When she still didn't make a move to take of her clothes he jumped up, it seemed as if she had enraged him. She tried to duck under his arm and run away but he grabbed her by her brown hair and pulled her back. He grabbed your blue top and ripped it of her. She was shocked by his brutality and his strength and started to struggle. His hand was on the button of her jeans when she cried out. "No, please! I'll do it! I'll do it!" He let go again and sat down, recomposing himself, as if the attack had never happened. "Well go on then. Hurry up." She bend down and started to untie her shoe lasses and kicked of her black all stars. She peeled off her socks and stood back up. Hesitantly she started to undo her pants. Before pulling them down she looked up again pleading, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would change his mind. But with a little gesture of his hand he demanded her to continue. She pushed down her jeans and stepped out of them, immediately covering herself nervously, she hoped that this would be enough for him. He didn't seem aroused, or anything. He seemed bored, she wasn't sure if that was a good sign. "Get on with it. I still have other things to do." She turned around, so she was looking away from him and took of her grey bra. He didn't seem to mind that she wasn't looking at him anymore. When she looked in the mirror at him, he wasn't even really looking at her. With shaking hands she hooked her fingers into her underwear and pulled them down, leaving her completely naked in front of him. "Great, now I am going to give you 15 minutes to shower, go to the toilet and get dressed." he said while he was picking up her clothes. Before Elizabeth could ask how she could get dressed without her clothes, he closed the door and left her. She turned around and saw that there was a little red dress on the chair, with black undergarments. She had to hold back a sob, at least he hadn't violated her, yet...

She stepped into the shower and started to wash herself, desperate to get his smell of. Suddenly she heard the door open and she froze. "8 more minutes." said the familiar and horrible voice before closing the door. She quickly rinsed herself and stepped out of the shower. She started to dry herself of, she quickly put on the bra and underwear, not wanting him to see her naked. They were clearly meant to be sexy and it terrified her that he knew her size. "You have 4 more minutes. Make sure you go to the toilet." it sounded like a threat, so she complied. Afterwards she slipped on her dress. It was tight and it had an open back, she let out a shiver when she looked into the mirror, she looked like some kind of sex doll. "Ready or not! Here I come!" said her kidnapper in a horrible sing song voice. He looked her up and down, and she felt the incredible need to cover herself up. "Great. Now all you need is some make-up and you will look perfect." He placed lipstick and mascara on the sink. "I know you don't wear make-up, but I am sure you will know how to apply this." Carefully she took the lipstick, it was bright red like her dress and put it on. Next she took the mascara, but her hands were shaking so much, she kept on messing it up. With a frustrated grown Moriarty got out of the chair and walked towards her. "Oh god no! Please, I will do it right." She was terrified that he would punish her but he just shushed her and pressed her against the sink. Pinning her body against the cold stone and his. With one hand he grabbed her face and with the other the mascara. "Hold still, and close your eyes." he hissed. His breath felt hot on her skin as he started to apply it. Once he was done he placed it back down and stepped back. "Done!" he grinned, yet again she noticed how fast his mood changed and it send shivers down her back. With a vice grip he took her hand and dragged her trough the corridors.

The floor was cold underneath her feet, he threw open a pair of wooden doors and she stopped in her tracks. The room was huge. It looked like a room out of the middle ages. The ground and floor were draped in a thick carpet which had abstract art forms all over it. Bright sunlight spilled through a huge window, on the wall opposite of the window there was a fire, crackling as it heated up the room. Next to the fire place there were two big, comfortable looking chairs. On the far end of the room there stood a bed, big enough for 3 men to lie comfortably on it. But those weren't the things that made her stand still. There were 3 cages in the room, they were tall and slim, with iron bars and had shackles hanging from them. Two of the cages stood next to each other in between the fire place and the window, the other one was stood just in front of the bed. In the cages there was a small metal box and a bowl.

Clearly displeased with her he forcefully dragged her forward towards the furthest cage. She tried to pull away but the Irish man was having none of it. He let go of her in front of the door and pulled out his gun, he didn't point it at her, but it was a clear warning. Don't be stupid. "Open the door." he commanded. Elizabeth turned and saw a key sticking in the cage, she unlocked it and pulled it open. "Go inside and put on the shackles." On the ground there were two chains tied to the shackles that were meant for her legs. It took a little while to put them on but she managed to figure out how to do it. "Tighter." he growled She fastened them until they nearly hurt. "Good, now your hands." Another pair of chains hung from the top of the cage, here to shackles hung for the end of them. She slipped her left hand in one and fastened it, then doing the same to her other hand. The chains were hanging loosely and allowed her movement, but he clearly put a stop to that. He put his gun away and stepped behind the cage, the end of the chains hung on some levers, he started to pull on them. First on the ones that were connected to her feet. She let out a surprised cry when they were yanked to the sides of the cage, when her feet were touching the cold bars on the far sides of the cage, he secured them. It was a very uncomfortable possession, and she found that she could do very little to make it better. But before she could even say something, he pulled the other two levers, these made her arms shoot up and to the sides. He continued to pull, till she was as stretched as she could. She let out a pained growl when he stopped pulling. She stood on her toes in eagle spread and her entire body was being forced to stay that way. "There we go. All nice and safe." he left the levers and returned to the bed. She forced her head to the side so she could get a glimpse of what he was doing.

He opened a previously unnoticed bag and took out a few objects, a piece of cloth, a metal collar and what looked like some kind of gag. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw these objects, wanting them nowhere near her. But he walked to the door of the cage without a care in the world, he held up the collar first. "You see this? This is to make sure you listen to what I say." he said while fastening it around her neck, tightly. "What, what does it do?" she managed to stutter, however she regretted asking this. He pulled out a little remote and pressed on a button. Immense pain shot through her body as he shocked her. "That." he said with a content grin. He took the cloth and brought it to her eyes. He stood behind her, pressed against her, as he tied it over her eyes. He placed his hands on her hips as he lingered there. Yet again she felt no sexual desire from him, only the wish to terrify her. He placed on of his hands on her jaw and applied pressure. "Open up." not wanting to get shocked again she complied. She felt him shove something plastic in her mouth and tied it to the back of her head. She had been right, it was a gag. "Now, Elizabeth. I am going to get a few friends of mine, you are going to be a good girl and be quiet. You are not going to cry, or the makeup is going to be ruined, you are not going to scream, because it is useless and annoying, and you are not going to struggle, because it will bruise your wrists and ankles. Alright sweetheart?" Elizabeth nodded frantically and flinched when he patted her cheek. She could hear him lock the cage, and heard a curtain being draw, just before he slammed the wooden doors closed he jelled "See you soon!"

And then he was gone, at first she was alone, in the dark and silence and was doing everything she could not to cry. She pulled on her chains, but the attempts were fruitless, she couldn't even get them to move. She tried yelling, but it came out as muffled cry, no one would hear her. She tried to concentrate on breathing and pushing the gag out, but it seemed impossible. She tried to keep it in, but found that she couldn't hold back a soft sob, that was cut short by the gag. Her body started to shake as she cried. It was too much, the darkness, the constant sting of the metal digging in her arms and legs, and the pressure on her neck form the collar. A half hour had most certainly passed since the abduction, it felt like it was ages ago that she was laughing in the streets of London with her family. Oh God, they must be so worried. Her poor brother and sister, they must have been so scared. Her poor parents, they wouldn't know what to do. Surly they had notified the police by now. But if the reputation of Moriarty was true, than they wouldn't find her unless he wanted them to. Did the police know who took her? They would find out soon enough. Would they tell her parents about Moriarty, about his reputation? How slim the chance was that they would get her back. Did her parents have the heart to tell her grandparents and family that she had been snatched by some master criminal and was now held by him. Did her friends know that she was somewhere in England, held by some creep that had promised her the worst pain imaginable. Would she ever get to see them again? Her mother, father, her brother or sister? Her grandparents? Her uncle, aunt and cousins? Her friends and teachers? She cried silently in the darkness, the only sound was of her crying and the crackling of the fire. What would he do to her?

Chapter 3

She felt like she was alone forever when she heard the door swing open. Immediately she stopped crying and held her head up. She could here heavy footsteps enter the room. There were several people entering, for a second she hoped it was the police when she heard the cold Irish voice saying. "Would you close the door Doctor?" She shivered and held back a sob, hoping that he wouldn't notice that she had cried, but she knew the wet blind fold would give her away. "Now gentlemen. If you would be so kind to take a seat in the cages and put on the shackles?" he made it sound like a request but she knew he was pointing a gun at the men. She figured there were two men, seeing as he had told them to get in the cages. Probably Sherlock Holmes, and his trusty doctor John Watson. She heard the rattling of chains and wondered why the men hadn't asked who she was. Where they blindfolded? No, that couldn't be, how would they be able to chain themselves then? Did they know? Maybe they didn't care? Or was she hidden from sight? "What is the matter Sherlock? Why are you so quiet? I was hoping to have a chat with you?" So she had been right, it was them. "What do you want Moriarty?" the British voice was deep and treating, but was met with a chuckle.

"Getting right to business are we? Oh well. You see Sherlock, I wanted to play a game." "I thought we were already playing?" "Well yeah, but it was getting boring!" he said with a nagging tone "Always the same old thing. I mean, adding John was interesting but even that became boring!" he exclaimed. She heard a huff coming from the third man, she assumed that the Doctor disagreed with that statement. But Moriarty continued not caring "But I found a way to make it better!" he sounded like an exited kid, and it made her sick. "Do you want to guess?" His voice had fallen deep as if to challenge Sherlock. For a second there was silence before the detective spoke again. "Who is behind that curtain Moriarty?" Curtain? That was new information. "Who?" It was Dr. Watson who spoke this time. He sounded surprised and worried. "Yes John. Who?" sighed her attacker, as if he was bored with his stupidity. "Moriarty." it was demanding but clearly it didn't bother the criminal even a bit. "Fine fine! I guess you never were all that fond of surprises. He walked towards her and with a loud rattle she heard a curtain being pulled back. "Tada!" he cried out proud to show off his new toy.

She could hear a gasp when the men saw her, she couldn't see them but felt there gaze burning her. "What the hell Moriarty?" she could hear the voice of the John, but before he could continue Moriarty stopped him. "This lovely specimen is Elizabeth, and she is here to spice up the game." "She has nothing to do with the Moriarty! Let her go!" Suddenly her entire body convulsed as he sent a wave of electricity threw her frame. She let out a strangled yell. "Don't continue to annoy me Watson. She will pay dearly for it.""Moriarty." Sherlock demanded his attention "Leave her and John out of this. They are no fun, I thought we were going to play a game? Why do they need to be here?" "Oh Sherly, we need an audience and we were in dear need of a new play toy. Don't tell me you weren't bored. That you didn't want to step it up a little. See how far you can go?"

She heard him open the cage and desperately tried to move back but the chains kept her in place, she felt his soft touch over her blindfold and she took a sharp breath. "Don't you touch her!" but Moriarty couldn't care less about the doctors disapproval. He bent forward till his lips were milometers away from her face and he growled "I thought I told you not to cry." Before Elizabeth could react she felt to sharp punches in her lower abdomen, it knocked the air right out of her and she couldn't even double over. "Moriarty!" it was the detective, clearly not expecting the criminal to get physical. She was mumbling apologizes behind the gag. He ripped of the blind fold with some violence, she continued her rant of muffled sorrys as her eyes adjusted to the light. The fire seemed to be the main source as the sun was starting to set. It had been midday when he took her and now it was nearly dark, in the summer. How long had he had her? He let his fingers slide over her waist as he moved behind her to unclasp the gag. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to. Please." she huffed out gasping for air. "Don't disobey me again." he hissed before turning his attention to the other men. "Ordinary people can be so annoying! Especially the kids. But what are you going to do?"

She studied the men in the cages. They were chained, but there restraints were loose enough for them to move around. To her left was the smaller of the two, his blond hair had been messed up and his blue eyes were full of fury as his glaze was trained on Moriarty. There was a bruise forming on his right cheek, apparently he hadn't gone down without a fight, she was pleased to see that Moriarty had a small cut near his lip. Good. She turned her attention back to the blond, he was wearing a thin white shirt with little square figures and a black pants, he too had been stripped of his shoes and socks. The other man, Elizabeth she assumed that he was Sherlock, was considerable taller. His black curls were still in place, leading her to think Moriarty had approached him with doctor Watson as a hostage. He wore a plain white shirt and a black pants as well, he too was missing his shoes and socks. His blue greenish eyes were trained on Moriarty as well, but she caught a quick worried glance in her way. "I never thought you would stop this low as to abduct a young girl. I thought you had standards." he said icily calm. "Well clearly you haven't been paying attention then Mr. Holmes." he retorted mockingly. "It wouldn't be the first time kids have played a role in my games. Plus I didn't kidnap her, she agreed to come with me."

Elizabeth felt sick to her stomach when he said that, technically he wasn't lying. "What?" exclaimed John as they turned to her. Yet again Moriarty turned his attention to her as he placed an arm around her waist. Every hair on her body stood up as he pulled her closer, straining her arms and legs. "Tell them, pet." She swallowed hard. She didn't want to make eye contact with her fellow captives but, Sherlock's eyes didn't let hers go. "When he took me." it came out as a whisper, barely audible. "Come on darling, speak up." he said as his grip on her waist tighten. "When he took me. He gave me a choice. I could go back to the hotel. Have the rest of my vacation. He would not harm me or my family as long as I kept all of this to myself, but then he would take another girl. Or I could come with him." "And?" he edged on. "And I would feel the worst pain imaginable." she quickly dropped her eyes to the ground as Sherlock filled with pure rage. "That isn't a choice! And you know it!" yelled the doctor furiously "John." "What kid would sentence another kid to such horrors?" "John!" this time it was a little more urgent. "I mean who would do such a thing?" "JOHN!" "What Sherlock!" Before Sherlock could respond she explained, "He is trying to tell you that he kidnapped other girls before this, and they all chose to leave." This made the doctor stop. Surely that couldn't be possible. "4 girls to be exact. They all left and didn't warn the police. Just. Like. That." Moriarty smiled proudly.

"Now, I was planning to start our little game tonight." he announced, her body stiffened and her breath halted, terrified. "But with all the traffic and Johnny boy being so uncooperative, I think we best wait for morning." He leaned in and gave her a little kiss on the cheek, causing the doctor to practically throw him against the bars. Moriarty closed her cage door and locked it. "Good night!" he said before the heavy wooden doors slammed close. Leaving them alone, basking in the flames of the fire.

This is the first part of my story, if you liked it or maybe have a tip please do leave a review! Thanks for reading!