Chapter 1
Sherlock blinked his eyes open. His vision was blurred and he couldn't quite make sense of where he was, what time it was or anything for that matter. Where was he? He was in a seated position with his head hanging heavily from his shoulders, unable to lift it as he tried to focus his vision. The light in the room was rather bright, and he moaned as his head and eyes began to pound under its intensity.
"Ah! Sherlock!" The hauntingly familiar voice sounded off from another part of the room. Sherlock could hear the stomach turning pleasure in his voice. "Well" he giggled lightly "at least one of you is awake – but I'm afraid we can't start the party without all of our guests now, can we?" Sherlock could almost hear the crooked smile on Jim Moriarty's face as he spoke, sending shivers down Sherlock's spine.
Sherlock lifted his head with great strain, focusing his eyes on the figure that approached him. "Well – if it isn't the world's favourite consulting criminal" Sherlock rolled the words off of his tongue with every ounce of sarcasm he could muster up, flashing the creature a half hearted smile. He turned his focus back down to where he was seated. Sherlock's hands and ankles were bound to the wood of the chair with thick rope, his torso also bound to the back of the chair with a thick, Velcro strap which he assumed that Jim bought for the occasion.
With Sherlock's evaluation of his own situation, he turned his attention to the rest of the room. He lifted his head again with great strain to his neck and glanced around the room. His living room. Nothing had been moved that he could see, but his view was limited due to being confined to his chair. He continued to survey the room, craning his neck to see as much of the room as possible, when two cold hands gripped his around the arms of the chair. "Hello, Sherlock"
Sherlock stared into the dead eyes of the monster that stood before him, baring it's teeth in an almost snarling manner. "Hiii" it sang into Sherlock's ear, causing him to blink rapidly as head drummed under the monster's raw. "Do you want to play a game Sherlock?" Jim bellowed inched away from Sherlock's face "Not right now thank you." Sherlock replied bluntly.
Jim smiled, a twisted smile that made Sherlock's face pale. "I hoped you'd say that." Jim whispered, the smile never leaving his face. "I wonder if the Doctor wants to play?" he said, spinning the chair in which Sherlock was bound to face the desk in the corner of the room. John was bound to the leg of the desk, his wrists and ankles also bound with the same thick rope and Sherlock's blue scarf tied around his eyes. His body seemed limp and his breathing was slow.
Sherlock's heart stopped and he could feel a cold shiver running through his body at the sight of his helpless companion. "I'll play!" Sherlock quickly replied "Leave him out of this. I'll play your little game!" Sherlock almost shouted to the monster as he approached John. "Aw, too late now Sherlock. You already backed out now." Jim pulled a knife from his pocket and squat down in front of John. "You're more than welcome to watch though." Jim smiled at Sherlock before focusing on John who was still unconscious on the floor.
"Aw, he's cute when he's sleeping." Jim barely let the words leave his lips before slapping John hard across the face to wake him up. Sherlock flinched as he heard the connection of the monster's hand coming into contact with his friend. John shook to consciousness, moaning as he tried to gain some sense of reality. "Wakey wakey Doctor Watson". John froze as he heard the shrill voice inches away from him. "…fuck" John whispered, his head pounding as his grasp of reality started to return.
Sherlock struggled in the chair, trying to free himself of the ever tightening grasp of the rope that bit at his skin. He began to panic as the monster edged the knife closer to John's torso. "No!" Sherlock yelled towards the monster on the floor "Don't touch him!" The monster barely glanced at Sherlock before returning his attention to the Doctor. "Oh? Not one for sharing are we Sherlock?" The hungry smile returned to Jim's lips as he pressed the cold steel of the knife against John's neck. "Now I wouldn't move if I were you Doctor. Wouldn't want to make a mess."
Jim knelt in front of the Doctor and placed his hand roughly onto John's thigh, grazing his hand slowly over it. Sherlock's gaze never left Moriarty's hand as it lay on John's thigh and slowly moved up so that Jim had a firm grip on the Doctor's waistband. "Don't! Jim, please don't!" Sherlock begged from across the room. This caught Moriarty's attention, but he did not move his position. "Oh! The great and heartless Sherlock Holmes begging? For what? His property to be left alone, or the dignity of his…friend?" Moriarty didn't care for the answer as he stared at John's lips.
Sherlock saw the hunger in Moriarty's eyes as he looked at John's lips, knowing the move that he was about to make. Sherlock was sweating, his fists clenched as he yelled out again. "Don't! Jim, don't you dare! Please! I'm begging you!" Jim merely chuckled and replied "Let's see how you like this." Jim leaned towards John, starting to close the gap between then. Moments before their lips collided Sherlock yelled out "John!"
Sherlock woke up in bed, panting heavily as he struggled against the tangle of sheets that snaked around him. He abruptly sat up and stared at the wall ahead of him, his heart racing in his chest.