Smack!
'Idiot!'
Smack! Molly knew the second blow was coming- hell she expected it but then that didn't make any difference to the way the pain shot through her, the pain that came with the crack of Jim Moriarty's left hand against her cheek..
'I'm sorry Jim..' she began her voice struggling to come out even.
'You will be!' he hissed, his fingers gripping against her throat, her head hitting the wall with a dull thud. She watched as Jim leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered exactly what he was going to do to her, in detail.
'…they won't even find your body. They won't even know your dead or would it be fun to sent them bits? The odd finger or eye?' a bubble of hysterical laughter stuck in her throat as she faced her capture, staring right into his eyes. Unblinking..
'Aren't you pleased? I've put so much thought into the matter but I could just strangle you now and leave your body for the neighbours to find in a couple of days but were's the fun in that?'
Molly felt sick. She felt disgusted with her self, disgusted that she was enjoying this on some level.
'Ooh now that's interesting! Your actually enjoying this!' Jim practically giggled with excitement. 'Shall we play Miss Molly Hooper?'
'Yes..' she had no idea what she was agreeing to but she just couldn't make her self say no, couldn't make herself beg him to let her go. No Molly wanted more, she wanted more pain, more hurt of that she was sure.
Molly Hooper wanted scars.