I do not own BBC Sherlock. This is Rated M for a Reason...
Going To Break Him
By waterrain
Sherlock Holmes received a text message, he raised an eyebrow, and knew that his older brother never texted unless he was unable to talk. John Watson was standing by his side.
Sherlock, Can we meet up? -MH
"This is not Mycroft." Sherlock stated, he glanced at John, and went on to say. "He never does ask to show up."
No, Why would I ever meet up with you? -SH
I really should call you The Ice Man, but you simply do not care about your brother.-MH
Do stop using the initials MH.-SH
The phone ringed and Sherlock answered it. He has a feeling on who is behind this…
"Hello." Sherlock commented calmly.
"Hello, Sherlock. I have your brother's cell phone. He is currently tied up at the moment and enjoying a bit of water." Jim Moriarty commented cheerfully and with one hand splashed a bucket of water onto Mycroft. "He's in his birthday suit. He refuses to say anything to me and I'm thinking of taking it up to the next level."
"Why would I care?"
"You should care for he is your brother. He must know all sorts of things about you. Not to mention he knows government secrets and so on."
"Torture is not an effective method." Sherlock stated simply, his right fist was clenched, and he wondered how his brother was captured.
"I really do not care. I'm having such fun and by the end of it…He'll be screaming, crying, begging, and all too willing to talk. I'm thinking once I break him that I'll sell him as a sex slave. Your dear older brother has many enemies. I'm sure that you will not miss Mycroft. Good bye, Sherlock." Jim Moriarty said calmly and he ended the call.
"What do you think of becoming a sex slave?" He asked Mycroft and did not reply a response. "Your little brother does not seem to care about you."
"He knows caring is not an advantage." Mycroft stated simply before closing his eyes, he has been working on the ropes, and Jim Moriarty smirked at him.
"He cares a lot about that old woman and that man John Watson not to mention that one woman. You are the only one he doesn't give a damn about at all, Sweet heart." Jim Moriarty commented gleefully as he puts on gloves and shoved a finger up Mycroft's hole. "Now, Ice Man. Tell me some government information or tell me about your little brother, Sherlock. Tell me about your's and Sherlock's childhood."
Mycroft remained silent, eyes closed, and he did his best to pretend that he was not really there.
"If not, Mycroft. I'll make you enjoy what I'm doing to you, break you, and sell you off to enemies as a sex slave. I bet they would enjoy it." Jim Moriarty whispered to him. "Either way, I'll win."
"You could ransom me and you would be paid a great amount of money."
"Afterwards I would be killed and all of this would be covered up. No thank you, Ice Man. I prefer my method they are more twisted." Jim Moriarty said cheerfully as he moved another finger inside of Mycroft. "Which hurts more my two fingers inside your ass or your little brother not caring about you?"
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