Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and am not affiliated with BBC Sherlock in any form.

This story takes place post-The Great Game, and features non-consensual sex. Because, let's face it, James Moriarty is a bastard and sweet little Molly Hooper doesn't stand a chance. I imagine in later chapters, there will be some torture, and perhaps an appearance from Moran, but the sex will remain non-consensual. If you have an issue with rape in fanfiction, I'd stay away.

"I don't know anything." Molly Hooper repeated for the fifth time, shaking her head. "He didn't tell me anything. He didn't even tell me who he was. Why am I still here?"
The forensic pathologist was becoming increasingly irriated with Sally Donovan and her ridiculous questions.
"I have told you everything." she stated again, hoping it would get her out of Scotland Yard faster. "He commented on my blog, said he worked in IT. We met for coffee in the canteen, we met the next day for coffee, he came to my house for dinner, met my cat and we watched Glee. He told me nothing about who he was, just that he worked in IT and was from Dublin. And then I told him about Sherlock, and he said he wanted to meet the man who had ignored me for years, despite my attraction to him. So I introduced them, and Sherlock deduced that he was gay. After I confronted Jim, I didn't see him for dust. But he really DID work in IT. I knew his manager. He'd worked there for years. Apparently."
"And that was the last time you saw Moriarty?"
"Jim" Molly corrected Donovan. She wasn't sure why. Then again, she did. She didn't like the idea that she'd been socialising with a psychopath who had strapped explosives to people just to play a game with Sherlock, even though she didn't know it. Moriarty was a psychopath. Jim had just been a lovely IT worker who'd taken advantage of a lonely pathologist.
"Can I go now?" she asked Donovan.
"Well I'm done with my questions, but I think Lestrade wants a word.." Donovan rose from her seat and made her way to the door while Molly silently cursed the stupid woman with her ridiculous curls and an attitude that was far too stuck up to be a successful police officer. What the hell was Lestrade doing, keeping her on the team? The only person worse than her was that bloody Anderson.

Molly stared at herself in the mirror, shaking her head. This was all far too much. She couldn't sleep, couldn't think. Everytime she did, it came back down to Jim and this ridiculous situation she'd somehow gotten into. Lestrade had offered to station someone outside of her flat, in case Moriarty should come back for her, but she'd turned down his offer. What was the point? Jim wasn't going to come back for her, she'd meant nothing at all to him. She hadn't even really succeeded in getting him close to Sherlock. Seemed she was useless even without realising it.

She began brushing her hair, slowly running the large, flat brush through the strands until she was satisfied with the end result. That was the issue with long hair, it always tangled far too easily. She pulled it back into a ponytail, put on her ridiculous pjs, a vest top and shorts combo, splashed some cold water on her face and slipped into bed.

She woke with a start and glanced around the room, the darkness almost suffocating her as she panted heavily. Her dreams had been plagued with.. something terrifying.. She couldn't remember them and they were fast fading. But something had woken her up, and she couldn't work out what it had been. Her eyes scanned the darkness, trying to focus on shapes and shadows and it was then that she realised she was cold. Why was she cold? The room had been toasty and warm when she'd gotten into the bed. Her eyes flew to the window, the open window, the window she had not opened. Or had she? She must have. She pulled herself out of bed and moved to shut the window, cursing as her bare feet made contact with the broken piece of lamp that lay scattered on the floor in front of it.

"Jesus, Toby.." she grumbled, instantly blaming the cat for the broken object. But she'd clean that in the morning, she decided as she pulled the window shut and drew the curtains. It was then that she sensed the other person in the room, but it wasn't as though she had the ability to do anything about it at that point. She could feel them stood behind her, practically pressing against her back. She began to make a noise, only to have a hand forced over her mouth.

"I wouldn't, if I were you.." that smooth Irish voice whispered in her ear and she shivered, closing her eyes.
This wasn't happening. It's just a dream. You'll wake up in a second, Molly, and find out you've just left the tv on in the sitting room, or something.
But when she opened her eyes again, she was still exactly where she'd been.

"If you scream, I swear I will slit your throat.." Jim hissed as he dragged Molly backwards, moving to flick on the bedroom light. The room instantly filled with light and Molly closed her eyes once more as the sudden brightness began to sting. When they opened again, she had been plunged into darkness and Jim was tying something black and silky around her head.
"What-" she began to speak, only to feel his hand smack her face, so hard that she tasted blood.
"Shut the hell up, Molly.." Moriarty growled, before laughing softly, a laugh full of madness. She'd never heard that before. When he was playing 'Jim from IT', she'd found his laugh so completely endearing. Now, it sent a cold shiver down her spine.
Jim's hands ran quickly over her body, and she flinched, biting her lip.
"You're gay.." she blurted out, bracing herself for the slap that would no doubt come. Instead, she merely got another bout of Jim's manic laughter.
"Wherever did you get that impression?"
"Sh-sherlock" she stammered, fighting the urge to cry. This was ridiculous, but she refused to cry in front of this madman. "He said you were gay, you know that, I told you that.. Jim please leave me alone." The laughter again. She froze.
"I'm not gay, darling.. I merely played gay to make a fleeting impression on your detective friend. And to break your little heart of course" he chuckled, moving her backwards until she could feel the edge of her bed behind her. "Molly.. I'm the kind of man who takes what he wants when he wants it. And right now, I want it from you"
"No.." Molly breathed. There was no way she would give herself willingly to this madman.
"Oh darling.. It's funny that you think you have a choice.."

With that, he gripped Molly by the throat, forcing her backwards onto the bed. She yelped and struggled, but was quickly rewarded with another slap to the face. She couldn't believe this was happening, this had to be a nightmare, this couldn't really be happening. She felt Jim tugging at her clothes, ripping away the material, not at all concerned about whether or not she ever wanted to wear them again. She felt the cold air causing her nipples to harden, and heard Jim chuckling softly. Suddenly, she became quite relieved in a funny little way, she realised as he ripped away her ridiculous shorts, that she couldn't see him, that she didn't have to look him in the eye throughout this ordeal. Yes, it meant he had the element of surprise, he could do anything and she'd never see it coming, but he wouldn't have to look into his soulless eyes while he did whatever he was about to do to her, and she knew that that look would be the thing that haunted her.

Jim chuckled softly as he looked over her body. She'd stopped struggling, and now lay quivering, her body language begging him to leave her be. Not that he'd listen.
"Oh Molly.. you really shouldn't believe everything people tell you, you know.." he whispered harshly as he unbuckled his belt, placing the thick metal strap between his teeth as he moved to grab her wrists. Placing his knees either side of her waist, he secured her wrists with his belt, attaching them to the headboard. She winced at this as the thick leather began cutting into the delicate skin around her wrists, which Jim thought looked delicious. He could definitely get used to that.
"You're very attractive when secured like this, you know.." he chuckled, raking his nails down her stomach, doing his very best to hurt her. Molly bit her lip, he assumed it was to keep from screaming, but he didn't actually care. His fingers moved between her legs, toying lightly with her folds as he bent forward, taking a nipple between his lips and biting down hard. She wanted to scream, but the noise caught in her throat and mingled with a sob

"James, please.." she begged, her voice becoming almost hysterical as he let her nipple drop from his mouth "Please stop.."
"Keep talking, Molly, and I'll have to gag you.." he smirked, taking her other nipple and giving it the same treatment. His fingers continued brushing over the curls that covered her folds, occasionally dipping between her lips and feeling the dryness between them. She was terrified, he could see that, but somehow that made it more delicious.

After a few minutes of toying with her, Moriarty began kissing and biting his way down her body, making sure his teeth pierced her skin every so often. She twitched and winced, but the threat of a gag kept her quiet until he moved between her legs, spreading them as wide as he could. His tongue ran gently over her clit, and she very nearly moaned, her body responding to his treatment despite the fact that her brain was screaming. It didn't last long, however, as he moved to grip her sensitive nub between his teeth. She couldn't help herself. She screamed. He knew she would.

"Oh dear.. Silly little girl can't do as she's told" Jim did his best to sound disappointed as he picked up the short's she'd been wearing to bed, forcing the material into her mouth. "Spit that out, and I promise you, you'll regret it.." he chuckled as he pushed down his trousers.

There was nothing that could have prepared Molly for the feeling of Jim pushing 8 inches of himself into her almost completely dry vagina. She screamed against the material in her mouth as she felt him forcing himself into her, his nail digging into her thighs. He smirked to himself. He'd gotten her wet enough that he wasn't at all uncomfortable, and yet he knew Molly was in a lot of pain, he could see the pain written over every inch of her body, and he revelled in it. His fingers raked down her body once more as he moved to bite and tug on her nipples once more, alternating between each of them as his finger pressed against her clit.

Molly's head shook on the pillow as she tried to pretend it wasn't happening. The size of him was bigger than she'd ever had before, not that she was all that experienced anyway, but he was stretching her and it was ever so painful. She cried out repeatedly into the gag in her mouth, but his continuous attention on her clit was making her body respond in ways she didn't want it to. He moved to grip hold of her hips once he was satisfied with how wet she was, pounding against her with such force that he knew she would be bruised for days.

Jim groaned with animalistic lust as his fingernails split the skin on Molly's hips. He was getting close to the edge as he looked down at her bruised and scratched nakedness before him, but it wasn't enough for him at that moment. With a smirk, he pulled off the blindfold and Molly blinked at the light, and shuddered as she looked up at the face of the devil. Her eyes closed again, and he gripped her throat tightly.

"Keep them open" he hissed, his eyes staring into hers, the dark emptiness in them causing her to shiver with fear. His hand remained around her throat as his movements quickened, his eyes remaining constantly fixed upon hers, a wicked grin on his face. He reached his climax with a growl, pushing himself deep into her.

She watched him as he pulled up his trousers, fixing himself up and slipping on his suit jacket, his eyes raked over her naked form as she quiverred with fear and cold. She could feel his semen dripping down her thigh as she closed her legs, and sobbed softly to herself. He leaned across, pulling the material from her mouth with a smirk.
"Untie me.. Please.." she begged, looking up at the mad man as he loomed over her, his fingers running over the leather of his belt. "You got what you wanted.. please.."
"Oh no, Molly.." Jim chuckled softly, moving to release her hands from his belt "I'm not done with you yet.."