This is just a short chapter, and nothing much REALLY happens, but it makes sense in the next chapter, which will be up soon! I promise. Anyway, enjoy.

Molly wasn't sure what had happened in the past few hours. After Jim had redressed himself, he'd blindfolded her once more before hitting her with something that had caused her to black out.

Her eyes opened in a shockingly white room, the ceiling bold and imposing. There was a pounding in her head where Jim had hit her and she moved to touch it, but found she couldn't move her arms. In fact, her entire body was restrained, attached to a strange stainless steel table, leaving her unable to move more than an inch or two.
"Ah, you're awake.." Molly closed her eyes as she heard his voice, shivering slightly as she remembered her last encounter with him. So he hadn't lied, he really wasn't finished with her yet. His face appeared in her eye line, a fiendish smirk on his lips as he ran a thick riding crop up her body.
"You probably recognise this.." she shook her head and he responded by hitting her pussy with the crop. "Don't lie to me, Molly.. I promise you, it's not worth it."
"I don't-" he hit her again, and she yelped in pain. He chuckled softly.
"Oh I do love your little yelps, Molly.." he smirked and hit her again, purely to provoke a reaction. His eyes ran over her body, his mind coming up with a thousand different things he could do to the pathologist, many of which would leave her permanently scarred. He wondered briefly why Sherlock had never taken advantage of her OBVIOUS crush on him, but then again, the man was so blind to his sexual urges that it was obvious why.

"This is the crop Sherlock once used on a corpse." he watched as Molly shuddered at that thought. Jim Moriarty was hitting her with a riding crop that had been used on a dead man and the thought of it made her cringe, just as Jim had known it would. It was, of course, not the same crop, but it was merely the thought planted into Molly's head that he needed. The fingers of his free hand ran through Molly's hair which hung off the end of the table, before tugging hard, almost pulling the hairs from her head. Molly screamed.

This isn't happening... she thought to herself as she felt the psychopath's fingers yanking on her hair. She tried to concentrate on other things, her mind dancing to thoughts of her family, her cat, Sherlock. Oh Sherlock. Surely he'd notice her absence? Then again, why would he? He didn't notice her presence. But someone would notice, she was sure of it.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sting of leather across her breasts. She screamed out in pain, caught completely off guard. Her instinct was to cover herself, to prevent any further attacks on her poor, tender flesh but her restraints prevented even the slightest movements. Jim traced the outline of her breasts with the crop, before quickly raising it and bringing it down hard across her breasts over and over. Molly cried out in pain, twitching with the force of each blow. Her pale skin was quickly reddening as Moriarty started alternating his blows to each breast, often landing square on her nipples. She bit down on her lip, tears slowly running down her cheeks. Oh he did love to see her cry, he thought to himself as Molly's body began to shake from the pain. He kept whipping her breasts for at least another fifty strokes.

Jim took a step back to admire his handiwork. Molly's breasts were decorated with dozens of criss cross marks, her nipples were puffed, swollen and red. He felt blood shoot to his cock, wanting to fuck this new toy of his, but he resisted the urge. He had other things to do first. First, he had to break her spirit.

His lips ran along the arm closest to her, planting gentle kisses and the occasional bites until he reached her breasts. He took her swollen nipple between his lips, soothing it with his tongue before biting down hard, eliciting a loud scream from Molly's lips. He chuckled to himself, repeating the action on her other nipple.

"Well, Molly Hooper.. I'll be seeing you.." he chuckled, running his hand down her body as he walked from the room, locking the door behind him.