Gah! I'm so terrible for making you wait! I won't lie; I got caught up with the new semester and work that I completely forgot to update! I'm sorry! . But here it is chapter 4! ENJOY!

She lost track of time. Maria knew it had been at least several weeks since she was taken here. The same thing happened everyday. A man twice her size would burst into the room, have his way with her and then leave her on the bed dirty and exposed. It hurt; the men were not gentle with her, though none were as violent as the first man. She had not seen him since, and was thankful for that. After a couple of weeks she started to go numb. She showed no emotion at all, not pain or sorrow. She had become numb. She felt nothing as the men defiled her and hit her. Maria would just lay there and take whatever the men would throw at her.

But she always had something to look forward to. At night when everyone in the building was sleeping, the blue eyed man would come into the room, clean her up, and feed her. He would not give her his name, she respected his privacy and stopped asking after about two weeks. She realized shortly after his first visit that he was not scary. His icy blue stare had become somewhat of a comfort for her. She knew she was safe when she saw those eyes. Maria heard a light knock on the door, letting her know who was about to enter. She sat up in the cot and watched him enter and close the door behind him. She gave him a small smile when he entered.

"How are you feeling today Maria?" His voice was soft and quiet, so no one would hear him. He wasn't supposed to be helping her. Honestly he didn't know WHY he was helping her. There was something in her eyes that drew him in. Jim was correct when he said her eyes were breath taking. They were the reason Jim wouldn't come to check on her. She was mesmerizing. "I'm fine." She tucked her hair behind her ear as she sat up straighter. He looked over her, making sure she was not cut like she had been the first night. When he had reported that one of his men had not only slapped Maria across the face but cut her as well, Jim was not pleased. Jim had shot the man right in his office. Not even caring that blood stained his new rug. Jim didn't like being disobeyed. Still, he went behind Jim's back to take care of this beautiful woman. He knew Jim was going to find out sooner or later, but he felt a comfort in Maria's presence. She was very calming. He pulled out a hot towel and laid it on her thigh where a large hand shaped bruise was forming. She flinched slightly but allowed him to take care of her. Letting the towel rest he pulled out a plate of food and handed it to her. She ate slowly while he pressed the hot towel over the many bruises formed on her body.

Maria watched him as he took care of her. He had become a dear friend of hers and she enjoyed his company. She smiled softly at him when he looked up at her to ask her something. It was peaceful in the room. And the silence between them was comfortable. Maria was about to speak when something unexpected happened. The door burst open loudly and Jim and his two goons stormed into the room. Jim was holding a gun in her right hand as he glared into the room. The blue eyed man stood up, and tried to begin explaining himself, but was cut short when Jim raised the gun and shot him three times in the chest. Maria watched, her eyes wide in horror, and the man who she had grown to trust fell to the grown, blood oozing from his body onto the floor. Maria sat on the cot looking at the body. She was shaking violently but she didn't let a sound escape her mouth. Moriarty looked different from his usual calm and collected demeanor. His eyes were wild was menace and anger. He turned to face her then, the gun still raised. Maria looked up at him, not flinching from the gun as he pointed it at her. "Aren't you going to scream?" His voice was filled with venom. "Aren't you going to cry?" She didn't answer him, just continued to stare at him, her face emotionless. "Stop doing that!" He threw the gun to the ground and stalked over to her, a hard glare on his face. "Don't look at me like that!" He stopped in front of her and leaned in close to her face, their noses almost touching. She could feel his breathe, as he inhaled and exhaled angrily. "Don't give me that look Maria Holmes." Malice dripped from his voice as he said her name. She didn't back down, just continued staring at him. "I said don't look at me like that." He snarled and slapped her across the face. Her cheek flared with red hot pain after he slapped her, but she held back her tears.

She turned back to face him, looking him straight in the eyes. Moriarty stared back at her, their eyes meeting. He could see every emotion she was feeling just looking into her eyes. Pain, terror, misery but what got to him the most was pity. She was pitying him. HIM. Jim Moriarty! That angered him even more. How dare she pity him! He reached down and grabbed her arm angrily and yanked her up, making her fall against his chest. He noted that she quickly stood up straight away from him before he dragged her towards to door. As he opened the door he turned and looked at his goons. "Clean up this mess. I will be moving Ms. Holmes to a new room." He slammed the door behind him and walked down the hall towards an elevator. He entered the elevator and pressed a button. He saw from the corner of his eye that Maria was fixing her robe. He noted to get her something to wear, the robe was getting gross and to dirty to keep on her. The elevator dinged, indicating that they were at the designated floor. He stepped out, still dragging the girl behind him. He walked down the hall and stopped in front of a door. He unlocked the door and led Maria into the new room. He decided it was best to hide her from his men. He didn't want anyone else to touch her and win her trust. His men were supposed to break her and instead that damned man won her trust and gave her hope. He pushed her down onto the bed in the room and walked over to the window that was on the furthest wall. He could feel her eyes on his back as he picked up a small remote and key in a code. He watched as the window got covered by a large metal plate. After the metal plate was secured over the window he placed the remote in his pocket and turned around. She was still staring at him, but he ignored her and left the room, locking the door securely behind him.

Maria, still I shock from what had just happened, looked around the new room. This was much different than the room she had been stuck in the past few weeks, or months, she still wasn't sure. This room looked like an actual bedroom. She was lying on top of a large plush bed. She looked at the walls and noticed that the blue walls matched the comforter on the bed. She got off the bed and walked around. She hadn't noticed before but she felt soft carpet under her bare feet. She walked around the room, touching everything that she came across. A bookshelf that only held about five books, a dresser that had nothing in it. She looked up when a white door caught her eyes. Hesitantly she walked to the door and cracked it open, peeking in. She let the door fall open when she saw it was a bathroom. She walked further in and looked around. Just like the bedroom, it was blue with cream accents. There was a rich gold mirror hanging above the sink. She walked up to the mirror and looked in it. She almost gasped when she saw herself in the mirror. Her hair was matted, and her skin was a sickly pale color. She frowned and looked away, not being able to handle what she was looking at. She ran her hand across the tub as she walked across the bathroom. She began to leave the bathroom when a cabinet in the far corner caught her eyes. She walked over and opened it to find towels, shampoo, conditioner, all kinds of different soaps and other toiletries. She pulled out one of the shampoo bottles and read the label. She set it down on the tub and closed the bathroom door. As she went to lock it she noticed there was no lock. Sighing, she turned on the water to fill the tub.

After the tub was full, she turned the water off and stepped in. She let the hot water sooth her aching body. She hadn't realized the pain she was in until the water hit her body. She sighed and leaned against the back of the tub, closing her eyes. After awhile, she opened her eyes, only to find that her vision was blurry. She had started crying and didn't even realize it. Too tired to try and hold back the tears that she had tried so hard to hide, she allowed them to flow freely down her face. Her body shook, and sobs escaped her lips as she pulled her knees to her chest. She rested her face on the tops her knees and allowed the sorrow to take over her body. She cried and sobbed into her knees until the water went cold around her. She dipped her hair under the cold water and washed her hair before getting out of the tub and wrapping a towel around her body. She left the bathroom and entered the bedroom to be greeted with a pile on her bed. On closer inspection she saw what looked like a men's dress shirt, pants, a hair brush, and an apple. She looked around the room and when she didn't see anyone she slipped into the shirt. She caught a whiff of something so she brought the shirt to her nose. It smelt of cigars and expensive cologne. Surprisingly, the smell was comforting. She picked up the pants and brush on the bed and placed them on the desk by the window then crawled into the bed. She picked up the apple and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed, not trusting her stomach after the day's events. She crawled under the thick comforter and sleep took over her body shortly after.

Well there it is. Hoped you enjoyed it! Please review and let me know what you thought!