Molly lay on the a floor as she opened her eyes she realized her wrists were bound together. As she took in her surroundings she noted that she wasn't anywhere familiar to her. She was in a cold, windowless warehouse. Her mind flashed back to her last memory, Moriarty had brought her here. She didn't know what his intentions were but she knew that he was using her to get to Sherlock. Although a mad man had kidnapped her she trusted Sherlock enough to come and save her.
"Miss Hooper, you are finally awake. Time for fun and games." Called out Moriarty as he made his way towards her. "I would of thought Sherlock would have found you by now, he's probably missing his pet" He reached out and stroked Molly's face she flinched as his fingers brushed against her. "You're very quiet, I guess you weren't expecting me? But if Sherlock could fake his death then surely I could have just as easily. I hope I get a more interesting reaction out of him, you are so boring. However whilst we wait I can entertain myself."
"You will not touch me" Molly whimpered, the thought of his hands on her scared her more than the thought of him killing her.
"Ugh, how predictable. Why would I want the boring Molly Hooper. Sherlock was right about Jim, he was gay as am I. Women are so tedious. Now men in particular intelligent men, such as Sherlock are much more interesting he'd be a challenge. Now Molly what's he like in bed, rumor is that he is no longer a virgin. You took that away."
Molly gazed up at him a bewildered look in her eye. How did he know that she and Sherlock had slept together?
"How did you know?" She asked, still staring at him.
"That doesn't matter, now if you're ready I'd like to play a game" Moriarty grabbed Molly by her neck and slapped her so hard she fell to the floor.
A few hours had passed since Moriarty's 'game', Molly has bleeding and bruised she was shaking from the cold and was terrified that Sherlock wasn't going to come. She was mad at him, he was taking too long. She longed for him to hold her and take her away from this place. She was exhausted and curled up into a ball and fell asleep
She awoke to a huge bang and gun shots, her eyes adjusted just as Sherlock Holmes strode towards her.
"You okay?" He asked as he knelt down to her level taking in her injuries. Sherlock was seeing red, no one hurts his Molly.
"Hello Sherlock, remember me?" Moriarty teased as he entered the room.
"You are a dead man." Sherlock rose, glaring at Moriarty with his gun aimed at his head.
"It's so sweet, you take such good care of your pets. Apart from your last one, heard you broke his heart. Poor John." Moriarty taunted. "It made my game with this one so much fun, each hit would cause more damage and provoke you a little more."
Sherlock moved closed to Moriarty with his gun still aimed his finger twitched on the trigger, he was ready to end this now and end Moriarty.