Hello guys and girls! I'm am really sorry. I know I said I would publish at least once every so many months or weeks and I also know I didn't keep my promise. Life got in the way, okay mostly school. It was the end of the school year, one of the busiest. So I just didn;t have any time left to write... But now it's my summer holidays so I'VE GOT TIME TO WRITEEEEE! I hope you like it and sorry for the feels in one of the paragraphs, I just had to... Bye for now and please review :)

While I'm lying next to James I've completely tensed up. I'm trying to relax, reminding myself that he's still asleep, that if I act as if I'm asleep he won't notice me, but nothing is helping and I'm starting to panic. I slowly turn around, trying not to make any noise that could wake him up but as I look at him, I can see his brown, almost black eyes staring at me. My eyes grow big and I move back, away from him. But I moved a little too fast too far back and fall of the bed.

I can hear him chuckle as I lie there, next to the bed on the floor. I'm too scared to actually get up and suddenly I can see James' head peep over the side of the bed, "Are you going to stay there or are you joining me in the bed again?" He says with a mischievous grin. "I think I'd prefer the floor rather than the bed, thank you," I say, trying my best to sound irritated. "Okay then, next time I'll let you sleep on the floor." "Wha- There isn't going to be any next time if I can stop it!" I say, objecting to what he says and to what my mind actually wanted to say. "Then I'll have to get you drunk again, you were rather willing when you were drunk yesterday, almost like you are suppressing your real feelings right now…" He hit the nail on the head, but he doesn't need to know that. "That's just what you want it to be, but too bad for you, because it isn't true. And even if it was true, it's impossible. You're my uncle's biggest enemy, we can never ever be anything. The moment they find me they'll keep me hidden so well even you won't be able to find me." I start to ramble on so I shut up before I really tell him how I feel.

He smiles and I can see that he knows. "Oh well, don't be so certain about that, I ALWAYS get what I want, no matter the trouble I have to go through, so don't worry about that, little mouse." I shudder at his words, knowing they are true. My feelings are confusing me, on one side I want to run as far away from him as possible, knowing he's the most dangerous man walking this planet and the archenemy of my family. But on the other hand, I actually like this danger, never knowing what will happen and never knowing when it all ends. I start to think, why am I feeling all of this? That man kidnapped me, for mercy's sake! But the stream of thoughts is soon disturbed by a hand on my shoulder and I get pulled back to reality.

Still thinking about my uncle I know I have to do everything to push James as far away as possible, no matter how much it'll hurt him or me. I put on an angry façade and push his hand away with force. "I said, I don't feel anything for you and I never will. And I'm not your little mouse! Leave me alone, I thought you kidnapped me so stop acting like this!" As I say this I can see the hurt in his eyes quickly turning to anger and I get up and almost run to the door, knowing it's a bad time to actually be in the same room as he is now. But when I open the door it's locked and there's no key to open it. "You know, I locked the door so Sebastian wouldn't interrupt us, so we had more privacy. But now I'm glad I locked the door so he can't come barging in and stop me from murdering you or at least torture. You should've known better than to cross me, especially when you're in my room. Oh well, more FUN for me now…" When I hear him say this I shudder and frantically look around the room to see if there's any other exit.

But there's nothing to help me, then I suddenly see a window that's ajar and I make a run for it, hoping to reach the window before James can react. But the hope is in vain, just before I can reach the window I feel an arm wrapping itself around my waist and throwing me on the bed. My head hits the wall, causing me to be temporarily disorientated, to James' advantage. He walks over to one of his closets and grabs something from inside. He walks over to me with a rope and ties my hands together to one of the four posts of his bed. I try to struggle and kick my way out but he's way stronger than he looks and he easily overpowers me, hence I'm helpless. He can quickly tie my legs together as well, this way I'm completely left to his mercy.

As I lie there, looking him straight in the eye, I think about my father who will probably be sick with concern, doing anything in his power to find me. And Sherlock who hasn't ever seen his brother so worried that he uses all his contacts to find me, thinking it's just someone who has a grudge against Mycroft or someone who wants to make a statement against England. And then John, John probably is soothing Mycroft now, telling him that I'm alright that they'll find me soon, that I will be safe and that I'm unharmed. If only they knew, I should've warned them! I shouldn't have gone outside that damned night! I'm so stupid now, I can't even defend myself against Moriarty, even though my father taught me how to defend myself. I'm hopeless. I close my eyes and feel a tear running down my cheek. Suddenly I hear James chuckle, "How pathetic, first acting all tough but when in danger, you just break down. Well then, shall we start?" My eyes shoot open when I feel something cold against my bare stomach since my hands are tied down above my head, my shirt went up so now my stomach is exposed. I first look at Moriarty who is smirking as a madman who just got a new toy.

I look down and see him dragging a knife over my stomach. I suddenly feel nauseous, seeing how there's no way out except for enduring the pain. My face turns into a pained expression when he pushes the knife down harshly, causing a cut to appear and bleed. I swallow my scream when he slowly drags it farther up, causing an even bigger wound. "No no no, don't do that. I want to hear your screams and all the other sounds you'll make. Otherwise, it's no fun at all and then, maybe I should end it immediately." He says after seeing me holding back a scream. I stare at him with big eyes, "Thought so too. Now let me continue…" As he says this he rips my shirt off with the knife, exposing my bare chest and, luckily, my black bra. I close my eyes once again, not being able to look at what he's going to do to my chest. But just as I feel the knife pressing against my ribs, a small droplet of blood trickling down my side, he suddenly pulls away.

I slowly open one eye, trying to see why he stopped, only to see him reading something on his phone. "For fuck's sake! No! Why does he always have to ruin everything! It's too damn early!" He types something and puts the phone to his ear, "Yes Sebastian, it's me... Can you throw out the bait that puts him on the wrong track?... YES AS SOON AS POSSIBLE DOOFUS!... No, not yet, we're going to the other house now... Meet you there?... Bye."

As he ends the call he looks at me and walks over to me again. "Well then little mouse, your uncle Sherly figured out it is me so now we have to go to my other house to make sure he doesn't find you too quickly. As much as I would've liked us to play more, we really have to go soon. So I'm going to untie you now and you're just going to lie still and wait until I tell you to move otherwise you will face much worse consequences than what you had to face just now. Understood?" He looks at me with a stern look and all I can do it turn my face away from him and nod. He roughly unties my arms and legs and takes a step back. I slowly rub my wrists, which hurt, but I don't try to get up, scared of what will happen. "Good girl, now run along to your room and put on something that isn't ripped. We'll leave in one hour and I don't want to have to come and get you. I'm already in a bad mood, I don't want you to make it even worse."

I slowly rise and move away from the bed, every step hurting my stomach and chest, but I just keep walking to my room. Once arrived there I go over to the bathroom to look at my wounds. The one on my stomach is pretty deep but not life threatening so I first clean it, carefully not to hurt myself. And then I just rip off a piece of one of my shirts from the closet and wrap it around my waist tightly. The one on my ribs is shallow and not bleeding anymore so I only clean it and let it be after that. When finished I'm throwing some water in my face to calm down.

As I look at the time I can see I only have twenty minutes left so I put on a black dress which reaches my ankles and is made in a somewhat Greek style. I grab some matching high heels from the closet and put them on. They're also black but with lots of straps and a cute flower on top of the toes. I brush my hair again and put it in a high ponytail. With another fifteen minutes left I'm starting to think. I still got time left and we're about to leave this place. That means Sherlock is close to figuring out I'm here… I'll leave a message for him to find so he knows I'm still alive! But James will definitely find it again, and that way I won't be able to deliver it to my uncle… But I still have to try it.

I walk over to the left wall and start to pull at the wallpaper in the right corner. When I have pulled away enough of the yellow wallpaper, I walk over to the bathroom and grab some eyeliner, it isn't ideal but it's all I have now. I walk back to the wall and crouch down before I start writing I check the door to be sure no one sees me writing this, when I'm sure of it, my focus goes back to the wall before me. I start writing on the wall: 'Moriarty is back. I'm unharmed, mostly. Going to a different house. He's got help from 'Sebastian'. You're getting close, they'll bait you.' I don't have enough time left to write more than this so I get up and put the eyeliner back where I found it. Back at the wallpaper, I try my best to straighten it against the wall again, but not completely so Sherlock can find it. According to the clock on the wall, I only have 3 minutes left so I move away, towards the door to go downstairs. I'm silently wondering what happened that I willingly walked towards my kidnapper who is about to move me to a different, even more, remote location probably.

James is already waiting in the dining room, impatiently checking his phone. When he sees me he stares at me with some admiration in his eyes but it's soon to be replaced by his anger from what I said to him not so long ago. "Good you are finally here, I was about to come and pull you out of that room myself. But that won't be necessary now, do you want to drink anything before we go?" I look at him suspiciously but accept the cup of tea anyways. While I'm sipping my tea, James keeps looking at me. When I'm halfway through the tea I start to feel a kind of dizzy. "wha-what's happening? I don't feel well, something's wrong. Di-did you drug me?!" Moriarty only smirks and takes the teacup from my hands so it doesn't fall down. "I'm sorry little mouse, but otherwise you would know where we were going and I don't want that. Sweet dreams~" As I fall down he catches me before I hit the floor and the last thing I see before everything turns black is his devilish grin.

Upon waking, the bright light hurts my head and it feels like tens of thousands of people have been partying in my head. I grab my head and sit up, my stomach hurts like hell but I sit up anyway. The first thing I notice is that I'm lying in a hospital bed, I'm hooked up to all kinds of machines I wouldn't know the name of even if I tried. Then, as I'm looking to my left, I can see Mycroft, my father sitting on one of those really uncomfortable chairs next to my bed and Sherlock is sitting next to him. Tears start to well up in my eyes at the sight of them, after this traumatic, frightening experience with Moriarty. I try to hug my dad and Sherlock but I can't get to them, it's like every time I move towards them, every time I reach out to them, they move back, away from me. I try to yell their names, tell them to look at me but my voice won't reach. I start to cry from desperation but my attention gets pulled towards the doctor that walks into the room, Mycroft and Sherlock still looking at me. As I focus on the doctor I suddenly recognise the sly grin and try to warn my dad but I still can't so the only thing I can do is watch as Moriarty plunges a dagger right through Mycroft's heart, the life slowly fading out of his sad and worried eyes as Moriarty stabs him once again. And how Sherlock, who tried to save his brother, is being shot by Sebastian. He slowly looks down at the bullet wound before falling down, losing blood too fast to be saved. I break down in tears and trying to get up and go to dad but I can't. Moriarty and Sebastian stand in between him and me as I hear him say his last words "Not… My… Daughter…". Moriarty laughs manically and the two of them charge at me and right before they attack I bolt up, awake from this nightmare.

I look around and see that I'm in a way smaller room than my room in the villa. It's also much darker, the walls are grey, the curtains on the left side of the bed I'm currently lying in are black, the only thing with colour is the bed, a bright green colour, completely standing out between the dark colours. But taking a closer look, I can see the curtains have a hint of green in them as well. Also, there is a painting of a beautiful white rose on the wall the headboard of my bed is against. On the wall opposite of me, there are two doors, one for a bathroom again probably and the other leading to a hallway. Which one is which, I don't know yet. The only thing I'm missing from the room I had before is the wardrobe. With a rapid knock on the door, all my attention is pulled to the left door of the two. I sit up straight and wait for the person on the other side of the door to come in. Somewhere I hoped James came in, but I've got disappointed when I saw the Henchman Sebastian come in.

"Oh good, you're awake again. How are you feeling? Do you like this new place you're staying in?" He smirks and leans against the wall.

I roll my eyes and sigh, "I am awake, how amazing that you noticed that!" He moves closer to my bed and towers above me.

"That's some strong talk from someone who's been kidnapped and still has to rely on us to stay alive. I'd tone it down a whole lot if I were you."

I smirk, "Well, you still need me alive to get to Sherlock and my dad. So you can't hurt me now, can you."

Sebastian's expression turned sour for a moment but then he grinned just as devilish as James can, "But darling, that I can't kill you doesn't mean I can't hurt you…" As I gasp he walks back towards the door but stops right before leaving. "Right, James said he advises you to stay in your room tonight, if you don't there will be consequences, for both you and me so I'd better stay there." And with that, he left.

As Sebastian walks out of my room, my head starts running off in many different directions, why would James want me to stay in my room? Why would there be consequences for him as well? And will Sherlock get my message?