Herrow! Here is chapter 9! Thanks goes out to amirizar2003, magicstrikes, and thatweasleygirl27 for reviewing often! Please enjoy!
Molly's POV
I somehow managed to fall asleep in this god awful chair. I was awoken when someone brushed the hair out of my face. I jolted out of the darkness of my dreamless sleep and I moved my face away from his hand. He yanked my hair back so I was staring up at the ceiling. He towered over me with a look of satisfactory written across his face, "Good morning, Molls. How did you sleep?"
I didn't answer him and looked away.
He yanked my hair again and made me look at him. "What's wrong?" he looked down at me with a sad look on his face.
I started with my voice low, "You are an absolute git," I strengthed my voice and started yelling at him, "You are a sadistic little bastard and I hope you rot in hell!"
He laughed lightly and let go of my hair. He walked in front of my chair and stopped, facing me. He gave me a small smile before he almost immediately changed to being completely serious, "You shouldn't say such mean things. It hurts my feelings."
In a quick, swift movement, he slapped me across the face with his right hand so hard it left a cut. I cried in pain and I looked back up at him. Without warning he now slapped me with his left hand the same way but harder and left an even bigger cut. Hot tears ran down my face and he laughed in amusement.
Before he could say something creepy I spoke up in a serious tone, "Sherlock's coming. When he gets here he will save me and beat your stupid ass to death."
He laughed at the absurdity, "I'm stupid? You girl, are stupid. How do you know Sherlock is coming to save you and," he stopped and tried to imitate my voice, "Beat my stupid ass?"
I stared blankly at him, not giving him a response. I can't tell him it was Thomas. That would put Thomas's family in trouble and I can't do that.
"Let me guess. It was Thomas."
"What are you talking about? Who's Thomas?" I asked, lying about my knowledge of him.
"Oh, Molly. You were always such a bad liar. Even when you broke up with me, I knew why," he laughed at my obliviousness, "Thomas isn't trying to help you and he never was. He has always been helping me, you dumb girl." He looked at his watch and then back up at me, "Sherlock is currently in the trunk of a car, on his way here. Thomas led him into a trap and is bringing him here as we speak."
My eyes flickered with anger and I looked at the floor, silently sobbing.
"Oh, Molly," he said and kneeled in front of me, "Don't worry. You're going to die first."
He stood up and took a step closer to me, closing the gap between us. He towered over me and punched me square in the face, probably breaking my nose in the act. Before I could react, he punched me left and right over and over and over again. One of his punches made contact with my left eye and everything went dark. I could now only see out of my right eye and I presumed my left eye was now swollen shut. He took a break and cracked his fingers one by one.
"Honey, I'm just getting started."
I flinched as he started for another punch but he stopped himself and laughed. He took a breath and walked over to his cart of tools. He wheeled it over next to me and picked up a scalpel. He took the long way around and strode around the cart and stopped at my side. He crouched down and he put his cold hand on my shoulder, pulling my loose fitting pajama top down off the side of my shoulder. He dug the scalpel into my skin and I screamed in pain. It felt like it went on for ages before he stood up and looked at the carving in my skin. I looked down and my upper arm was engraved sloppily with the letters, "I-O-U." I remembered when Sherlock was muttering those letters when he was working in the lab a couple days ago. It was now clear to me that it was a message that Moriarty gave to Sherlock in the past.
"It's just a little message for Sherlock when he arrives. He'll understand what it means. It doesn't really serve any purpose anymore but it hurt, didn't it?"
He walked in front of me and set the bloody scalpel down with a clatter. He picked up a rag and wiped off his slightly bloody hands. My arm stung painfully and I could feel my blood dripping down my arm and onto the floor. I could hardly move my face without sending a shock of pain to my eye or my nose. I was still crying out of it though so I guess it isn't as bad as I thought.
Moriarty grabbed a mirror out of one of the drawers of the cart and held it up for me. I could hardly recognize myself and I looked away from the ugliness that reflected back at me. He laughed and returned it back to the drawer and closed it. He threw another punch to my face and I screamed in pain again as it broke my nose further and cut my lip. He was about to throw another punch before a sound came on out of nowhere. The song Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees emanated from somewhere and I noticed a light came on in Moriarty's pocket. He reached into it and grabbed his phone. He rolled his eyes out of instinct and picked up the phone.
"What do you want?-Yes, and?-I don't care how far away you are, just get here!-" he hung up the phone and rolled his eyes again.
"It seems like your little boyfriend is going to be here any minute now. How is he supposed to rescue you if he's been captured too?" he said with a small pout of confusion. He snapped his fingers and his eyes went wide, "Oh, yeah. That's right. He's not!" Moriarty yelled in my face and walked over to the door, turned around and leaned on it.
"Let's wait. Do you want to play a game?"
I looked at the floor and again chose not to play into his tricks. He laughed and stayed silent for the rest of the time. I looked at the floor or down at my bare feet and I could see him stare at me out of the corner of my eye. He never once took his eyes off of me until the creaking of the warehouse door opening and closing, sounded throughout the building.
Moriarty turned around promptly and looked out the small window. He turned back around with a beaming smile on his face, "Looks like our audience has finally arrived."
He clapped his hands in excitement and turned the lights off.
I couldn't see anything, the room was total obscurity. Out of nowhere a cold scalpel threatened my neck. I jolted and the knife dug a little into my skin. His hot breath gusted against my ear as he spoke, "Don't worry. It's just for dramatic effect. You aren't afraid of the dark, are you?"
"Where is he? Where's Sherlock? What are you going to do to him?"
Molly, dear. You don't get to ask the questions." He dug the scalpel into my neck and a new trail of blood lagged down my neck. I screamed in pain and I heard a door slam somewhere to my right. It wasn't in my room but a room next to me in the direction of a large pane of glass that connects my room and the next room over.
"Who- who's that? Sherlock? Sherlock! Sherlock!" I screamed over and over again.
Moriarty walked away and the next time I saw him he flicked on the lights. He stood there with a large smirk on his face and motioned for me to look to my right. I hesitantly turned my head and saw Sherlock on the other side of the glass with his hands pressed up against it. His face flushed with horror and anger and tears almost automatically streamed down his face as he looked at me up and down.
His eyes fell back down on mine and he shouted, "Molly?"
BOOM! I'm so mean for the cliffhangers and what Moriarty's doing to Molly. Poor Molly :( Please review! It will make me smile as menacing as Moriarty! ;))
