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Adler had breezed into the room dropping her coat into Lily's arms. Tempted to tear it to shreds, she carefully hung the coat up by the door, noticing the perfume it had been doused in, making her want to gag a little. Jim had already started chatting away with her, offering her a seat on the plush sofa.
"Will you fix us drinks pet?" Moriarty called to Lily, who had slowly walked back into the room. "Of course Jim! A scotch for you? And something nice and sour for our guest?" She smiled sweetly. Adler laughed, "I think a scotch will be fine for me too...Solitaire." Lily simply nodded and headed over to the drinks cabinet. Her hands were shaking as she poured the drinks, and filled up a glass of water for herself, gulping down half of it. She placed the drinks in front of them, avoiding both of their eyes. She could feel anger already radiating from Jim, but she didn't care. Adler was not going to get the better of her. She would deal with the retribution later.
She sat in silence for a while as they made plans for Mycroft and Sherlock. 'The Iceman and the Virgin" he called them and Adler sniggered. Some elaborate plan for faking her death, drawing in Sherlock and selling secrets to terrorist cells were discussed, but she barely registered it. It seemed like a lot of unnecessary work just to mess with someone's head. She watched as Adler flirted and played the game, wondering what she was getting out of it. Her curiosity peaked and she clucked her tongue a little in displeasure as Irene came up with one stupid idea after another. "Jim dear? Do you think she's being an idiot on purpose, or is she just this way all the time?" Adler glared at Lily and folded her arms across her chest defensively and scoffed a little, "You're still appalingly behaved I see. You just can't keep that dirty mouth shut can you?" she said scathingly and Lily blushed a little in anger. "You'd certainly know all about running your mouth off wouldn't you?" she shot back as Irene rolled her eyes dramatically. Jim stood up and held out his empty glass for Lily's now outstretched hand. "Perhaps you could fetch me another drink" he said in a manner that made Lily's heart pound so loud she could hear her pulse in her ears. He 'helped' her stand by taking her other hand, crushing her fingers underneath his, pulling her to her feet. She inhaled sharply but only so he could hear and she shuffled over to the drinks cabinet, and pressed her throbbing hand into the ice bucket trying to soothe it, before quickly pouring the drink and sitting back down in silence.
She didn't speak for almost half an hour until Adler spotted the folder with the bow that had remained on the sofa. Running her manicured hand across it, Lily sprang to action desperately trying to snatch the file away from her. Adler was too fast, and stood up sweeping the files away. "Give that back. Now!" She said through gritted teeth. "Oh goodness! Is this your little family? How sweet! Ah! This is delicious, lots of tasty blackmail and deceit!" She giggled and waved the file in front of Lily's nose. Lily pushed her hands into Adler's chest until she hit the wall. "Don't you ever touch my property again... Don't you speak to me again...You're hateful, and I want you out!" Suddenly she felt a vice lock around her waist and drag her away from Adler. Jim pulled her away and grabbed hold of her wrist yanking her into their bedroom. "You will stay here until I can bear to look at you again" he whispered, his voice dripping with venom.
He shut the door and left her in the dark. She switched the light on and sat on the soft bed, pulling her knees up to her chest, her confidence evaporating fast. She wanted to cry, but she figured there was plenty of time for that when he returned. In the silence of the room, she listened as he spoke to Adler as if nothing had happened. The voices became muffled and she heard the elevator door ping and his footsteps as he paced around the room outside. Her heart pounded in her chest but he didn't appear. While she knew better than to risk heading outside, the wait was more awful than she could have imagined.
After 20 minutes, she saw the door lever move and she braced herself for the onslaught. He looked at her and she faltered under his gaze. Her knees wobbled but she squeezed her arms around them to steady herself. "I have spent the last 15 minutes debating how I am going to murder you" he said matter of factly, rubbing his temple slowly with his right hand. "I thought maybe I could skin you..." he said as he twirled a knife in his left hand, "or maybe just slice you into ribbons?" She whimpered and he placed the knife down and stared at her. "You have one minute to explain yourself, before I throw you down an elevator shaft. I'm yet to decide how many peices you will be in" He said in deadly quiet voice. Her breath hitched in her throat as she skimmed to the edge of the bed. "I met her a long time ago" she whispered "she pretended to be my friend and promised she would help me escape from Habib. Instead she stole secrets from me that opened plenty of doors for her, and left me stuck where I was. Habib...tortured me for weeks because of her." He cocked an eyebrow at her, which she took as an invitation to continue. She slid to the floor and crawled towards him. "She is a liar and a snake, and the thought of her being here in our home, stealing our secrets..." She reached his feet and rubbed her cheek along his thigh. "I just couldn't bear it" she finished, and stared up at him with shining green eyes. He ran a finger along her cheek and glanced briefly at the knife. "I'm sorry I was badly behaved, I should have tried harder." She whispered, and he pinched her chin and she carefully got to her feet as gracefully as she could. "Yes you should have" he said and his hand reached out for the knife. Her eyes darted between him and the knife as he dragged it along the front of her dress gently, and she couldn't control the shakes that wracked her body. Why can't I ever keep my mouth shut? She wondered internally as his hand tugged at the front of her dress, making the fabric taut and he sliced up towards her chest, the black fabric shredding easily under his sharp knife. She shuddered as the cool metal pressed against her skin and she whimpered, "Jim, please? I'm so sorry." He casually tossed the knife back onto the table and shook his head. "Not yet. Get the paddle...I clearly need to work on my discipline skills."