Amethyst wanted to scream out in frustration, it had been a week since she spoke to her brother, and a week since Jim took the knife to her. Amethyst was now sitting at the dining room table with bridal magazines in front of her. She had little control, all she could choose was her dress and flowers, Jim had everything to plan.

"How is it going, little Holmes?" Jim asked as he kissed her head.

"I don't want to do this." Amethyst said.

"Do what marry me? You know if you back down, then well bye, bye mummy and daddy." Morarity said as he pulled her hair.

"No, I can't choose, I'd always dreamed of shopping round, going wedding fairs, trying out cakes and all I can do is choose my dress and flowers." Amethyst ranted.

"Oh you want more freedom and more choices, but no everything is arranged apart from the guest, you just need to pick the flowers and your dress." Morarity told her gently. "Look now that's a lovely one, you have until tomorrow to decide my dear."

"Okay." Amethyst said with a sigh.

"Good girl, now give me a kiss." Morarity said with a small smile.

Amethyst looked at him, her eyes pleading him not do this, but he just leant forward. Amethyst just gave him a small peck on the cheek. He leant back up and sat next to her. Amethyst went back at looking at the magazines, before picking a dress, she didn't care anymore this wasn't her wedding, it was just a play.

"There'll be new rules soon." Jim spoke "After all you will be my wife."

"What, I must share a bed with you?!" Amethyst spat.

"Correct my dear, we'll be sharing a bed, you'll be allowed to wonder around the house more freely and you will be cooking for me."

"So you want a little wife to cook for you, and take care of your needs, I will not sleep with you." Amethyst said, with venom in her voice.

"Oh my dear, I've told you I don't rape, but I can promise you'll be begging me to sleep with you, make love to you."

"Never!"

"Never say never love," Jim said as he stood up. "Right, choose your flowers, then and will be ready for next week."

"Next week?" Amethyst explained.

"Yes, as soon as you are mine, the better"

"I'll never be yours," Amethyst snapped "You might have me, and I might have your surname in a week, but I will never be yours!"

A slap echoed the whole room, Amethyst held her face. Jim was angry; he grabbed Amethyst by the hair, and dragged her out of her seat and on to the floor, where she let out a cry. Amethyst looked up at him; he was right in her face.

"Now, what have we talked about talking back to me and being rude?" Jim asked her slowly deadly.

"Please don't." Amethyst pleaded.

"Now you were naughty, so you need to punished, my love." Jim said.

Amethyst whimpered as he grabbed the back of her head and smashed it into the wooden floor. Amethyst let out cry of pain, he let her go and watched as she tried to stand, but he pushed her back down and kicked her hard in the ribs, which made her scream.

"All done now, shh now let's get you cleaned up." Morarity said with a gentle smile.

Morarity took a look at the damage he'd done, a bit blood flowed from her nose and her face was already bruising. She was shaking in his arms, as he took her to one of the bathroom and sat her on the toilet seat.

"Oh, I did a nasty job, thank god for makeup, hmm..." Jim said.

"Why?"

"I did a bit of nasty work to your face love." Jim said kissing her forehead.

"I can do it, I clear myself up." Amethyst said trying to get up.

"No, I will do it, and then you can have a lay down okay?"

Amethyst just nodded and let him clean her up, hoping that she would see Sherlock soon.