Chapter 11: An Unexpected Punishment
He growled, "Hello, (Y/N)." That was the last thing that you heard before you were knocked out.
When you came to your senses, you noticed that you were in a different room. There were no longer any men chatting and arguing. Irene was no longer there to give you a sense of hope. It was so silent that you could hear your own heartbeat. You were the only person there, or so you thought. You tried wriggling out of the rope's grasp, but it was useless.
Then you heard a voice behind you, "You truly do want to make me angry, don't you?" You rolled over to find Moriarty sitting on a table. The table had different assortments of knives and other weapons scattered across it. Moriarty was currently wiping a knife clean with a handkerchief. You tried to plead for him to stop, but you couldn't because of the cloth wrapped around your mouth. "First you plan to break-up with me, then you avoid me, and then you run away from me. Tsk tsk tsk." You shook your head, trying to tell him that you didn't want to break up with him. Tears formed in your eyes. He walked over to you, the knife still in hand, and crouched in front of your lying position. He cocked his head to the side, before placing the knife against your cheek. He made a slit and blood drew out. Your head throbbed in pain from everyone knocking you out multiple times. He pulled down the cloth from your mouth and you let out a deep sigh.
You screamed, "Please, don't! I didn't want to-"
He placed his finger against your lips and shushed you. You looked up at him and you saw that he looked angry, vicious, and revengeful. But at the same time, you also saw the he looked sad, regretful, and heartbroken. Just like yourself when you thought that Moriarty was going out with Irene. You started to cry, for you were scared for your life. You didn't want him to hurt you.
He started cutting you in various places. He soon got bored and moved onto other torture weapons. You noticed that he got bored of all of those as well. By the time he had gone through all of them, you had scratches and blood was dripping down your body. You thought he was done until he pulled out a gun on you. Your eyes widened in shock and you closed your eyes. You waited for him to shoot you, but the time never came. You opened your eyes to see him shaking. He dropped the gun and smashed his hand against the table.
"Damn it! I am Jim Moriarty…Jim Moriarty! The most brilliant criminal in London and yet, I can't even shoot a useless girl!" You felt relieved, yet, in another way you also felt bad for him. Whilst he was cutting you, some of the rope had been loosened so you could easily wriggle out. You stood up once you had gotten yourself free. You quickly picked up the gun and ran out of the door. You ran down the stairs, but there were men there, so you ran back up. You ran up until you saw a door, and you burst through it. You ended up on the roof of the building. You ran to the middle of the space and groaned in defeat. You heard a door open and close behind you. You turned around and aimed the gun at Moriarty. He raised his arms up.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot." He walked towards you. "Don't…"
"Shoot me, go ahead. I'm not afraid." You placed your finger on the trigger and started to pull it back, but hesitated. You didn't know why you couldn't do it. He had tortured you and hurt you. No, you knew, but you didn't want to admit it. You couldn't do it because you had fallen for him long ago. You took the ammo out of the gun and threw the gun in the opposite of where you threw the ammo. You looked at Moriarty.
"There, see? I can't do it either." He had a surprised look on his face.
"And you know why I can't do it? I can't do it because you stole my heart." He continued to walk towards you until your faces were only inches apart. "That's right-I fell for Jim Moriarty! I'll say it, I will. I love you." Then there was no longer a gap between the two of you. He pressed his lips against yours in a hurried fashion. He parted from you, only to place his forehead against yours.
He cupped your face and asked, "If you have loved me, why did you do those things that upset me so."
"Whilst I was at the bookstore, I saw you with Irene and I thought that you were in a relationship with her. You didn't contact me for a while, so I thought you didn't care about me-or, you never did."
"What do you mean, I sent you letters and everything."
"I didn't get them… Although, Sherlock does tend to keep some of my mail sometimes…" You sniffed. He pulled back and stared at you. He wiped your tears away.
"I never wanted to hurt you like I did today. I just have some anger issues that are in need of taking care of."
"I think I could help with that." You both smiled.
"(Y/N)." He looked serious now. "I knew who you were even before I knew Molly. I heard about you being close to Sherlock, and I did some research. I originally planned to be with you, just so I could get close to Sherlock. But as I started being around you, I realized that that was no longer the case. I never really actually loved any woman in my life; that is until you came along. That's right-I fell for (F/N) (L/N). I'll say it, I will. I love you, (Y/N)." You pulled him in for another kiss. Your eyes watered up, and you cried tears of joy. He picked you up and carried you down the stairs and out of the building. He got a cab and told him to drive to the nearest hotel. The cab stopped in front of a large, grand building. He bought a room for the two of you to share that night.
You walked into the room, and it was magnificent. You could never afford anything like it-you could just barely afford to live in Baker Street. Giant windows surrounded the room, and the city light shined beneath you. Moriarty came up behind you and hugged your waist from behind. He kissed your neck.
"Sherlock won't mind, will he?"
"Nah, probably not. I'll just tell him I spent the night with Molly. Plus, I don't really want to deal with coming up with a lie to tell Sherlock. I don't think I would be able to make it to the shower in time."
He smirked. "Shower?" You blushed, knowing what he was implying. "Come on, kitten… I told you that I wouldn't do anything to you unless you wanted me to." He purred. You couldn't say no, so you agreed to let him take a shower with you.
You sighed, "That was so refreshing…" As you walked into the bedroom, with Moriarty following behind. "Oh! I didn't bring any extra clothes…"
"Do you really need any?"
"Jim!"
"You can borrow some of mine." He helped you get dressed. You both decided that you would have (Favorite kind of food) that night. You were just glad that he loved you, and only you. You had a feeling that things would get better now, at least for a little while. You chatted and laughed with Moriarty over dinner, and you cuddled up next to him as you watched a movie. You fell asleep before the movie ended, and he carried you to the bedroom. He cuddled next to you under the warm covers. He thought you were fast asleep so he whispered, "I love you so much, (Y/N)…" He kissed your forehead.
"…I love you too, Jim." He smiled and you drifted off in his arms.
