*** I do not own any of these characters. I have downed a lot of liquid confidence in the past hour so I have no idea if what I just wrote is any good or if it makes any sense but it was the only way to get over my writers block. Thank you all so much for your kind words in regards to the passing of my dog. You are all just so kind and I love you all to death. I just finished mapping out the rest of this story. There are roughly six more chapters left so hold on to your hats, kiddos! Things are about to get crazy! Reviews are always just a big ray of sunshine in my day ***
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Sebastian opened his cell phone and barked for another chair to be brought into the room. Moments later a nicely padded wooden chair that looked like something out of a magazine was rushed in by men dressed similarly to Ben but with the only difference being that their faces were covered in shiny black motorcycle helmets. He pointed to the ground in front of me and chair was placed directly before me. Sebastian then calmly sat down and crossed his legs while sipping tea from a cup and saucer that another man had brought in.
"If I unbind your hands, would you be so gracious as to have a cup with me?" he asked playing the part of the kindly host.
I nodded, realizing my own thirst.
Another man came into the room and undid my hands while yet another came and handed me a cup and saucer. I greedily drank from it and felt it run down my throat. The sudden warmness in this cold surrounding made me shiver.
"Now, just drink your tea while I explain the situation more fully to you," he said, now assuming the role of school teacher.
"My poor late commander, Moriarty, underestimated Sherlock Holmes but I assure you that I will not be making a similar mistake. The real flaw was that he left far too much room for Sherlock to outwit him. He assumed Sherlock would be so stricken by the deed at hand that he wouldn't be able to focus on his own self-preservation. That's where I've improved on the plan. Sherlock Holmes can outwit me. But little Molly Hooper can't." he said ending with a sickening smirk.
I started to say something but he shot me a frightening look that chilled me to the bone, so I shut my mouth and took another sip. If I wanted to have even the slightest chance to save Sherlock, I had to avoid provoking this crazy psychopath that might at any second change his mind about killing me.
"You're going to bring Sherlock, in a time and place of my choosing, to me. And before you get all tragically loyal and tell me that you refuse, let me tell you why you'll do it. My right hand Ben, here, will be having a lovely day out with John and Mary and if he gets any word that you and Sherlock have tried to foil my plans, he'll… well," he said before gesturing to Ben. My attention shifted back to my so called "beau" as he made a slow faux slashing motion across his throat to indicate his intentions. I gulped and turned back to face Sebastian.
"Eloquently put, Benjamin. So, Molly, you either bring Sherlock for his death or sacrifice the only two friends you have in the world. Oh and obviously I'd track you both down and kill you anyways if you tried to fool me in any way. So either Sherlock dies or all four of you die." He said before taking another sip of his tea.
He dabbed his mouth dantily with his handkerchief before continuing.
"And as if you needed more incentive to behave, I wouldn't risk letting Sherlock in on this plan of mine at any point. I have eyes and ears everywhere and at the first whiff of something fishy. I'll end you're friends. Are we clear, Molly dearest?" He said again with his pearly smile that made my stomach churn.
I could only respond in a whisper.
"Crystal."