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Toxic – Chapter 5
"It's a shame Sherlock" Molly said, looking into his eyes "I do not love you anymore."
Their eyes held for a long time, both pupils dilated. What Molly answered was a lie, an absolute lie, and Sherlock knew it.
"That's not true" Sherlock said without taking his eyes off her.
"Yes, it is, your time has passed" Molly said.
Euros cut the tension between the two.
"That means she stayed here, dear Sherlock."
"What are you talking about? " Sherlock said loudly "I did what you asked for, you must release her"
Euros smiled and shook her head. "Oh brother, but she no longer loves you, it is in vain to let her out, she serves much here" her face contained malice.
"That's right, I'd rather rot here than be near you" Molly said, Sherlock realized she was closer to the glass than before.
Sherlock felt something inexplicable, he knew she was lying, but still he did not displease her rejection of him. Then realized that Molly's tough attitude was the same as he had adopted with her for years, it was an accurate reflection. For the first time he put himself in the pathologist's place.
He wanted to get her out of there, he wanted to remedy all the evil that provoked her, he wanted to find out what happened to Moriarty, what he did to make this human being whose flowers envied her softness to this person who today is hard as a stone.
Sherlock remembered one day when they were both in the lab, she saw through him like crystal clear water and for the first time he had been impressed by her. She had fixed his eyes on him and no one but him, had noticed that it was not a machine as everyone was saying, but was an introverted and sad person, which deep down he took care of hiding. But she had arrived there without the slightest effort. She read it like an open book.
He could be said that there began his struggle there with hiding all his feelings, which will always be disadvantage. Build walls around her, hid his face in indifference to the words of the pathologist. A sweet, loyal and patient person who never asked for anything in return. This same person was now behind a glass in one of the prisons with the worst lunatics in the world. Did she deserve it? Of course not. This game with Jim Moriarty came very far and claimed a victim, the least deserving.
"You're going to come with us" Sherlock said firmly.
Molly smiled. "I do not need you, Sherlock, when I need you, you were not there, I'm fine here" She said coldly.
"No, Molly, you're not" John said.
Molly softened her face for a moment. Her gaze was sad.
"This was not my choice" She said, swallowing
"We know Molly, but you must come with us" John was getting closer to her "we will understand if you hate us, we understand it but you must leave here, look what this reclusion has turned you." Molly looked at the floor for a few moments to return the look.
"I have no choice."
John and Sherlock looked at her.
"Enough Molly, watch your mouth or" Order Euros
"Or what?!" Molly defiance
"Boys" order Euros
The side door of Molly's cell opened to give way to two huge guards. Both of them had bludgeon in their changed her expression.
"Okay, okay." She lifted her hands to the air, breathed heavily. "I'm calm. I'm calm" she said as the two men approached." I SAID I AM CALMED YOU MOTHERFUCKERS " She screamed
One of the guards took her by the arm and the other by the back of her neck. Her eyes filled with tears.
"That's enough!" Shouted Sherlock.
"Stop"shouted Euros, glancing back at Sherlock through the screen "this is the power I have Sherlock, you can have it too, you have it and you know how to use it, you used it for a long time on my dear Molly"
"Stop playing this games!" Sherlock was furious.
The guards retreated and threw Molly violently against the wall. She adjusted her cardigan, some hairs had escaped her braid.
"More quiet sweetness?" asked Euros, Molly nodded, her eyes were pure hate.
"Because you failed to refute this video, I'm afraid you will leave without her".Euros said " but, Molly, don't you want to be outdoors with them? With Sherlock who so kindly confesses his feelings to you?"
Molly moved closer to where Sherlock was, her eyes were weird and narrowed as if she were guessing what the detective was thinking. Sherlock remembered that look of Molly when invited her to solve crimes, so many years ago.
"Mmmm ... no, no, I'll stay here, it's pretty interesting."
"You're lying" Sherlock said, "what do you know? What holds you here?"
"Nothing holds me here, I'm done here for you" she said looking into his eyes, her were completely dilated, they were so close that Sherlock could see the tiredness on her face, her long eyelashes and desire in her eyes. Desire for him. This made his body run through an electric current, a tingling settled in his stomach to go down.
"Your whole body has a clue that you never really stop liking me" Sherlock said, narrowing his eyes.
"I don't feel anything for you anymore, I don't love you, I don't even like you," she said, raising an eyebrow, her gaze still hard but then a half smile that he never saw formed on her lips.
"Although it may be the fact that you attract me to other ways, it's been a long time you know ..." The fingers of her right hand raised to the level of Sherlock's lips, he shivered, not stop blinking for a second. Molly's index finger began to lower through the glass through Sherlock's lips to his neck, she returned a wicked and sinful look.
Sherlock swallowed hard. Molly continued sliding her finger through the glass, was going down his chest in such a sensual way that the air and tension could be cut with a knife. They never took their eyes off each other, until Molly passed the tip of her tongue to the right corner of her mouth, Sherlock felt the desire finally descended to his cock, had to be controlled.
"I do not want to lie to you, Sherlock," Molly said, almost resting her lips against his in the glass. "I'd like to play with this." Sherlock lowered his head so that his lips matched Molly's. Molly's finger stopped at the height of his cock and it was not only her index finger but her whole hand up and down the glass, caressing it, Sherlock dilated his pupils to the end, his mouth was closed even when Molly began to use her fingernails to caress the glass . Sherlock felt like he was getting hard.
Molly smiled as she realized his reaction. Sherlock looked at her braid, imagined in a thousandth of a second to her completely naked, her hands and knees resting on the bed, took her braid in his hands and shot her when his cock was in her entrance wet and ready for him . "Enough" Sherlock forced himself. But Molly knew he was thinking, she knew it.
The moment was interrupted when applauses was heard far in Molly's cell.
One, two, three applauses.
Sherlock could see Molly's expression change, she was afraid.
"All right, very well, dear, I think you're being naughty. Oh dear Sherlock, how have you been?"
Jim Moriarty spoke from inside the cell.