AN: DON'T HATE ME! This chapter just kind of happened...no hurling cats, knives, objects on fire or anything else. I'm going to ask you to trust me okay!

Warning: Adult situations and assault.

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Molly struggled violently underneath Jim, crying and pleading for him to stop. He ignored her cries and continued to kiss her cheeks, lips, and neck softly. It did not take Molly long to see the direness of her situation. Jim was just too strong for her to fight off and if she screamed, there was no one there to help her. Mycroft's men couldn't intervene without giving themselves away and she couldn't let them blow their cover, not with her family and Mrs. Cumberbatch at risk.

Molly did the only thing she could think to do. She accepted that this was going to happen to her and hoped that if she stopped fighting him that he would be gentle with her and that it would be over soon. She stilled underneath him and tried desperately to stop her tears. Jim continued to kiss her, but when she stopped struggling, his hold on her loosened. It was enough for her to bring her knee up and she did. She rammed her knee into his erect cock. He howled in pain and rolled of her. She scrambled off the bed and ran from the room. She didn't know where she would go. She only knew she had to get away from him. When she was away from him, the fear she had felt came upon her once again tenfold. She was crying so hard she could barely see in front of her. She found the stairwell and ran down the stairs straight into the arms of Sebastian Moran.

He held her as she struggled against him crying. Even through her tears, Molly was surprised at how gentle Sebastian was being with her.

"What is all this about?" He asked. "Where is Jim? Why are you out of your room?"

She shook her head, too upset to speak, still struggling to pull away from him.

"What in the bloody hell is wrong with the bird?" One of Jim's men asked.

"Dr Hooper, what is wrong with you?" Sebastian asked again. Exasperated with trying to keep her still, his hands slid from her arms to her rib cage and he held her under her arms and at arms length. He shook her as he spoke. "What in the hell is wrong with you?" "

Before Molly could answer him, the soft calm voice of Jim Moriarty sounded from behind her.

"I'm afraid I frightened my little lamb Seb. Take her back to her room please." Jim said coming to stand beside Sebastian.

Seb looked at Molly and then at Jim. He shook his head and chuckled. "You know Jim; rape is never a good way of showing a girl that she has nothing to fear from you."

Jim glared at Sebastian before looking at Molly. "Don't worry Molly, I won't make you until you are ready, but I warn you little lamb, do not make me wait to long."

Sebastian rolled his eyes and bent down, grabbed Molly behind her legs and unceremoniously tossed her over his shoulder. He started up the stairs with her.

"Really now Sebby, Molly isn't a bag of apples. Please do not handle her as such." Jim said with a tone that resembled that of a tolerant parent.

Seb rolled his eyes and flung Molly back over his shoulder in the opposite direction. She shrieked as she fell back into his arms, one arm under her knees and the other under her shoulders.

Jim watched Sebastian disappear around the corner upstairs. He sighed softly, feeling quite satisfied with how things were turning out. The door to the dining room burst open and two Causton police officers entered.

Jim frowned and the displeasure on his face was evident. "Well what in the bloody hell do you want?" He snapped. "I told you both to never come here unannounced. Now I'll have to punish you both and be put upon to replace you both at Causton CID."

Before either man could speak, Jim pulled his revolver free from his jacket and shot one of them point blank between the eyes. He moved his attention to the next officer who put his hands up defensively.

"No wait, sir! We had to come, we had to warn you. Inspector Barnaby has discovered that you are here sir. He's coming for the girl and he's not coming alone. He has some bloke from the British government with him…and Sherlock Holmes sir."

A thoughtful expression crossed Jim's face before he grinned widely. "How marvelous. I couldn't have planned this better myself." Jim looked upstairs and yelled for Sebastian before pointing the gun at the other officer and shooting him between the eyes.

Sebastian came down the stairs, his attention immediately falling to the dead officers. "What in the hell were they doing here?"

"Getting themselves killed apparently." Jim said turning to look at his hired gun. "Clean this mess up."

"Why did you shoot them Jim? Who are you going to have at Causton CID now?" Sebastian asked slightly annoyed at Jim for killing their eyes and ears at local police station.

"It seems that we will be moving much sooner than I anticipated. Chief Inspector Barnaby has found out where we are located and he along with the elder Holmes will be here soon with a small army I am sure."

Sebastian nodded. "I'll have her family moved."

Jim nodded and watched Sebastian as he ran back upstairs. Two more of Moriarty's men came into the room to help with the removal of the murdered officers.

"Jack." Jim called to one of the men. "We will be moving today. Apparently we have been discovered, though I cannot imagine how that could have happened, can you?"

Jack shook his head. "No sir. But you can't trust anyone these days now can you…sir?"

Jim smiled. "Go help Seb collect the Hooper's and then bring Mrs. Cumberbatch and the boy to me."

Jack nodded making his way up the stairs.

Molly paced back and forth. She had been locked in the bedroom for the past two hours. Her curiosity was getting the better of her. She could hear things being moved and tossed about quickly. She could hear men's voices outside of her room and in the hallway. She had heard snippets of conversation about them moving and someone coming. She could not help the hope that was swelling within her heart that a rescue might be close at hand.

She heard the lock on the door click before Jim opened it and entered. "I hope that Seb remembered to remind you to get your things ready."

Molly stared at him. Jim sighed while waving a dismissive hand. "Of course he didn't remember. Well I'm afraid that we don't have much time and you will have to leave what few things you have behind. I will replace everything of course."

"What's happening Jim? Where are we going?" Molly asked trying unsuccessfully to keep the hope from her voice.

Jim smiled knowingly. "You're going to be disappointed my sweet little lamb. We will be long gone before Sherlock arrives. I have already moved your family my dear. We will be leaving in less than an hour's time to join them."

Molly swallowed hard. She turned away from him quickly, trying to compose herself. Tears welled in her eyes and she felt her heart's hope shatter to pieces at his words. She flinched when she felt him come up behind her. She took a deep calming breath and spoke as evenly as she could. "Where is Mrs. Cumberbatch?" She turned to face him.

"Watching the little brat in the cellar." Jim said with a look of distaste on his face. "I do loathe children, such annoying little things. I hope that you will not want more than one, my love."

Molly ignored the implications of his words and stared at him. "What child in the cellar? Who is she watching?"

Jim smiled. "Your nephew. I thought perhaps to give you a gift to show you that I truly mean to change, to become a man that you could love. When we leave this place, your nephew will remain here."

Molly searched his face for any sign of deceit. "You mean, you'd let him go?"

"Yes I'll let him go. I don't imagine he'll have to wait long to be discovered. Soon enough Sherlock and his brigade of would be rescuers will storm the gates of this old house in the hopes of saving you. We of course will be gone, but your nephew will be safe."

Molly struggled not to flinch at the mention of Sherlock's name and stepped closer to Jim. "Jim, I want you to let Mrs. Cumberbatch go. Please Jim, she's just a harmless old woman."

Jim's brow quirked. "Not above asking for favors are you my little lamb? But tell me, why would I do that? What's in it for me?"

"My happiness." She said simply. "You said you wanted to make me happy. Well you can do that Jim, by not hurting the people I love. In fact, I want you to let my entire family go. Please Jim. You have me, you don't need them anymore."

Jim smiled. "Oh now this is an interesting turn of circumstances. But you are asking a lot of me Molly and you have given me nothing in return. I need a good faith payment."

Molly struggled not to slap his smug face. "Jim, I promise to come with you willingly. I won't fight you. Just let them go. I'll do anything you want, please Jim. Do this for me."

"I'm afraid that's not very tantalizing. You will come with me willing or not and to be honest, I quite like it when you fight me. So if you want to win everyone's freedom, I'm afraid you're going to have to do better than that."

A horrified expression came over her face with her comprehension of what he wanted. Jim laughed loudly when he saw the understanding come over her face. "Oh God Molly, you should see your face. It is priceless my love."

Jim moved to shut the bedroom door and locked it. He turned back to Molly and held out his hand to her. "Shall we my little lamb? We don't have much time and if you want me to release your family, then I will need this first. Think of it as a down payment of trust…you learning to accept me and I am learning that at the right price, you can be loyal to me."

Molly held out a trembling hand to him and he took it pulling her against him. He kissed her before pushing her away. He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Strip for me."

Molly swallowed hard. "What?" She whispered.

"I said strip for me love and make it look good for daddy, will you?" He said smirking triumphantly.

Molly stared at him, her eyes silently pleading with him, but he was unmoved. "Molly, we are running out of time. Take your clothes off now. I will not ask you again and if I have to, it will not go well for your family."

With trembling hands and quiet sobs Molly slowly removed her dress, sliding it down her body. She stepped out of her slippers and kicked them aside. She could feel her skin flushing and burning from her humiliation.

"Jim please…" She managed to choke out through a sob.

He didn't respond, instead reaching out and grasping her hand. He pulled her to him moving her to stand in front of him. After a few moments, he raised his hand to her face, his finger tips brushing the tears that spilled from her eyes. "You are exquisite my love." He said softly, pulling her down on the bed with him. He removed her bra and panties before standing and removing his own clothing. "Open your legs for me."

She obeyed him still crying softly. Jim knelt down on the bed and positioned himself in between her legs. His body covered hers. He held his weight of her by his elbows. Looking down into her distraught face, he kissed her gently on her lips. "I'm not so bad Molly. I can make you happy if you give me the chance."

He entered her as gently as he kissed her, not wanting to hurt her. She did not want him, he knew this and her body was not ready for him. He moved slowly within her, kissing her tears as they fell. He had wanted her for so long that he did not last long within her. He thought sardonically that his inability to perform as he wished was in one small way that fate was blessing her.

When Jim finished, he rolled of her and Molly rolled onto her side sobbing heavily. Jim could not help but feel his anger stir at her reaction and subsequent rejection of him. Why couldn't she just accept this? He had proved himself to be better than Sherlock Holmes on numerous occasions.

Though he knew he had no right, he had the sudden urge to be even crueler to his little lamb. He stood quickly and dressed himself without bothering to clean himself off. "Get dressed." He snapped coldly. When she did not move quick enough to suit him, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her form the bed. "I said cover yourself up!"

Molly struggled through her tears to pull her dress back on. She reached for her panties, but Jim snatched them up before she could. She watched in disgust as he inhaled her panties deeply before tossing them onto the bed. "I think I'll this as a souvenir for Sherlock."

Jim could see the confusion on Molly's face and he gave her a vicious smile. "I had no idea that you would make this so easy for me Molly, love. When Sherlock sees the proof of our coupling, I'm quite certain that he will be willing to let you go. How could he possibly want you after you have betrayed him with his most hated rival?"

Molly's eyes widened in horror. "What?" She said barely above a whisper.

"Oh dear me. Did I forget to mention the camera?" He asked mockingly before grabbing her by her hair and pulling her against him. He forced her head up to the left corner of the room. Molly stared in absolute shock and horror as she saw the small red light flashing as it recorded her every move.

Jim laughed manically and shoved her onto the bed. "Surprise!" He bent at his waist laughing even harder. "That was quite a performance that we put on for him wouldn't you say Molly."

Jim straightened himself abruptly and stared at her harshly. "You think he will want you now? You will be nothing more than a whore to him, nothing but another Irene Adler. He will find you disgusting now."

Jim grabbed Molly by her upper arms in a punishing grip and yanked her up. "You are all mine now Molly and there is nothing that will come between us again."

Molly shook her head violently. "Sherlock will come for me. He won't believe this…he won't."

"You think not? Why wouldn't he believe it? He's going to see you strip for me. He's going to see you lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me and it's obvious that I didn't force you isn't it? After all, he will only know what he sees. He won't know about our little arrangement for the freedom of your family." Jim said as he sneered cruelly at her. "His pride won't allow him to rescue a whore and that is what you will be to him from now on Molly. He is already uncertain of your feelings for him. You made your first mistake by fucking that pathetic police officer"

"No…he won't believe it…" Molly cried.

Jim ignored her and continued. "It is unfortunate that I was not able to kill Gavin before he escaped. Had I been able too, I would consider the punishment rendered, but alas, he did escape. And I do not have time to punish him so I am afraid that the burden of punishment must fall to you. You fucked the policeman and now you fucked me. Why would Sherlock think that you still wanted him when you can't seem to keep your legs closed Molly?"

Jim released her abruptly, but paused to look at her as tears spilled from her eyes. He sighed heavily. "Don't cry Molly. Just because Sherlock won't want you anymore doesn't mean that I don't still want you. I will always want you. That is one way that Sherlock and I have always differed. I have ALWAYS wanted you Molly. You will see that being with me won't be as bad as you think. I am done with crime. I will devote the rest of my life to you and the child that we will have. I promise not to hit you or mistreat you. I will give you anything that you desire. I will love you if you will let me and I am sure that you will learn to love me."

Jim left her sobbing on the bed. Sebastian met him outside of the door.

"Watch her Seb. I think in her desperation that she might do something foolish." Jim said darkly.

Seb nodded and started into the room. Jim stopped him by placing his hand on his arm. "Be kind to her Seb. It is cruel what I have done to her and she deserves to be allowed her grief."

Sebastian nodded and walked into the room. Jim stared at the door for a few moments before turning and walking down the hallway.