Moriarty's POV
"You stupid idiot! How could you have—"
"I wasn't thinking!" the person said.
"Clearly," Moriarty spat back. "This could have cost me my life! In prison! I am built for spying, and killing, and rummaging through information to ruin peoples' lives! I am not built for prison!" I stopped pacing and turned to look at the person. "Everyone knows I live on the 15th floor. How do you explain that? You could have ruined everything! You foolish imbecile!"
"I said I was sorry."
"In this case, sorry is not enough for what you have done." I started pacing again. "We—sorry, I—need a plan for you to complete correctly, this time. I could have killed John and Sherlock today, killing two birds with one stone, but no! You infinitely screwed up my plan! You infuriate me!"
I grabbed a knife quickly, right by his chair, and threw it at the person. It landed right next to their face, sticking into the chair. The person screamed.
"Do I need to put your muffler back on?"
"No." The person tried to wiggle free, but the bonds were too tight.
"It's no use trying." I devilishly laughed.
"I did this only for him. We made a deal."
"And deals can be broken. It's only fair that some are, and in this case, our deal is one of these times where you have to suck it up and go with the flow, which is what I say, and what I say is I will kill him immediately if you screw this plan up."
"Fine! Just give me, and him, a chance!" The person started crying.
"Oh, let me wipe away those tears for you." I took the sharp blade, and wiped away the tear with the blade. The person screamed in pain as the blade cut her face. "Water. Makes it easier. And can't have the person getting too suspicious, so only one painful deed for you today." I sliced her wrists while slicing her bonds away from her with the blade. She screamed again but stopped when I put the blade to her throat.
"You may not like me, and God knows no one does, but remember just one thing. Deals can be broken." I finished cutting off her bonds. "And don't you ever forget."