Waiting. That's all Rose was doing. Waiting. The seconds very slowly began to merge into minutes.

How had simply quitting her job and craving a cigarette wounded her up here? In a literal torture chamber owned by someone she didn't even know classified as human.

If only she hadn't sought a cigarette out. Rose would have been waiting at the bus stop. Perhaps a few people she may have seen smoking but only that. She wouldn't have asked for one. She would have simply sat at the stop. Maybe an elderly lady would have attempted to strike up a conversation, probably about something Rose had no interest in. Still, she would have listened and replied and falsely laughed at whatever basic joke the woman would have come up with. Perhaps she would have ran into someone she knew, not that there were many like that. Maybe a coworker who got their shift off early. Something like that. Perhaps a man or a woman may have flirted with her and she would have flirted back if they weren't completely creepy. She'd get their number but she'd toss it away just like she did most , Rose would have boarded the bus soon to be home to her crappy old flat.

Almost all of her entire life had been a string of mundane events. It was a string of boring and mundane people and situiations which always seemed to wind her right back to where she started.

For some reason as Rose waited in her chair, with lacerated wrists and an aching body, she could not bring herself to say that this entire ordeal had not been interesting. The biggest problem was that it had been interesting. Yes, she was terrified and in pain amongst other things but it had been such a change that interesting was the main word she could muster within herself to describe it all.

How did Jim Moriarty become who he was? Surely, he couldn't have been born like it, could he have? Rose tried to imagine a little boy as twisted as Moriarty was now. The thought had her closing her eyes and attempting to forget about it. Her mind wouldn't release the images of his eyes, even now, at least 8 minutes since he'd left. Why was he so eccentric? The entire personality of Moriarty was different to anyone she had ever met. It was as if he was dancing between great madness as well as calmness and the two overlapped into something terrifying. Rose wished she could downplay how powerful he really was. She wished that she could say that he wasn't dangerous, but he was. Infinitely dangerous. The only way she could justify Sebastian working for him was that he would most-likely pay more than any of his competitors in the business he was a part of; if he had any. The way he had answered her question, with a threat, had her on edge.

The person they were assassinating would have to be some sort of high-ranking official of Korea. The term 'assasination' usually wasn't used unless a person was of high importance. For example, she wondered if Moriarty would eventually have her murdered; not assassinated. She wondered how it were possible for Sebastian to simply kill someone. To take somebody's life from them. She wondered even still how Moriarty could successfully orchestrate any of it. How on Earth had he gotten away with things like this before? It seemed to come natural to him, like it was simply a game. As if it were a simple aspect of life and he was on top of all of it. Why, out of everyone in the city, did she have to be the one that ended up like this?

When the cuffs finally unlocked themselves from around her forearms and ankles, they gave away with a small electronic sound. Waterproof? Of course. Only state of the art tech for Jim Moriarty, she thought scornfully. The sweat that had mingled where the cuff had touched her bare skin caused the cool air to settle upon the areas. Rose brought her arms around herself in an embrace, stroking the thin fabric of her sleeves attempting to warm herself - she immediately regretted it. Pain surged it's way through her body, each breath was painful. Biting her lip anxiously she gingerly pulled her shirt up with one hand. Now that the light was illuminating the room she could truly assess the damage. Her waist was riddled in angry purple bruises, almost appearing like a pattern that met in the middle. Rose could see the bruises of each individual finger of Moriarty's. She hated it. Red marks covered her skin. Letting go of her shirt, she peered at her wrists. The skin around the wounds were red and screaming due to the nice gesture of salt water. Though, admittedly, the wounds were quite deep enough that they ran a risk of infection. She had a feeling Moriarty would have ironically hid any form of antiseptic within his apartment, just to make it appear he was the 'good' guy who cleaned her wounds. Rose clenched her teeth as she remembered the horrible feeling of the rope burning against her skin. Even still, it was nothing compared to the salt wash.

Willing herself to move, she stepped down from the chair. God it was so cold. She allowed herself a moment to roll and stretch her legs for good measure. The last thing she needed was more pain.

Rose walked out of the room, letting the sound of her (now bare?!) feet echo. The hall that she was met with was as dark as the one before. The marble tiles were freezing against her feet and she began to jog quickly to avoid keeping them prolonged on the marble. Her movements elicited a steady tap, tap tap. As she came to the next room she realised it was the same kitchen she'd seen before. There were hardly any lights on now, they had been obviously dimmed to the lowest setting.

The giant window in the 'lounge room' if you could even call it that, now presented the breaking of a sliver of sunlight from a grey sky. The sight was breathtaking. It had Rose frozen in place as she stared at it. The buildings below the sky seemed unimportant at that moment. All her eyes were fixated on was the sky.

Rose's eyes eventually flickered around the room to see a giant and very modern looking air conditioner on.

"You've got to be kidding me."

It was on. The air conditioner was on it's lowest and coolest setting. Forget murders, Moriarty was a monster just for this. No wonder the room had been cold. A plastic wall-holder held the remote for the air conditioner. Rose breathed a sigh of relief as she grabbed it pressing the 'off' button. Immediately a whirring sound she hasn't realised was occurring ceased.

The silence of the room was unsettling but even still, her eyelids were heavy. You would think that being passed out for hours would have been enough of a rest. It wasn't. Rose felt dead on her feet. Plans for escaping could be forgotten for the moment. Besides, she reasoned, they were away for two days. Sebastian had said so. Why would he bother lying about that?

The leather lounge looked awfully inviting. Rose recalled when she had pressed her foot against it to attempt to run. She remembered the way Moriarty's arm came to snake around her waist. As if on cue, the bruises suddenly hurt more as she remembered it. Sighing, Rose dragged herself to the couch. Her mind was foggy and her body ached. While she rested her head on the arm-rest, she gave in. Darkness surrounded her.

Nothing in particular awoke her. Rose blinked sleepily. For a moment, a brief moment, she believed that she had awoken in her flat on her own bed. It only took the sweat that had accumulated on her back to tell her that this wasn't so. Rose peeked out at the window to see that it was now dark once again, the lights of the buildings shone.

It kicked in her. She needed to try and leave. Now! Rose scrambled in a tumble of her small limbs off of the lounge. Her heart was racing. How had she been so groggy before that she hadn't tried to escape?

Sebastian had warned her that trying to leave was a bad idea. How would they know? Neither of them were here. As much of a dangerous man he was, Moriarty couldn't be in two places at once, surely.

Rose walked over to the hall. In one moment she stepped into the darkness. Ear-splitting wailing sounds caused her to fall to the ground. The sounds were so shrill and loud she clasped her ears to attempt to muffle the sound. Her heart was racing. The shrieks that came from her mouth were entirely drowned out by the noise. The steady rhythm of the siren was like nothing she had ever heard. It was horrible and so, so loud. She began to fumble and crawl, ignoring the pain in her sides, to get even minutely away from the sounds. As soon as her left foot left the darkness and she was no longer connected to it, the wailing ceased.

Somehow the sudden sound of silence was worse. Her heart was beating so fast she could barely breathe. She brought her hand up to cover her mouth, feeling herself on the verge of crying out.

A shrill and much smaller ringing stopped her, though. It was the sound of a ringtone. It was for an iPhone, she'd heard it too many times from customers at the store who were ignoring her after their phones rang. Rose had a terrible feeling Moriarty hadn't just left his phone at the apartment and some kind person was ringing it. No, there was a reason it was ringing right after she'd triggered some sort of alarm.

Rose stop up on shaking legs and glanced around, noticing the way the lounge room was illuminated with some sort of light. Slowly, she walked close enough so that she could see it. The screen of a phone. How had she not seen it before? She supposed being so groggy could be a good enough reason. Rose swallowed a thick amount of saliva, anxiety pooling at her stomach. What would happen if she didn't answer it? Unfortunately, she wasn't ready to take the risk.

Walking over to it, hands still shaking she picked it up and stared at the caller ID. 'Daddy'. Rose let out an anguished and exasperated noise. This was awful. Slowly, she accepted it, placing it on speaker.

"Naughty girl. Trying to run off on me like that."

Rose's toes curled at the Irish voice that welcomed her.

"…pray tell, what do you think of the decorative style of my apartment? Particularly the windowwww."

Rose's brows furrowed in confusion. Was he being stupid on purpose? Why did it matter what she thought of a silly window? Instinctively, she glanced at it and then did a double take.

Oh my god.

Three distinctive red dots could be seen on her chest from the reflection of her body on the window. Every inch of her body froze. Her mind was unable to form thoughts. She was sure her blood had frozen as well. This couldn't be real. It was, though. In the back of her mind she knew it was. Rose knew Moriarty was this sick and twisted to put three individual snipers on her person. The worst part was all she could see was darkness and lights. Had it been daytime she would have been able to perhaps guess where the snipers were located. In the darkness of the night they were hidden. Which building were they located in?

"How's…the…the Korean?" The sentence was slow and unnatural coming from Rose's mouth. It was all she could think of because of the shock.

The other end of the phone was quiet. A full 10 seconds passed before he replied.

"Its funny really. He's utterly lost his mind! Shotguns, they're tasteless. Though, I suppose they're useful in close proximities like today…"

Rose wasn't listening. Her eyes were focused on her reflection. The 3 red lights glared at her angrily. Her heart had now stilled to a deadly rhythm of normalcy. The heartbeats felt heavy, though. As soon as Moriarty had begun speaking her mind had drowned him out immediately. Would they shoot her? Would they shoot her in the middle of a sentence?

"Roseeeee. I warn you. If you try to run away from me again, these snipers will shoot you down. Did you like my caller ID?"

The absurdity of the situation finally dawned on Rose. Immediately, she began to splutter out giggles that were somewhere between laughter and crying. It was as if she wasn't entirely in her body. Like something had taken over. She continued like that for several 10's of seconds. Odd sounds coming from deep within her throat. With the laughter came the shaking of her body. Rose watched herself from within. Her reflection was smiling and laughing. It was terrifying.

"Goodness, I thought I was insane. You look positively mad."

Moriarty's sentence sent sudden chills down her body. Look? How did he know what she looked like. Her laughter ceased and she glanced around the room. Looking at every corner. There! A small and insignificant red dot was blinking along with a tiny…camera. He was watching her. He'd been watching her the whole time. Rose ground her teeth in frustration over her helplessness in the moment.

"You didn't really think I'd leave you without surveillance did you? Don't be so utterly ridiculous. Then again, pet, you are an ordinary...''

The call was disconnected abruptly. Though Rose rationalised with herself that she should be grateful he was no longer speaking with her, the panic overrun her gratitude. The red lights on her person suddenly went out in her reflection. The setting should have been calm; it wasn't. Rose's body continued to shake and the sound of the iPhone falling onto the carpet did nothing but make it worse for her. The phone had locked itself, you see, on falling the lock screen button had been pushed. The iPhone's wallpaper was a picture of Moriarty; a selfie. His thin lips were pulled up into an an over exaggerated frown, the dark eyes he had were wide and dead. They feigned a human emotion. Rose wasn't quite sure Moriarty knew what emotions were.

It was all overwhelming. She had no doubt that that was one of the main aspects of Moriarty's 'plan' with her. Rose couldn't help it. She found herself in a state of utter emotional drainage.

There was a need to unleash the buried emotions in her. As if she were some sort of walking corpse, she felt her body slowly walk until it came to the room with the table and then continued on down the doorway. A bathroom. That's what she was seeking. There were only two rooms down the small welll-lit hall. Rose had no doubt Moriarty had left the lights on down this one because she was allowed in it. Entering one of the doors she found a bathroom. It was large and overly-luxurious, yet like the rest of the house, it conveyed nothing of Moriarty or his personality.

The tiles were incredibly white and shining. The room was huge, at least two times bigger than her own bedroom. In the centre a large black bath tub was placed, it matched the table. There were three sinks, each with their own faucet and space to put things. The shelf was devoid of anything, though, save for a small pack of peppermint gum that was empty. Rose came face to face with herself in the reflection of the gigantic mirror that spanned the entire wall-space for the sinks. In a moment of hopelessness her fists slammed harshly against the mirror, punching away at the hard surface. Rose felt it break beneath her, heard the sound of shattering glass. Rose yelled incomprehensive words at the slowly-disappearing glass. The tears that slid down her face weren't felt by the woman. Neither was the feeling of broken pieces sliding underneath her skin and fingernails. The bright crimson colour of blood covering her hands was barely registered by Rose. When the outburst finally stopped, sweat covered her entire body. Through the broken fragments that remained her reflection stared back at her. It was larger in some sections but she could still work out her general look.

Dark circles had formed beneath her eyes, making her face appear as if it were more skull-like than flesh. Both her green and blue eye appeared swollen and red from both the tears and the drugs. Her pale skin was now even paler- an odd grey colour washing over her. The blonde locks of her hair had small pieces of glass adorning them. Her hands and wrists were absolutely covered in blood, the scent of rust was strong. Rose looked positively crazy.

Incheon Airport, Korea

''I don't see why I have to be here, though. You're the one who killed him.'' Moriarty whined, grimacing as he leaned back into the leather seater. The call with Rose had just ended and now he was bored. James wanted to play.

''Because this is a big mission. They want to meet the man that organised it all. It's good for your business.'' Sebastian quipped back, begrudgingly folding his arms across his chest and staring out of the window onto the tarmac. The muscles of his arms peeped out from underneath the plain black shirt's sleeves he adorned.

''She wanted to know how the Korean was, I told her he'd lost his mind!'' Moriarty muttered, Sebastian wasn't sure whether it was to himself or not. Moriarty's arms moved quickly in a gesture much like loading a gun and pulling the trigger. ''Bang.''

Sebastian had been left with the god-awful task of watching Rose from the laptop's monitor. The private jet boasted martini's and Italian leather 'sleep-outs', not to mention the stewardess who saw to both Moriarty and Sebastian's needs was hot. Yet, Jim Moriarty had assigned Sebastian with the task of watching his new 'pet' while they waited for one of Moriarty's high-profile clients to show. It had been an hour since the assassination had occurred. Clean and precise as usual. Fifty percent of the payment had been transferred into Moriarty's account prior to the actual assassination; though, apparently the client wished to meet the man behind the planning in person so they'd elected they would pay once they met him. Though this would seem quite odd to most, Sebastian was well-aware how often high-profile clients were eager to work on other projects with Moriarty's network.

Of course, Rose hadn't simply just zonked out on the couch the entire time. No. It had to be difficult. Sebastian genuinely couldn't tell if Moriarty had enjoyed the fact that she'd tried to escape. He was an enigma no one quite understood.

Sebastian was peering at him now. The man, if you could call him that, was staring down at the floor of the jet. There was nothing special about it, a light blue carpet. Sebastian could see the ways his eyes were flickering. Moriarty was thinking. A neutral frown had appeared on his face and his ever-so-often trimmed brows were furrowed. This wasn't good. Perhaps if they returned to Europe Moriarty would have a distraction. Sebastian had been there too many times to forget what happened when James Moriarty gets bored; he got reckless and deranged (well, even more so than per usual). Rose could be an easy distraction for a little while. Sebastian grinned as he settled into his chair. The girl was a feisty thing and Moriarty hadn't expected it, not in the least.

The thoughts of the poor girl reminded Sebastian of his current task; to be watching her.

The sniper glanced down at the laptop's monitor and his muscles tensed, he took a sharp intake of breath as he looked at the situation before him. Fuck.

''What?'' Moriarty's tone was agitated and intrigued, bordering on angry.

Sebastian fumbled with the zooms to see what exactly was going on. The picture was clearer now because of the lights in the bathroom. The sniper felt the presence of Jim sauntering over to stand behind him, a flash of blue Westwood.

The camera presented a sight that had Moriarty incredibly delighted and quite frankly, aroused. The sight of the woman thrashing about, the crimson blood that seemed to lick its way up her pale flesh and hair. Rose's appearance was one of infinite innocence. An almost classic case of wide doe-eyed look and slim figure. This, this was breathtaking. Someone who looked so innocent looked like a monster, covered in blood and riddle with anger. Even through a camera lense, the woman's small body practically radiated the potential of danger.

Moriarty dug his fingernails into the back of Moran's seat, feeling the tough material depress. A slow smile crept its way up his face, the complete opposite of the hard line that had set on Rose's. An odd sound emitted itself from the back of Moriarty's throat, Sebastian couldn't be sure if it had been a gasp or a laugh.

''This is gonna be fun.''

Sorry for this being a kind crap chapter and sorry its been a while since i've updated. I've just recently started a course! Please review, I love feedback! Thanks to all the reviews for the last chapter!