It was the feeling of a very light pressure against her lower half that caused Rose to stir awake. The lids of her eyes fought heavily against her awakened conscious. Beneath her, the surface was soft and comfortable. It was a mattress, she could tell that much by the way it felt. It wasn't her own bed, which had had springs digging into the back of her for months. No, this one was soft and felt like utter heaven. The mixtures of aching and stinging throughout her body were minutely soothed by the embrace of the mattress that seemed to envelope her. It was the soothing that caused her to begin to slip back to the darkness. Everything was so comfortable despite the pain. Rose found herself nuzzling the pillow her head lay upon, the skin of her far being kissed by soft silk. The darkness was all too close, grogginess was taking over. Until the long-forgotten pressure on her body shifted.

Rose's eyes popped open and her mind was soon flooded with the knowledge of what had transpired around her as of late. This was because Jim Moriarty hovered above her. His hands were splayed on either side of her waist and his face was leering. The dark eyes of his searched her face, a look of wonder had overtaken his features. Rose couldn't tell if he was mocking her or not. The uneven beating of her heart was all that she could hear as it pulsated through her ears. Fear had washed over her in a matter of seconds. What was he going to do to her?

Questions like that flooded her brain as both of them stared at each other. Rose was uncertain how far her head had sunken into the pillow behind her. The heaving of his chest through a black dress-shirt was a somewhat startling sight, it reminded her that he really was human. That he wasn't just some sort of monster. As she stared into his eyes she noticed how long his lashes were and in a ridiculous moment she find herself growing with jealousy. What is wrong with me? A 5'oclock shadow had grown across his jaw, much darker and more prominent than before. It made him look older and somehow even more dangerous.

In a quick moment he was no longer looking at her with wonder and now with resentment and purpose. Oh no.

"Open your mouth."

Rose stared straight into his eyes, furrowing her brows. The first thought she had was that she hadn't heard him correctly but then she remembered who he was. The will to knee him where it hurt overcame her once more but she wasn't going to be silly. She had a feeling that wouldn't end well at all. It occurred to her moments later he was still waiting for a reply, his head had tilted ever so slightly the way a snake's would when being charmed. This wasn't him being charmed, this was him getting angry.

"Take me on a date fir-AH!"

Moriarty's hands pressed down onto her wrists in a crushing way. He had her pinned down now and as much as she hated to admit it, the bastard was hurting her.

"I said, open your mouth."

Rose's jaw was clenched down. It was so hard to ignore the way that painful pressure was building on the inner sides of her wrists, knowing for sure there would be worse bruises to form from it. She could practically feel the veins depressing. Rose managed to summon the most hatred-filled glare she had ever made in her life towards him. Slowly, unsurely, Rose half-opened her mouth. Why was he asking this? Dreaded fear washed over her at the possibilities. As a slow and toothy smile formed on Moriarty's face like a cat preening, she fought the feeling of her insides shrivelling. It was a terrifying look on the man's face. One that made her incredibly uneasy.

"Goooood." Moriarty purred.

His thin lips then pressed themselves to her own. That sent Rose into a state of panic. Her body began to thrash about and her arms fought with all their strength to be released from his vice grip. It took a few seconds for her to realise that he wasn't kissing her, not in the slightest. Moriarty was merely placing his mouth over hers and he was breathing in. Insane prick. His eyes fluttered closed as he inhaled, the soft sensation of lips making Rose's stomach flip. The sudden sensation of his tongue against hers caused her to jump. There was something on his tongue. It was odd in texture. A taste began to dance on her tongue as a heavier object dropped onto it. Was that peppermint? Suddenly, Moriarty leant back and promptly moved from his position above her to get off the bed. Once his feet landed his pale hands came up to his dress shirt, his fingers pulling down the hem to straighten it out.

The heavy piece of gum sat idly on her tongue. Rose's mouth had gone dry from mixture of fear and disgust. A piece of gum with magnitudes of Moriarty's saliva was sitting in her mouth. If she could move she would have been hurling. Once she glanced at his face she noticed the satisfied look that had taken over his features, he peered at her from his lashes and his mouth was twisted into a crooked smile. Moriarty wanted her to be disgusted. That was his objective.

Defiantly, instead of remaining still, Rose used her now-aching wrists to propel herself up into a sitting position with her back against the wall. In a daring act she began to chew loudly on the piece of gum, fiddling with it on her tongue. Soon it was spread evenly across the edge and in one quick moment she blew a bubble. The white looking thing grew for quite a while infront of her face until it popped, revealing Rose's smug face.

A dark look had cast itself upon Moriarty. His shoulders had begun hunched and he looked quite taller in the suit than he really was. He was glowering at her, a sight that was not very comforting despite the fact that rose was proud of herself. Then, Moriarty grinned and rubbed his thumb above his lip as if he knew a joke she didn't. He walked a few paces towards her.

"You think you're winning, well that's interesting.'' Moriarty's head bobbed up and down in a mocking nod, his fingers were fiddling with the bottom of his suit-jacket.

His bottom lip had stretched out in a false appreciative look. Moriarty's eyes were glancing down at the dark material between his fingers. Rose's body was shaking both in fear and pain. The events of the night before had caused glass to slide under her skin and she was paying for it now. It especially stung around her wrists and hands. There was no way to tear her eyes away from the madman in front of her, though. The silence smothered her and she had a feeling Moriarty was keeping his mouth shut (for once) just to cause her discomfort. He wanted to watch her squirm. God, she hated him.

''I thought of you when I watched dear Seb and that Korean. You'd enjoy it, I'm sure. So much blood.'' Moriarty had looked up as he spoke, his eyes flickering over her figure.

While Rose was quite certain that it wasn't the reaction he wanted nor expected, she couldn't help it. A light chuckle elicited from her mouth. It sounded sweet. It sounded as if they were old friends and he'd made a funny joke. The idea of this entire situation was absurd. Thinking of her? He was lucky that he wasn't the poor Korean man himself. Anger had taken ahold of her at the idea that he was purposely attempting to unsettle her about the events of the night before. A raised eyebrow on Moriarty's part proved to her he wasn't expecting her to laugh. Then, he whined. The man himself actually whined while stamping his shoe into the carpet. It sounded like a dog that had just been kicked. It caused Rose to sink further into the wall, or at least wishing she could.

''I want to skinnnn you...'' Moriarty muttered darkly, his eyes narrowing in thought. ''...but oh no, no, no. You're far too livid, too entertaining. You're a pain in my rear though, my dear.''

''Really? I thought that would be Sebastian.'' The comment was innocent enough, a sly attempt to feel better about the current situation.

Oddly, Moriarty's lips turned up into a boyish grin, faint smile lines appeared below his nose. Amusement practically gleamed in his eyes as the light caught them.

''Seb is such a prude, though. I asked him if he wanted it, seems he doesn't.'' He muttered, a small pout appearing on his lips as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

The man spoke as if it were a conversation that wasn't transpiring between a criminal mastermind and a girl he had kidnapped. Though, Rose had to admit, it was amusing that Moriarty had tried it on with his bodyguard; even more so that he seemed disappointed by the fact it hadn't worked. A surge of satisfaction met her as she knew Sebastian had been made uncomfortable. If only she had the ability to get her revenge on either of them.

''Don't worry. I'm not gay. Everyone is a distraction to me. Everyone. Even the ordinaries...''

It was at that point that Rose hadn't realised how long she'd been actually listening to the deranged man. Glancing around, she took in the room. The bed was a king and it was extravagant. The pillows were of a black silk material, as were the blankets lined with black. The room was devoid of any true personality, merely a door that looked to be the way to an en suite. A tall, narrow table lay by the door had intricate detailings of rose's carved within it's white material. The source of light was the giant window on Moriarty's side, sunlight was flooding through to illuminate the room. The carpet was white and obviously expensive; figures.

Rose glanced over at Moriarty. It seemed he wasn't waiting for a reply. She watched his hands snake into either of his pockets. A sly smirk formed on his pale face as he turned towards the window. A low and haunting whistle sounded from his mouth, sending chills down her body. His dark eyes were illuminated by the sunlight and she could see that they were brown and not black. They searched the far-away buildings rapidly, as if trying to spot something.

''Did you like the little thing with the snipers? I would have had Sebastian amongst them but sooorry, Daddy gets the best.'' As he turned towards her he offered a sheepish smile, showing her a flash of white teeth.

Anger bubbled in her blood. Rose felt her nails digging into the soft skin of her palm. It was taking every fibre of her being to not explode and attack him or even worse; run. How dare he? Oh, but he dared. He could get away with it and he knew it. That knowledge made Rose infuriated beyond no end. The fact that he had been continuing their conversation like it was normal was even more irritating. What was wrong with him?

To avoid anything rash she glanced down at her form and was immediately shocked. Her skin wasn't covered in the same blood from the night before. It was clean, well, as clean as it could be given the circumstances. Cuts and bruises had ravaged her hands and arms, it looked as if she had been holding a thousand feral cats. The bruises were beginning to become a deep purple colour, like paint on a pale canvas. Her thin wrists looked thinner than usual, the bones protruding more so. All of a sudden it occurred to her that she hadn't eaten in days. How she was still standing upright was a mystery. What she was mainly concerned with was how she had been clean. Gulping, she glanced at Moriarty who was staring at her in curiosity. They peered at each other until a faint wave of realisation shone in his dark eyes, the realisation of what she was concerned about. He let out a chuckle.

''Don't be silly, pet. I would never have all of that ordinary blood on my hands. Not to mention, when I got back I was wearing Tom Ford.'' His face contorted into a look of horror at the mere idea of getting any blood on his precious suit.

''Never have all of that ordinary blood on my hands''. Rose grimaced. He did, though. He had much more blood, ordinary or otherwise, on his hands. Just how many assassinations, tortures and murders had taken place under Moriarty's careful planning? It was intriguing, really. How in the dark had she been as a normal civilian? How many lies had the government covered up that had been the doings of this man?

''Ah, well. Daddy has things to doooo. Things to plot, people to murder. Y'know, how it goes. Care to join me?" The last question was spoke lowly, a dark tone to it. Though, Rose had a feeling it wasn't a question.

No. No she had no intention of joining him. What that even meant was beyond her. Rose folded her thin arms over her chest defensively, swallowing thickly as he continued to stare at her, expecting some kind of answer. The tension was thick enough to cut in the air. All of a sudden Moriarty bent his taller frame so that he was leaning over her, his head hovering just a few inches above her own. The shadows manipulated and his eyelashes caused shallow strokes to appear on the outer brims of his eyes. It was then she realised his eyes weren't dead; they were full of emotions. They whirled in a cocktail of madness. Rose had a feeling all of the emotions within them weren't comprehended by Moriarty, or even truly felt. It was as if he was keeping it all bottled up so it would fuel his insanity. Each to his own, I suppose. His breath hit against the soft skin of her face.

"Hull-ooo. There's a spark of that insanity I could practically smell on you. It's right thereeee." Moriarty's voice ended on a trailed out hum.

A pale face finger had been pointed in between her eyes. His skin wasn't touchif her, just barely. Insanity? Did he have any self awareness left within him?! Then, suddenly he tucked in his other fingers to his Palm so that his hand became a 'gun', the thumb playing as the safety. He cocked it, his face leaning down so that the tip of his nose rested upon his thumb. The new closeness allowed her to see up-close the individual black hairs that were neatly shaved along his jaw. She could pinpoint the exact start of the dark circles underneath his eyes and the small amount of wrinkles that joined them. Dark eyes swimming with madness glared at Rose from eye-level. Though she supposed staring at the 'gun' was his aim, Rose couldn't find it within herself to tear her eyes away from his own. The uneven beating of her heart was causing beads of sweaty to form on the temples of her forehead, slowly falling down to kiss her jaw. This was impossible. How did he manage to be so terrifying with the use of a childish gesture. Rose knew how. It was because that 'gun' could easily become Sebastian's weapon if she wasn't careful. It could become real. With the simple use of his 'upper-hand', her life would be over.

Slowly, Rose tipped her head forward in a half-assed nod. It was best to agree with him, for now. She'd already experienced enough of being drugged up and knocked out for a while. No matter how much she ached to slap the bastard. For a few seconds, his face didn't change and nor did his eyes. His face remained still in front of her own. They stared at each other as both of them simply breathed. That was until an extremely loud sound caused their breathing to be drowned out. It was coming from outside. Rose instinctively looked out of the window but nothing had changed. The sound only became louder and it sounded from above them. Was that a helicopter!?

"You see, we had to leave a verrrry important meeting to come rescue the damsel in distress. Now they've decided upon themselves to come visit meeee." Moriarty's mouth formed into an 'o' shape, his eyes became wide with mock surprise. The way he said 'me' was impossibly high-pitched.

Rose watched as his comical expression turned instantly into a look of boredom-or was it anger? His brows fell from their temporary lifting and his eyes became more deadly. His thin lips had formed into a straight line. As the sound of the helicopter died down to an extremely soft hum, her heart only became quicker. Meeting? Who was here? Surely, if they dared to visit someone like Jim Moriarty, they had to be dangerous-and probably as deranged as him. Dread began to ignite in the pit of her stomach. Then, a thought occurred to her and she spoke it despite her better judgement.

"Woudn't the rest of the building notice a helicopter landing?"

This question elicited a feral grin.

"Dont be silly, I own the building."

Of course. Why wouldn't he? Moriarty's face disappeared from infront of her and he was now walking slowly to the large door in the corner of the room. He'd somehow found the time to place a piece of gum in his mouth as she could see indents moving on his jaw. He was chewing. The helicopter's sound was now gone completely and the atmosphere felt empty without it. That meant whoever was coming had left the helicopter. Moriarty paused as his hand gripped the metal door knob. His face tilted slightly towards her, his eyes on the ground.

"Come along, pet. Wouldn't want to keep them waiting." Moriarty lazily drawled, his mouth forming into a small pout.

Moriarty's eyes had flickered back to her now, a mixture of anger and expectation within them. Now, Rose was faced with an annoying delema that she couldn't be sure was part of Moriarty's power play or not. Whoever was here was dangerous. Assuredly they had something to do with the man who was assassinated. Probably one of Moriarty's...clients. If she remained in the bedroom, not that Moriarty would probably allow her to, she didn't know whether they'd find her. God knows what they'd do. Considering she knew Moriarty was waiting for her to come with him, she decided on the safer option. Follow him and his rules, maybe she could find another way to escape. Avoiding his gaze, she awkwardly fumbled with the duvet as she stumbled out of the bed. As soon as her bare feet collided with the carpet, agonising aches shot through her entire body. Wincing, she slowly walked towards the door that Moriarty had now opened. Trailing behind, Rose felt too much like a lost puppy. Her eyes focused on his back and the way that his suit jacket seemed to be tailored exactly to his measurements. There were no streaks nor creases. As they walked she became fixated on the fact that Moriarty's head barely moved as he walked. They both weaved throughout the layout, turning down various bare hallways. That was until they came to a door. There, two men stood either side of it. Where the hell had they come from?! Both of them were dressed in sharp black suits, each with earpieces. One was tall and dark-skinned, admittedly rather handsome and the other was shorter and tanned. Neither of the pair's eyes moved towards her or Moriarty. They stood still and stared at the opposite wall. Bodyguards. Of course, Moriarty would need them. Suddenly, Moriarty stopped a few steps from the door. The silence was deafening as he didn't move an inch.

"After you." It was a low mutter and somehow it sounded like a threat.

Was he silently telling her something? She supposed to shut up. Gulping, Rose brushed past Moriarty's taller figure and opened the door. Light flooded in as she stepped inside the room. It was large and airy. A gigantic black desk, matching the rest of the furniture (shocker) was sat before a window that again had city views. As she walked in further, she noticed an in-built bookshelf on the right-side wall of the desk. So, Jim Moriarty read? Rose couldn't make out any of the titles. She pondered whether his favourite would be "How To Plot Murders, For Dummies". Awkwardly, she stood in the centre of the room. Where was she to go? Behind her, Moriarty walked in and brushed past her until he was seated in a leather seat behind the desk. The sight was breathtaking and not in a good way. Moriarty looked utterly monstrous, the sunlight filtering through the window made the hollows of beneath his eyes more apparent and he looked dangerous, on the verge of insane. He gave a sheepish glance at her, raising his neat eyebrows.

"Welcome to my crib." His arms splayed out in emphasis to the room.

Rose bit on her lip to keep from smiling at the joke. The fact that he had said it in a monotone and almost bored voice made it all the more hilarious. Her smile soon died down when she remembered what he was doing and what he had done. Instead, she peered out of the window behind him, the city buildings looking so far away yet so close. If only she could give them a signal. If only anyone besides snipers were looking for her.

The sound of footsteps coming from by the door caused her heartbeat to pick up, her muscles tensed. In a quick and unjustifiable act she moved to lean against the wall beside the desk, her right leg taking the weight of her. As if she would be any safer by Moriarty's side.

In walked a man. He was of Korean origins and he was much taller than Moriarty. Noticeably older too. The man sported a very distinguished look about him with a neatly trimmed white beard and slicked hair to match. His suit was every bit as expensive-looking as Moriarty's, it was pure black in colour with a red tie. His eyes peered over the room, his gaze settling on Moriarty. The gaze was cold. In behind him came two others. A woman a few inches taller than herself, with long black hair pinned up into a pony-tail and a stern face. As well as a man who was extremely tall with pale skin, he could give Sebastian a run for his money. The pair remained behind the older man, obviously proving Rose's original thought. The man who had first entered was the one who was here to see Moriarty.

"James Moriarty. I was quite impressed with your work." The man's voice was deep and even.

Rose watched Moriarty, wondering what he was was thinking. He batted his eyelashes for several seconds in false amazement, as if he couldnt believe what he had just heard. A pale hand came up to his so-called heart, flattening against his chest. Sarcasm was his strong suit.

"Stop it, you'll make me blush."

Moriarty didn't appear as if he were on the verge of blushing. In fact, he looked as if he were on the verge of killing someone-or having someone killed. His jaw was clenched and he was no longer chewing on the gum in his mouth. He looked positively mad. Perhaps he hadn't been expecting them as much as she'd assumed.

"You know, I don't go in much for female body-guards. I've found they're much less willing to sleep with me to secure the job. Shame." Moriarty drawled, his Irish accent becoming thicker with each word.

Both Rose and the man stared at him in faint judgement. Moriarty noticed and shrugged his shoulders back, his gaze fixating on the now-closed door.

"What? They're called body-guards. What's the use of them if they don't know the body they're protecting...inside and out?"Rose felt sick to her stomach.

How anyone could sleep with him was beyond her. Not that he wasn't attractive physically, he was undoubtedly so. It was how dangerous he was. How cunning and how seemingly evil. The two men that had been guarding the door had slept with Jim Moriarty. It made her wonder whether the 'body-guards' in question ever consented to the idea. The wonder made her stomach drop. What if he decided he wanted me to sleep with him?

The Korean man was not so put-off by the statement. Rose supposed in some sick and twisted way, Moriarty had a point but not a very convincing one. The man's jaw had set ever-so slightly. He was obviously anxious to begin the 'business meeting'. He had said that he'd been very impressed with Moriarty's work. Did that mean he wanted Moriarty for other 'jobs'. The thought made her antsy. The elder man cleared his throat in an arrogant type of way.

"If you don't hire female body-guards, then who is she?"

All eyes settled on Rose.

Bit of a longer one! Thanks so much for the reviews and follows. Please give me feedback it is greatly appreciated!