"He knows." You say with a shaky voice while still looking at your phone, rereading the message.

"Sherlock knows we were lying?" Gwen asked with a confused look on her face as she looks over at you.

You raise your head slowly, making direct eye contact with Gwen, "N-no, Jim knows I told you. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone." Her confusion disappeared only to be replaced with terror.

"Is he gonna come after me now?" She managed to stammer out.

You knew he'd kill Gwen if she told anyone and you couldn't let that happen, not to your best friend. You slowly shook your head and hoped what you were about to say would be true.

"If you can swear to me that you won't tell another living soul about anything I've said today, you'll be okay. I'll talk to Jim about it and I'll tell him not to hurt you. He can take all his anger out on me, but he's not going to touch you as long as I live."

Even though you both had that huge argument she was still your bff and nothing would change that.

"I can't let you do that. I can't let you sacrifice yourself for me. You don't know what he might do to you y/n!" Gwen's eyes filled with tears as she said this, running over and hugging you tightly. "I can't lose someone else that I care about, not again."

Gwen's sister had died in a car accident when Gwen was 17. Her sister was killed by a drunk driver and it took her a long time to move on. She didn't want to go through that again.

"Look at me, Gwen. Don't worry about me. I need to make sure you're safe so please just promise you won't tell anyone. I'll be fine, no matter what happens. You're not going to lose me." You say with a soft voice, trying to calm her down.

She tried her best to stop crying but a few tears here and there ran down her cheeks as she let go of you. You figured that she was probably only angry with you earlier because she was scared for your safety.

"I...I pr-promise." She choked out as she stopped more tears from rolling down her face. You smiled at her words and that made Gwen give you a small quivering smile back.

After a few minutes of calming down in the bathroom and fixing up her ruined makeup, Gwen hugged you again and told you to stay safe before going back to her flat.

After the door clicked shut and you were alone it dawned on you how scared of Jim you really were. You decided to try to take your mind off it by watching some tv, but everytime you heard a strange sound your eyes darted to your door excepting Jim to open it and walk in but he never did. After about 30 minutes of this you decided to go out shopping to get your mind off of him.

There were a few little stores and thrift shops you occasionally visited near your flat and you always found something you liked. Today was no exception. After a few hours of searching and choosing you had bought a few shirts, a pair of jeans, and some black heels that could go with anything.

While walking back to your flat you saw something that made your heart stop. Something that made you regret leaving the safety of your flat. That something was a shiny black car with tinted windows that pulled up next to you. You were about to ran back home as fast as you could but the car door opened and a man who had been walking behind you, most likely ordered to follow you, grabbed and pushed you into the car.

You tried to get away, to get out of the car, to get back to safety. Scratching and kicking the man who had grabbed you, who was now getting in next to you, but you stopped when you felt a sharp prick in your neck and everything faded to black.

After who knows how long, you woke up blindfolded with your hands tied to the arms of the chair you were sitting in. You tried to wriggle your hands free but the movement only announced your regained consciousness.

"Good, you're finally awake." Spoke the low irish accent. You froze as you heard footsteps approach you. They circled around you a few times before stopping right in front of you. "I'm disappointed. I'm disappointed in you y/n." His voice was calm but you could hear the anger he was hiding.

"I-I'm sorry..." You try to say but it was nothing more than a whisper. You feel his hands untie and slowly remove the blindfold. As your eyes open they meet with Jim's dark and deadly, yet enticing brown ones, which were only a few inches away from yours.

You stare into his eyes for a moment, seeing anger and emptiness in them before he steps back, letting you look around the room you were in. It was quite a small, but quaint room with simple wallpaper, a barred window opposite the door, and another simpler door which you guessed lead to a bathroom.

The furniture in the room was made up of a small, yet comfy-looking bed, dresser, desk and the chair you were in. To be honest this surprised you. You had expected to be in an abandoned warehouse or some hidden away place where your screams wouldn't be heard.

"You disobeyed me, kitten, so now..." He leaned closer to you again and placed his hands on your wrists where the rope was holding them down, "you need to be punished." His tone of voice wasn't a very threatening one, more like a tone an ashamed parent would use to explain to a child what they did wrong. But on the other hand, the words themselves sent a shiver of fear down your spine and your heart started racing.

"Punished?" You repeat with a shaky voice but Jim said nothing. You watched him closely as he stood up straight again and slowly slipped his hand into his pocket. He pulled out a small pocket knife causing your breath to catch in your throat. Your reaction just made Jim smirk and chuckle lightly. You squeezed your eyes closed and turned your head to the side, bracing yourself for the pain you expected to feel, but never did.

The ropes around your right wrist fell loosely to the floor, then the same for the left, making you open your eyes slowly in disbelief. You stared at your wrists where the rope had been for a moment before looking up at Jim. He was putting the knife back in his pocket. "W-why are you letting me go?" You asked with an unsteady voice.

"I'm not letting you go, I'm just letting you be a teensy bit more comfortable." He said with a smirk and nodded towards the bed. You stood up and looked at the bed, but hesitated to go to it. Jim rolled his eyes and sighed. "I may be punishing you, but that doesn't change the fact that I still care about you, kitten." He said with a playful pout. It was hard to tell if his words were true, but you slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on it anyways.

The blankets and mattress were just as comfy as they had looked and you couldn't remember the last time you slept on a bed that didn't feel like a rock. 'This certainly doesn't feel like a punishment.' You think as you fall back onto the blankets and close your eyes, forgetting for a moment where you were or what was happening.

"You know, my bed feels even better than this one." Jim said devilishly. "Maybe when you're through learning your lesson you'll get to find out just how amazing it is."

You bit your lip to try to hide the small smirk that was creeping it's way onto your lips, but he noticed it anyway. You were utterly terrified about what your "punishment" would be, but you were also a bit turned on by Jim's comment. You were quite confused by your feelings and by the whole current situation as well. "Why do I get a bed like this if you're punishing me?" You ask with furrowed brows.

Jim didn't answer but you heard him walk over to you. Your eyes were still closed when he bent over and whispered in your ear, "Because you're going to be here for awhile and a pretty little thing like you deserves at least a nice bed to sleep on."

You weren't sure what you had expected, but it definitely wasn't the cold metal against your wrist, making you flinch a little. You're eyes shot open as there was a small click and then another. Jim had handcuffed you to the bed frame and was now walking towards the door.

"You're leaving me in here like this?" You asked, panicking a little. You never liked being trapped in a small area and the handcuffs made mobility very minimal.

Jim stopped at the door and turned to you. "Darling, don't be so obvious. Of course I'm going to leave you in here, it's part of your punishment." He said with an almost annoyed tone before closing the door and locking it, leaving you alone in the quiet room.

You tried everything you could to get out of the handcuff but all you ended up with was a sore, and slightly bloody, wrist. There was nothing to do but just lay there and think. You thought about what the rest of your "punishment" might be but there were too many possibilities. 'How long am I gonna be stuck like this? Maybe Gwen was right, maybe Jim doesn't actually feel anything for me.' You think as tears start spilling out of your eyes. "Oh god, Gwen! I didn't tell Jim about her promise." You cry to yourself, looking at your wrist and finally registering the pain, "What have I done?"

You cry yourself to sleep after awhile and find yourself dreaming of Gwen. You were standing off to the side of a dark and gloomy grey room. Gwen was tied to a chair in the middle of the room with a gag in her mouth. Jim was standing in front of her with a knife. You tried to run to Gwen but you couldn't move. You tried to yell at Jim to stop but you couldn't speak. You tried to close your eyes but you couldn't even blink. You just watched in horror as he sliced the knife slowly and agonizingly across different parts of her torso and arms before plunging it deep into her chest. Her muffled screams sounded so real and you couldn't do anything to help her.

You woke up crying even more than you were before you fell asleep. You tried to stay awake for as long as possible and you managed this for a few hours until sleep overcame your will to stay awake. The dreams that ensued were just as horrible as the one before but this time it wasn't Gwen, it was old friends and family members who called out your name for help but you couldn't do anything except watch them all die in horrific ways. You tried and tried but couldn't wake yourself up.

Is this how you really thought of Jim? Were you really this scared of him? Or was it just a dream created by your mind to haunt you for no good reason at all?

Finally after what felt like forever, you jolted up in bed only to be yanked back down by the handcuff around your wrist. You didn't feel the usual pain and you looked down at your wrist to find a bandage wrapped around it. You wondered how someone could do that without waking you up until you saw a small red dot on your arm from a needle. 'That explains why I couldn't wake up from the nightmares.' You think to yourself.

You looked around the room and knew by the light coming in the window that it must be morning. You also saw a bottle of water and a small plate with a sandwich on it on the desk, which was now right next to your bed. You ate half the sandwich quickly but saved the other half because you weren't sure when you'd be getting anymore food. You drank a little water too to help wash the food down.

Hours went by and nothing else happened. You just laid there with nothing to do but look at the ceiling or the wall or the window. You didn't want to chance having those nightmares again so you didn't dare sleep. You knew this was what your punishment was, complete boredom. After the whole day pasted, which seemed like an eternity, you also found out through not receiving lunch nor dinner that starvation was part of the punishment as well.

Luckily you had half the sandwich left to eat when you got really hungry again, but your stomach was growling by the time you would usually eat dinner. It was hard to fall asleep while your stomach was aching for food but somehow you managed to and slept until morning again.

When you woke you found breakfast again but this time the sandwich was a bit smaller. You only ate half of a half and tried to let it last but you were still hungry by the end of the day. You decided to try to wake up early enough to catch the person bringing you breakfast and you succeeded. It was a maid who unlocked the door the next morning and almost had a heart attack when you quickly sat up and grabbed her arm. "Please, tell Jim I need to talk to him." You say with a pleading look on your face.

The maid sets the food down, which was less food than the day before, and looks at you with pity, "I'm sorry but Mr. Moriarty isn't home right now and won't be for a few days." You sigh and then smile at the thought that just crossed your mind.

"Does that mean you could bring me a little extra food tonight?" You ask with hope and excitement, "He wouldn't have to know."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, miss. He would know and he'd be mad." She said while shaking her head slightly. "He has a camera watching you right now." She added in a whisper. You let go of her and your hope disappeared immediately. Nodding a little to show you understood her reason, you turned over and waited for her to leave, but she didn't.

"Well I can't get you more food, but Jim didn't say anything about giving you something to help pass the time." She said trying to sound uplifting. You turned back over to look at her and saw her getting a notebook and pencil out of the desk's drawer next to you. You had wondered if there was anything in it but you hadn't been able to reach it. "Here." She handed you them with a smile and walked out of the room after you thanked her.

You drew and wrote in the notebook for most of the day, only stopping to take a quick nap here and there. You still had the dreams of torture and death but you've gotten used to them, knowing that they were just dreams and because now the screams were barely whispers. You were worried about the maid though, knowing Jim was probably mad that she did something without his permission.

By the end of the day you were bored again, not to mention starving too, and out of anger you wrote "I HATE YOU" on a page in the notebook and left it open on the desk so Jim would see it through the camera. You then laid down and went to sleep for the night, not realizing that your actions would lead to worse consequences.

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I am sooo sorry for the wait. This update took longer than I thought it would and half of it is basically filler. But don't worry I've got most of the next chapter plotted out and I just have to add in all the details.

The long waits are mostly due to school work taking away from my free time and that cuts down on how much I can write at a time, but I try to write as much as possible.

Votes and comments are very much appreciated :)

Until next time!

-TM