"Look at him sweetheart,”

"No," I turned away, struggling out of the tight grip Moriarty had on the back of my neck.

"Look," Jim grabbed my hair and pulled my head to face towards the glass. "Look what you did,"

"I didn't-"

"Don't lie, naughty girl. No, no. You asked for this. You,"

"Let him go please!"

"Why should I do that?"

"Because..."

"Because you love him?" Jim laughed. "Please! We both know whats not true,"

"Please,"

"Pathetic," Jim snarled roughly letting go of my hair, the force of which made me stumble and fall to the ground. "To think I thought you had potential. No, you're boring like the rest of them. Boring and pathetic,"

I knew I couldn't fight back so I just sat on the floor and took it. My fiancé was getting beaten in the next room and I did nothing.

"Do you know what I'm going to do now, miss clever clogs?" Jim asked crouching down to my level. I shook my head and continued to look at the floor. "No? That's a shame isn't it. You got so good at it before he showed up,"

"Please, don't hurt him,"

"Too late!" A shoot fired and glass smashed. I shielded my face from the glass and grimaced when I felt something warm trickle down my face and arms. Moriarty stood over me and laughed evilly. I knew what he'd done.

"Come on darlin' that was pretty funny!"

"You- you killed him!"

"He was gunna die anyway," He laughed. "Come look," Moriarty held his hand out for me to grab but I refused. "Get up, then,"

"Leave me alone,"

"I said, get up!" Moriarty screamed. I scrambled to my feet quickly now, too scared to try anything anymore. "You see you're pretty little boy toy wasn't as smart as you think. Thats what happens when you get to smart with me. He deserved that. Don't you agree?"

"Yes," I said, my head hung low so I didnt have to look at the blood splattered room I knew was behind the glass.

"Yes what?" Moriarty grinned, grabbing my chin and pushing my head up to look him directly in the eye.

"Yes, sir,"