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Caring is a disadvantage (Moriarty x Reader x Sherlock) Part II

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“would you do me the honor of becoming my fiancé?”
“Are you kidnapping me?”
“I like you – I'll have so much fun while playing with you”
“Why? I never said that I was going to marry her – I just asked her to be my fiancé Watson – I told you caring is a disadvantage”

Now

You groaned in agony as you woke up. Something had knocked you out after you had walked out of the Café – ignoring that strange fella you just met. Never had you believed that he was that dangerous. To tell the truth – he looked like a business man and not like a criminal – but well – maybe criminals were business men in westwood suits. At least that Jim guy had great taste.

“Already awake sleeping beauty?” a gruff and cold voice asked. Immediately you turned around to look at a man – He looked like Sherlock.

“Well that's good” the man began while he grinned at you. “Boss told me you are one of his new playthings – I'm not going to say that I pity you but...” He trailed off – his voice getting higher as he did so. “Let's just say that the last one looked pretty beaten after he finished with her. So whoever that guy is that asked you for your hand – I'm pretty sure you'll not marry him after Boss is finished with you – I'm sorry for that” Indeed he looked sorry – at least a little bit.

“Sebastian I told you – you're not allowed to talk with my things” The man froze – obviously his name was Sebastian. He looked at you with fear until his expression changed into a cold pokerface. He turn around and grinned at Jim. “I'm sorry Boss – I'll just leave”

In a matter of seconds Sebastian was gone. You looked at the place where he sat just seconds ago until Jim said something.

“I must say I didn't expect you to wake up any time soon – Sebastian surely knocked you out for good – but well – It was your own fault after all” Jim chuckled darkly until he sat down beside you. It was now that you realized that you were in a room that looked similar to a living room. The black leather couch stood in the middle of the room while a pretty big Flat screen hung on the wall.

“Won't you talk to me darling?” He touched your shoulder and you glared at him – but still you kept your mouth shut. Why should you talk to him?.

“You bore me – I still don't understand why Sherlock choose such an ordinary girl – still he chooses something that resembles a goldfish” One side of your mouth twitched in anger.

“I'll shove your suits down your throat if you say that one more time Jimmy”

“My my – I would enjoy seeing you try, goldfish.” He said with an amused tone while he looked at you darkly. Again one side of your mouth twitched in anger.

“I see – those horrible tries to threaten me are just loose words – You want to hear a real threat?”

You gulped slowly when his mouth was just an inch away from your ear. “If you continue this I'll chain you to my bed and skin you oh so slowly until you wish you'd never had tried to threaten me and then I'll fed your pathetic remains to my hounds” He chuckled darkly and his eyes lid up – he enjoyed it – to see the fear slowly building in the eyes of his victim – however, it wasn't fear that was in your eyes it was a small glim of amusement what made him enjoy it. Oh how wonderful you were.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You mocked the criminal with a sly smile on your face. Moriarty furrowed his eyebrows at you but kept his grin. His eyes still sparkling.

“It's a promise, dear” he whispered slowly in your ear until he finally sat back again. “And I'm a man of my promises”

I'm a man of my promises

Sherlock's voiced echoed in your head. Immediately after you backed away from Moriarty – falling from the leather couch to the hard ground. For a slight second Moriarty looked confused but then he grinned again – he always grinned didn't he?

“We should get back to business – Well as I told you I need you to burn your fiancé”

“How you gonna do it – Burn him? Do you want to bath him in gasoline?”

Moriarty chuckled. “I like that idea but – no”

His grin faded and he looked at you with a serious expression. “Sherlock is in my way – my clients don't want him to interfere with my work and to tell the truth – He starts to bore me – I thought it would be fun to play a little game with him but...” Moriarty trailed off. His brown eyes looking into your (e/c) ones. And there it was again – the grin of the consulting criminal.

“He's not the worthy enemy I thought he is”

“And why do you need me for that?”

“He cares for you – You are his weakness – a mere disadvantage”

“Sherlock doesn't care for me” was what you wanted to say – however, before you could even open your mouth the flat screen was turned on and hundreds of video clips were played – thousands of photos were shown.

Suddenly everything made sense. The proposal, his odd behavior – the public hand holding, the kissing – the caring. Sherlock – he had planned everything – it was just a game – another of his cases. You were just a thing he could use for his advantage. You were just another chess piece he needed for his games.

He didn't love you – You were just a part of his plan.

Your heart started to ache when you thought about it. The man you wanted to be with – the man you wanted to grow old with – he just used you.

Seconds later you started to cry while Moriarty watched you fall apart with a dark grin on his face. Oh, how enjoyable this was.