(longer chapter)

I woke up being cuffed to a bed with one of my hands. The bed was really comfortable, but it just didn't feel right. What did I think? Ofcourse it wouldn't.

I decided to stand up from the bed to discover some of the room. It had  a giant window that had a beautiful look over London. The room was mainly black and gold with some red details. A way to revealing wine-red dress in the corner of the room caught my eye. I tried to read it from a distance:

"Put this on, we have some unfinished business to take care of."
~Your prince

"Good job Moriarity, 'put this on.' Do you think I'll be able to do that being fucking cuffed to a bed?!" I yelled.

At this the door swun open. Jim stood in the dooropening, smirking.
"Morning sleeping beauty. Do you like your new room? And what about the dress?" His voice sang

"No way I'm going to wear that dress. How do you even know my size?" I asked.

He didn't say anything, and after a few seconds I came to a realisation:

"Dear Jim, can you fix it for me to make my future sister in law dissapear to South-Africa." I said

"Just soo.." he replied.

"Consulting criminal, should have know." I said

"I'm impressed, I had expected Sherlock to find out sooner." Moriarity said
.

He walked towards the door, putting his head around the corner of the doorway:
"Oh and darling, don't expect to see your brothers really soon. I'll keep my word and leave them alone and since you are staying with me for some time, you won't be able to see them anytime soon."

I kept silent;
"And put that dress on for dinner. The key of the cuffs is in the nightstand."

As soon as he closed the door I grabbed the keys and uncuffed myself. I walked up to the dress. It was actually pretty, just way too revealing. 

*Timeskip till dinner*

In the end I did put the dress on. I didn't have the energy to put some make-up on, not even some mascara. I walked up to the door and to my surprise it wasn't locked. I walked down a massive hall with a really beautiful, fairytale like, stairs down to what I surpose was the living.

I had no idea where to go, so I just turned left. I walked into a huge library. I wandered around for a very long time. Why doesn't Mycroft have such a library? I thought. I saw a notebook laying open on a desk. I walked up to it; human pshycology. I had studied it when I was younger. I could recall every bit of it, even tho it had been over 10 years since I had last read about it. Just then I heard a noise behind me. I turned around.

''This is surely not the dining room darling.'' Moriaritys cold, irish voice said.

''I know.'' I replied.

''You look ravishing, I must say.'' He said, smiling.

I just looked him dead in the eye.

''Don't even try, I won't give in.'' I said.

We walked over to the dining room. He pulled out a chair for me, at the head of the table. I sat down. He walked over to the other side of the table, and sat down. I definetly wanted to make him uncomfortable, so I stared right into his soul. People often told me my brown eyes could be really intimidating.

''Some lose themselves in the ocean eyes. Others, in the forest eyes, but I love to lose myself in your coffee eyes.'' Jim said.

At this I stood up and walked away, walking past the butler who was just about to bring in the food, leaving Moriarity in shock. I almost ran to the library, closing the door behind me soflty and hoping he would think I went upstairs. I walked up to the bookshelf when a book caught my eye; The Science Of Deduction. I knew Sherlock had written the book. So Moriarity was keeping an eye on him then. I hid it under my dress, it may come in handy some time.

I sat down at the desk, behind the notebook again. I decided to read it, I had always been interested in pshycology. Just then the door swung open, 2 men armed with guns walked in, Moriarity standing behind them. One of the men walked up to me, grabbing me by the arm firmly and dragging me with him. The other one followed, so did Moriarity.

I got dragged down to what I think was a basement. I was sat down on my knees and my hands were tied above my head, to some kind of chains. The 3 man walked out and the door closed with a loud bang.