Kidnapping For Fun And Profit (JWatson@221B, BehindtheCurtain & Sebastian Moran)

((I think so... Sherlock has to at least be waiting!))

John's lips curled into a snarl. "Like. I. Said. I will tear you apart."

John sighed shortly as he stopped struggling. It was no use. The ropes were as tight as before.

When Moriarty pulled out the knife his heart skipped a bit, but then he smirked mockingly. "What, you gonna cut me up? Maybe leave scars that will follow me for the rest of my life? Sure, do it. Yeah, come here, Moran, hold me still! I swear I'll scream and holler in pain, just for you." Taunted John, trying to still his fast beating heart.

"You'll tear us apart? Cute." Sebastian teased with a nasty smirk in return, immediately following Jim's given orders and firmly holding John in place so he couldn't struggle and could hardly move at all.

"Very willing to let me do this, aren't you?" He whispered maliciously into the doctor's ear with a mocking grin, already amused by the situation. He had to admit it was entertaining. "And don't worry, once we're finished with you we'll be moving on to your precious detective."

Sebastian sent his boss a brief smirk to wordlessly tell him to carry out his plan seeing as John was now being held down, his eyes moving from the doctor to the knife in the criminal's hand.

[Sorry for being away and not replying for a while. I had no internet D:]

[Roommates sounds interesting. Even if they both met in detention or something along those lines :3 I just had it in mind.]

Jim gripped the top of John's head with his free hand and pulled sharply back so John was looking at him.

He took a moment to consider the man, and sighed. "Now Johnny Boy. That's not nice! I went through sooo much trouble to plan this for you." He tightened his death grip on John's head and shouts into his face. "Thank me! Thank me or I cut your hands so deep that they'll never be useleful again!"

Jim's face was contorted with anger. He stared unblinkingly at John as he placed his knife steadily against John's hand.

John snarled as he was held back by Sebastian.

"Don't touch him."

Ouch, why in hell did his have to be so damn sensitive?! His head snapped back and for a second Moriarty just stared at him.

"Don't call me-" John started, but by that time, Jim was screaming into his face and holding a knife to his wrists.

"Hardly fair, two against one" smirked John mockingly, not answering Moriarty's command.

((..... don't hurt him tooooo bad, he needs his hands and stuff, but I was looking forward to at least a liiiittle p a I n. Enjoy cutting into him. I suppose.))

((Gawd am I sadistic.))

((Useleful... Excuse me for a second while my spelling cries in the corner, lol. Also. What am I even doing? Oh, just winging this torture session. ;-)

((Also yes! Roommates sounds good. Jim would be such a bitchy roommate at first XD Um. If you want, I can give you my email, since I check it every/every other day (unless I'm dead or something, haha.) even if I forget to check here >_<))

Jim only shook his head with feigned disappointment. He turned John's left hand over and held it down. He took the knife and tenderly ran it across John's palm. Jim traced the shallow cut with his thumb, digging into it with his nails. He stared into John's eyes with a mad, fevered grin, looking for any hint of a reaction.

John whinced in preparation for a deep cut.... and was surprised to just feel a shallow slice on his palm. He looked at it incredulously it hurt no more than if someone had tried to stab him with a blunt butter knife!

Is that what they brought me in for? Just to draw small lines on my palm in blood?

Then Moriarty dug his nails into it. It hurt more than you would think, but not enough to make John yelp in pain. ... But he whinced anyway.

Ouch, God, now I know why.

Sebastian forcefully held John back and gleefully smirked as he watched his boss slice at the delicate flesh of the doctor's palm.

It wasn't satisfying him completely but he knew it was just a build up. Jim liked to tease. He took everything slowly to make the pain more excruciating. Unlike Jim, Sebastian didn't take things slowly. The sniper went straight to the ruthless torture instead of creating a build up.

He said nothing, not wanting to interrupt or distract the criminal from what he was doing.

[We could just do it on here in the AU part. Jim being bitchy sounds good though :) I don't use my email much so I wouldn't reply very often.]

Jim was suddenly struck with inspiration. He dropped John's hand, and moved his knife towards his chest. He placed it carefully over John's bullet wound. He wrapped both hands around the hilt and pushed.

((After some intensive discussions about anatomy and how not to accidentally stab an artery with my friends ^-^ ))

John cried out in pain. The knife had gone in about an inch, but it wouldn't be too bad as long as Moriarty didn't move it.

God damn it, this hurt almost as bad as the original wound! John just prayed it wouldn't take the same course. The first wound had gotten infected, and he had almost died. But then he had gotten better, like a miracle! And he met Sherlock three years later. Sometimes he wondered whether he was kept alive to help Sherlock. To be his moral compass.

Jim twisted the knife a little and John emitted a poorly held back scream.

Oh, poor Johnny! Jim had one hand resting idly on the knife's handle, and was resisting the desire to touch John's shoulder- he didn't want the blood on his fingers. He made a motion to Sebastian. "Get his shirt off. I don't want him to die from this." Jim carded his free hand through John's hair, holding him firmly back. He looked dispassionately at a point somewhere to the left of John's forehead and hissed, "Don't move. I will have you restrained. If you care to live long enough to see Sherlock again, you will not move unless I say to." Jim sighed. "Well, doctor? I suppose we should apply pressure to the wound. Sebastian, don't remove the knife unless I command. Do you understand?"

((Gotcha. I'm just *ahem* pretty bad at remembering to reply on here too. Well, I'll always reply. Just.. Well, you've likely noticed. Also, I would love to play Jim being a generally self-entitled ass. So. Would you like to write the starter, dear roomie? Or I can have it posted by 8pm tomorrow :3 I'll make a note on my desktop, lol.))