John knows he is coming even before he steps through the door. He has stay here long enough to know the signs, yet he stays still in the expensive chair (‘The same color as his old chair’ his mind whispers), sipping tea and reading the new book he had found on the bookshelf yesterday (every time he finishes a book, a new one would appears, somehow always his favorite kind.) He hears the sound of doorknob being turned, then the creaking sound of door being opened, follows by a sickening sweet voice. “Oh~ Johnny Boy, I’m home~.” Jim Moriarty sing-songs and John forces himself to look up. (He knows the consequences of disobedient, never direct at him though, always other people. Innocent people. He knows the doctor’s weakness, too caring for …show more content…
The consulting criminal slowly slops down on the chair opposite from him, eyes never leaves the ex-army doctor. After a while, he opens his mouth. “Have you been a good boy while Daddy was away?” He purrs in his fake soft voice, the one that may sound nice and kind and good but John knows it only purpose is to lure you in false safety, catches you off guard so he can messes with your mind. John closes his eyes for a moment, tries to calm himself down. He can feel his heart racing in his chest. Living with a psychopath means you have to be careful every single second because you will never know what they are thinking or feeling. He opens his eyes to a manic grin that cause him to shiver. Defeated, John nods …show more content…
John grimaces at the pet name but he tries his best to cover it, but the look on the other man’s face shows that he notices. “Hurry up dear.” He stresses out, causing the doctor to grimace again. “Daddy doesn’t have all day.” John grits his teeth, no matter how many times this happens, he still feels so wrong, so dirty, and he feels like betraying his best friend, his almost-lover for not being stronger than this, for giving in to this monster that has hurt so many people and continue to do so. But he knows why he has to do this. And that’s what makes it worse. (“You don’t want me to hurt your precious detective, do you? Because if you want, I can send somebody to his flat right now and put a bullet in his pretty little head. How does that sound?”) “Yes.” The doctor manages to spat out, though he tries to keep the disgust and hatred out of his tone as minimum as possible, which is not much. Moriarty clicks his tongue loudly in disappointment. “You forget something, Johnny Boy?” He smiles widely, stretches his legs out and crosses his ankle in a relaxing