Molly felt more blood sliding down her left temple. She couldn't hold back a whimper as the cold metal of the knife was traced gently along her jaw. Moving away at this point was impossible, she was too damn exhausted.

She didn't know what he had done to the side of her head but she knew she needed to stop the bleeding before she had serious problems. Her whole world was spinning and she was close to passing out.

"Don't worry Molly." Tom was smiling as he spoke. "This will be a very nice present for Jimmy when he gets here. He'll appreciate it much more than you ever could."

Molly didn't even have the energy to fight with him. Didn't even have enough in her to glare at him.

After he had dragged her into that car one of the big guys injected her with something. She thought it was morphine. It felt like morphine.

When she woke up, she didn't know how many hours later, she was tied up to a chair. The room was dark except for a small window that had bars across it and a black curtain covering the whole thing.

The first attempt to open her eyes ended badly, it made her headache worse and nothing was in focus so she settled for keeping them closed and trying to stop the pounding in her ears.

She wasn't sure how long it took for Tom to come into the room, but it was long enough that the loud pounding simmered down to a light tapping in her head.

The lights flickered when he flipped them on and it was suddenly too bright and she flinched away from them.

She wished she was back to the beginning of this kidnapping. When bright lights were the only thing she needed to worry about.

"Welcome to actually being kidnapped Molly Hooper." He had said.

She wished she was back with Jim.

Oh.

More tears filled her eyes.

Jim.

He was probably freaking out right now. And she couldn't do anything to ease his worry or pain.

She had fought Tom at first, asking him why he was doing this and what had she ever done to him. Tom just shook his head and told her that he'd tell her after he'd broken her.

She tried to be bold and tell him that Jim would find her. Jim would save her. Or Sherlock. Someone would get to her in time.

That had made the man laugh so hard he had to sit down. Molly hated his laugh, she always had.

Tom assured her that before anyone could find her that she would be dead.

Fear rippled through her body, but he promised he'd wait and kill her just before they got there so they still had hope up until the last moments.

In the course of six hours he had taken her apart. Emotionally abused her. Physically abused her. He hit every single one of her weaknesses, because he was just the person to know them.

She had given him everything he needed to hurt her when they had been together—back when she didn't know any better and she thought she could still be happy. And because she had given him all this information she now had multiple broken bones, three bruised ribs, and a probable concussion. Not to mention a lot of blood loss.

He knew about her abusive father, her broken relationship with her mother, most of her fears and things she had always wanted to do. He knew what bothered her and he knew exactly how to make her squirm and scream and cry and beg.

Tom knew more about her than Sherlock or Jim did and that was sad. Not just because he ended up being the sickest of the three of them, but because she had wanted both Sherlock and Jim in her life so much more than she had ever wanted Tom.

Using everything he knew, every little detail, he had broken her spirit, her hope.

"Now Molly where's that new fighting spirit I've heard so much about?" his eyes held nothing but mocking and her eyes fell to the floor. She felt like there was a hole in her chest, and she didn't know how to filter through the emotions so she was closing down, her body wasn't letting her feel anything except the physical pain she had no control over.

She looked as broken as she felt. The only place he hadn't abused her so far was her face. He said he wanted that to be the only thing Jim saw as perfect when he found her body.

There weren't any tears left to cry at this point. She didn't know how it could get any worse, she could feel it, no one was coming to get her, she was all alone and she was going to die today.

She had only one question for him now.

"Why…why are you so mad at Jim?"

He had her bound so tightly around the chest that she could barely breathe let alone speak.

Tom looked her up and down for a moment before he tossed the knife to the side and she flinched as she heard it clank against the floor.

He sighed dramatically.

"Well Molly. Not that it's any of your business. I mean why do you even care? You broke up with me so why should I have to tell you anything about my life."

Molly would have groaned, but it hurt too much.

"Cut the bullshit Tom. You're going to kill me, you've already tortured me. I think the least you can do is tell me why."

He smacked the side of her arm, in what would have been a friendly manner if he hadn't already broken it.

She let out a pained yell and Tom chuckled, like it was a funny inside joke that she was in pain.

"Well Molly." He looked at his fingernails like this was a casual conversation.

"You see when Jim fell in love with you, there were other people who were already in love with him. Sebastian loves him. Not like you do, but in a best friend occasional fuck kind of a way."

Molly felt herself cringe away at that word.

Tom knew her father was an alcoholic and he used to swear at her all the time. Just add some more salt to her wounds.

It took Molly a moment to understand what he was telling her. Her breathing sped up a bit as she thought about it.

"S-So you're in love with him?" she asked quietly, looking up to see his face.

Being able to tell that someone was lying was one thing Molly Hooper could do well.

Tom looked at her for a moment and then let out a quiet scoff.

"He picked you over me. I gave the man everything he ever wanted. My mind adapted so I knew how to keep him entertained, and he chooses you."

Molly attempted to swallow. Her heart seemed to skip a beat and suddenly so much made sense, puzzle pieces started to come together in her mind.

"You're killing me because Jim isn't in love with you? You're killing me because he's in love with me?"

Tom's expression went blank.

"See that's what I'm talking about."

He walked over to where the knife had fallen and picked it up. He looked over at her, his eyes showing just how livid he was.

"You're so boring. So ordinary. Nothing special, nothing anyone else would even consider important. So why did he choose you over me?" he seemed to be thinking out loud to himself.

Molly looked at him and couldn't help the soft chuckle that came out of her, a cough followed the attempt at laughter and she tasted the blood as it trickled out of her mouth, it made her stomach turn.

His eyes snapped up to look at her and his expression became furious.

"What's so damn funny?" his hand connected with her cheek and she felt the sting moments after. Her head was spinning and the pain seemed to be phantom, like she was outside her body not really feeling it anymore.

She didn't even have energy to groan.

"You tried too hard." She said simply and then coughed a few times. Her eyes stayed closed, but she could all but hear Tom's brain working, contemplating what to do next.

Whatever his plan was, he wasn't expecting her to make him so angry. Molly smiled internally. Jim would have been proud of how she'd gotten in his head.

The thought that she'd never see Jim again made a wave of sadness and regret flow through her.

She never got to tell him that she'd forgiven him. That she cared about him more than she thought she ever would.

He'd never get to hear her say I love you and make fun of her for it. As the tears started to gather in her eyes again she cursed herself for being able to cry more.

Molly stifled a sob.

Tom was looking at this small woman and his eyes narrowed into a glare. She was crying again.

She was going to look like she'd been tortured when Jim got there and he needed more time to fix her up so she looked perfect for when Jim arrived.

"Alright now Molly. Let's get to the fun part shall we?" he used the knife to cut her binding and she felt a rush of air flow into her lungs. She fell forward, out of the chair, onto the floor and caught herself on the one arm that wasn't broken.

Tom kicked her side and she fell flat onto her stomach.

She groaned and stayed still. If she didn't move too much it didn't hurt as badly.

Too soon, someone was roughly pulling her up and she let out a yelp of pain. It all flowed into her body again and she blacked out for a split second, she gasped as he forced her to stay on her feet. Her whole body was shaking and it was getting harder to stay up but they weren't giving her time to think about it.

She was forced to walk towards what she assumed to be the place she was going to be killed.

As they walked into the room Molly noticed a few things. One was that they were by a pool. Second was that she was an idiot. Back to that stupid pool.

"Back to where it all started…if Jim had never messed with Sherlock he wouldn't have met me…You're punishing them both." She mumbled out loud.

Tom looked back to her and realized maybe she wasn't as stupid as he thought she was. It didn't matter much, she was about to be dead.

"J-Jim will figure it out. He'll save me." She whispered, and it sounded as pathetic to her as it did to the rest of them. A last ditch effort to make herself believe it.

Tom shook his head and took the gun from his henchman.

"It's too late for that Molly Hooper."

He took her from the one henchman and sent him away. He didn't have time for the hired muscle to screw it all up for him.

"Now walk." He hissed into her ear and shoved her along.

She whimpered in pain every step of the way, but he kept pushing her until they got to the deep end and he shoved her to the floor.

When he got to the edge of the pool he sat down next to it, his feet dangling in the water.

"Don't you ever wish you'd never met Sherlock Holmes? Or Jim from IT? Then maybe you wouldn't be here. Beaten and tortured. About to drown in the place that started it all. And they wouldn't have to be upset to find your body." Tom went on talking as if he were explaining his family reunion to someone. He sighed and sounded bored the whole time.

"They'll both blame themselves for not getting here quicker. They're both going to be angry. At each other. At themselves. Jim most of all for not seeing it coming or doing something to stop me."

Molly felt herself start to panic. She knew he was almost done and she didn't have a lot of time left. Her fight or flight responses were spiking up again, she wanted to run she wanted to fight. She could do neither.

"But after I kill you, it doesn't really matter anymore." Tom said with finality in his voice.

"What doesn't?" She asked him, managing to look up just enough to see his eyes. Those eyes that were so cold, she realized now they had always been that cold. He wasn't that good of an actor.

"Sherlock Holmes. Jim Moriarty. Their stupid games." Tom said.

He looked into the water and said

"Because I'll have taken the one thing that matters most to both of them, and they did nothing to stop me." It was almost like she wasn't there and he was talking to himself, trying to remind himself that that was true.

His expression became almost determined and she knew what that meant.

"That means I win."

He yanked her over to him and she let out a yelp and, with her new found adrenaline, she started to fight back once more.

Tom all but threw her into the water and she struggled with a broken arm and bruised ribs, but she fought to stay above the surface.

But then he was in the water with her, dragging her down and holding her under and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

She needed air, but couldn't get to it and her body was screaming for release from under the water.

Somehow she managed to punch him with her broken arm and it caused a ripple of pain through her whole body, but it got him away from her enough that she could get above water. She took in gasps full of air and tried to get to the other side of the pool. He was right back on her, holding her down and she knew she couldn't fight him anymore.

Her lungs were on fire and she struggled against his hold but he just pushed her deeper into the water, she gagged as she gasped and water filled her mouth, her nose, and her lungs. Everything on her hurt and she knew she wasn't going to win, she let her eyes close and she thought about Jim, thought about their time together and how she wished they had so much more. She was just glad he had come back to her after so long thinking he was dead.

There was a muffled sound above water just as she felt consciousness slipping from her. Tom suddenly stopped holding her down, but she was already too far gone and sunk deeper into the pool, thinking only of Jim and how much she wished she could have seen him one more time.

So uh I have no excuses I've been gone for a long time, I kinda have switched over to Ao3 for publishing fics under the name Molliartytho if you wanna follow me over there. I will continue to update this story on here along with the updates over there. The fic on Ao3 is more heavily edited and I don't plan on redoing the chapters on here because I am lazy and I'm sorry. I'M SORRY I WAS GONE SO LONG I HOPE ANYONE WHO IS LET CAN FORGIVE ME.