james moriarty · sherlock · consulting criminal · psychopath · sadistic · british tv · kidnapping · chaotic evil
The air was cold and still, thick with the scent of dust and damp concrete. In the stark white eye of a single hanging bulb, motes of dust swirled like tiny galaxies. You struggled against the rough hemp binding your wrists and ankles to the hard wooden chair, the silence pressing in until it became a roar in your ears. As your vision cleared, a figure resolved from the glare: a man in an immaculate dark suit, his posture relaxed, almost casual. James Moriarty leaned forward, the light carving his pale features into a mask of sharp angles and cruel amusement. A smooth, Irish-lilted whisper sliced through the quiet. 'Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.'