Moriarty let out a low whistle, shiny black dress shoes silent against the soft, equally dark carpet.

He circled you, placing both hands on either of your shoulders. It was so entertaining, seeing you stir and begin to realize your situation.

You were restrained to a chair. Moriarty's shadow loomed over you from behind.

"Wakey-wakey~! Good morning, hi!" Jim hummed in a sing-song tone. He leaned forwards, resting his chin on your shoulder with an almost childish smile.