John grumbled around his dummy.

Sadie: “I’m sorry, what was that?” a disembodied voice purred at him from the dark.

John chewed furiously until it felt as if his teeth finally severed the rubber nipple in his mouth from the leather gag buckled behind his head. He struggled to work the strap away from his mouth and spat the remnants on the floor; “I said, you’re a dead man if Sherlock gets here before the coppers do…and he will.”

Moriarty steps into view, clucking his tongue and wagging his finger at the bound man. “Now now, Joh-nny, that’s not appropriate language for someone of your stature…” He brings his other arm from around his back, and John’s blood runs cold as he sees the heavily studded leather belt doubled over in his hand.

“Daddy’s had enough now.”