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Inspired by the song "He's Got The Power" by the Exciters.

The rain was pouring outside. Everyone had retreated into their homes to avoid the downpour. Even the cats and dogs had fled to seek out shelter. The street was completely empty, save for a few kids in rain jackets and boots splashing about in the puddles growing on the sidewalks. You watched the children and sighed; you'd give anything to go down there and join them. They just looked so happy, jumping and slipping about the water. You'd tried to leave the posh penthouse earlier but James had quickly put a stop to that.

"Where do you think you're going?" He stepped in front you, blocking you off from the front entrance.

"Just for a quick walk is all. Only for a few minutes I promise," you added when you saw his disapproving look.

"I don't think so. We decided you don't like the rain anymore remember? Besides, Chanel and rainwater don't mix," he said as he ran his hand down the sleeve of your white jacket.

"YOU decided that I didn't like the rain anymore. Not me." you snapped. "And I hate Chanel. The rain could burn holes through it for all I care." The hand that had been stroking your sleeve ceased its movement. You looked up at his face to see him glaring at you.

"It doesn't matter who decided what," he said, his grip becoming painfully tight on your arm. "You're staying here and that's that."

 "No."

"Wanna run that by me again?"

"I said no, James. I want to go for a walk. So I'm going and I'll be back later. You can't control me like this."

"I'm James Moriatry," he said as his hand moved down to grip your right wrist, "of course I can."

"Let go of me!" you yelled as he began pulling you away from the door. When he ignored you, you struggled against his grip and managed to get your wrist free. Then, without thinking, you smacked him with your left hand using all the strength you could muster. The impact was so forceful it made your hand sting and within seconds you could see the outline of your fingers on his cheek. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned slowly to look at you, his eyes burning with rage. You turned to run and when he caught the sleeve of your jacket you slipped your arm out and kept on. You were almost at the door when he threw the jacket at your feet. The fabric became tangled in your stilettos, causing you to fall flat on your back. Before you could get up Moriarty was on top of you, his legs on either side of your hips. He tried to pin your arms down but you flailed against him, clawing at his shirt and tie. Your efforts weren't much and before too long he had both your wrists pinned above your head in one of his hands while the other had a harsh grip on your jaw.

"You were nothing when I found you," he told you in a calm voice. "Nothing. Now you have everything you could ever need. So if I say you can't leave, you can't leave. You're going to like what I say you like, and you're going to wear what I tell you. You're going to be whoever I want you to be, and you're going to be grateful for it. Otherwise, it's back to the streets for you."

He stared at you for a moment longer before shoving your face to the side as he got up and went away to his office. You had stayed there for a bit, crying silently before eventually dragging yourself off the floor to sit where you were now.

Events such as this had happened many times before. He had a hold on you and no matter how many times you tried to leave him, you could never bring yourself to do it. He had the power of love over you and you could never bring yourself to breakaway from him. But as you looked down at the bruises forming on your wrists you felt motivation growing inside of you. You weren't going to stay a moment longer. You decided you were going to march right up to him to say you were leaving. It was now or never.

You sat up from the window alcove and smoothed down your skirt after slipping back into your heels. You walked down the hall on your right and saw Moriarty at the end in his office, completely focused on whatever he was reading. You got to the room and stopped in the open doorway. Hearing your steps he looked up and you saw the nasty bruise that was forming from where you struck him. When his eyes met yours you broke down, all thoughts of leaving completely gone from your mind. Tears flowed from your eyes as you rushed over to him and straddled his lap, burying your face in his neck.

"I'm sorry," you cried, your words muffled. "I'm so sorry." You repeated the words over and over until your throat hurt and your voice grew hoarse. Even then you didn't stop apologizing. You pulled your face away from his neck and moved your attention to his bruise. You kissed every inch of the discoloration and between each kiss you whispered more apologies along with loving words.

"This is all my fault," you said as you pulled away from him. "I'm going to be much better from now on.  I'm not going to argue or complain or anything," you said as you fixed his rumpled tie. When you were done he took your hands in his and covered your palms in light kisses.

"You can never hit me like that again (y/n)," he stated after a few moments of silence.

"Never again I promise," you whispered as tears began to fall from your eyes again. "James I'm so sorry," you cried as you placed your head on his shoulder.  "Please don't leave me. Please don't ever leave me."

"I won't dear, I won't."  

"I love you so much," you told him as his fingers began running through your hair. "I just love you so much, you know that right?"

"I know darling. I know."