(TW: Torture, blood, mention of abuse, murder, drinking.)

(Fandom: Sherlock

(AU, if one: Femlock)

(Ship, if one: Implied Mormor)

(Gah I felt so nervous posting this for some reason...)

( @Satan_Incarnate_666 ) 

It seemed to be that day again. The day that Sienna always went to her old "home" and pointed a gun to her so called father's sleeping head but never pulled the trigger. She would either go to a bar or come home. Either way, the next day she would be drained. Jamie knew this, she had this day memorized. She never said anything, just took care of the woman the next day. As night became early morning, however, the criminal began to worry. Sienna could've been caught this time, or she finally did it and wasn't prepared for the emotions it would cause. Before any proper clothes could be grabbed, the door unlocked to Jamie's relief. The sound of sobs killed that relief fast, the criminal rushing to see the state her assassin was in. Not a drop of blood on her, or even her handgun she carried always. The smell of booze was sickeningly strong on her however, and tears running down her cheeks. The little amount of makeup she wore was ruined, coating her cheeks in a muddy hue.

Upon seeing the taller woman, the shorter almost fell forward, clinging onto her like a cliff's edge. Then her sobs became barely sensible words. But Jamie could understand every word, and every word began to pour rage into her soul. The blubbered words of describing the abuse that Sienna lived through for almost twenty years made Jamie hold the woman tighter. To hear that it was her father's fault for the scars on her chest was perhaps the last straw. Whilst the words he spoke were just as permanent on the woman's mind, this was something that ruined Sienna. She couldn't look in the mirror, taking showers in the dark. She hardly ever wore clothes that Jamie had seen her wear in photographs. She was in pain still from that attack, certain fabrics irritating her and the cold making it sting. The decision was made, but Sienna needed to be asleep for it to be put into motion. There were days that she had considered helping her assassin finish the job, but she never had the time or much desire to do so.

But now she wanted that bastard to suffer. 

First thing was first however, the criminal helping the assassin change into pajamas and into bed. Sienna was asleep when her head rested on the pillow, which gave Jamie the chance to change into a suit instead of going out in casual clothes. Everything she needed was in Sienna's car. It was difficult to even think of a plan, better ideas of pain popping in her mind as she rushed out the flat. The drive felt like two minutes instead of almost an hour, the mastermind pulling into a side road to avoid being seen. Though, she doubted anyone would see her. Sienna said that the staff only came at seven in the morning, and it was only half past three. So getting the room ready would be easy. No one would see her and no body could stop her. Instead of the thrill of crime rushing through her veins, Jamie only felt hatred. Raw and pure hatred fueled her veins, filling her body with an unstoppable wave of adrenaline. A heavy duffle bag was held in one hand, a pistol in the other. Sienna must've left the grand front doors unlocked, Jamie slipping inside. The room was just like her wife had described; dripping money and bragging rights. Dropping off the bag and pulling a chair to the center of the grand carpet, the criminal began to make her way upstairs. The master bedroom's door was opened already, practically beckoning the woman inside to attack the sleeping man inside. It was a beckon she gladly followed, the butt end of the pistol her method of knocking the man out. 

He wasn't an old man, as anyone who didn't know Sienna's history would expect. She was born when her parents were young, the assassin never giving the exact age. Most likely due to not caring enough for either parent to find out. Jamie didn't care for the man's age either, as it wouldn't matter when she was done. Forcing on the sweetest smile and look she could muster, she shook the man's shoulder to wake him. His eyes weren't the gorgeous color of Sienna's, thank heavens. Jamie felt sick at the almost lust like look that filled his blue eyes, quick to knock him out before a word could be spat out. Tucking the gun in her pocket, the criminal got to work on dragging him downstairs to tie him to the elegant chair downstairs. He was a public figure and such a gruesome would draw attention, so the only plan that was needed for this event was how to make it seem like he died in an accident. Being a criminal mastermind had it's perk in terms of revenge.

With the victim now tied tightly to the chair, Jamie got to work to search for what would be the best tool to start with. So many options yet a limited chance to do so. Knives so sharp she could cut to bone, blunt knives to drag out pain, multiple lighters for multiple purposes...Jamie settled for making it a surprise. Impatiently, she waited for Lord Moran to wake up. No, not lord or even a Moran. Augustus. A name she would spit at him with venom, to be said in a mocking coo. excitement pumped through Jamie yet again, pulling a chair to sit across from the man. He started to stir just as she was about to pour water on him, the criminal perking up. Confusion filled his eyes and soon fear, sending joyful shivers through Jamie.

Before he could say a word, the criminal slapped him across the face. The loud slap and sting to her hand made a grin begin to form. Pity she never wore her ring out. Augustus seemed to be stunned of the movement, giving the mastermind a chance to decide wear to start. Blunt heated knives came to mind first, the woman grabbing her tools quickly. The usual question of "who the hell are you" was uttered from the man's lips, and it was ignored. A part of her wanted to scream at the man, to demand answers for what he did to her sweet Sienna. The other part wanted to be silent the entire time, to watch him beg for death without a sound. The former was considered more, the hand held blowtorch set back into the bag. Jamie snapped her gaze to the bastard tied up, knife still in hand. She could do many things to make him suffer without risking him dying too soon. But there wasn't an ideal start she could think of yet, instead the woman tapping the flat of the blade against her lips in thought.

"I hate you." Was the first thing she officially said to her would-be father-in-law. Her tone was colder than usual. It wasn't the same emotionless tone; this time it was purely heartless. There wasn't enough words to describe how much she disliked Augustus. "You disgust me, committing crimes I wouldn't even wish upon my opponents." She continued, carefully crossing her arms. Her eyes refused to look at the man for long. He was truly vile in her eyes, and would be without Sienna's influence. Rich bastards never sat well with the criminal; they seemed like a breed of humans that were so different from most. Besides that, just the brief interaction before knocking him out gave enough that she should know about what he was like. "Before the fun begins, I have just one question for you." She wished he was on the floor to step on his chest, to completely establish that he had no power anymore.  

"What is it?" Augustus spat out, struggling against his tight bounds. Jamie narrowed her eyes, pressing the blade against his throat. She kept her distance, not wanting to be close to him unless she had to. The dull blade didn't draw blood but that wasn't the point. Pressure was the point. If she truly wanted to, she could stop that non-existent heart of his with this knife. And she wanted the lord, the man who thought he had power, to know that.

For a moment, the woman was silent. Her wording was too aggressive in her mind, her tone snappy. She wanted to sound calm, almost casual. But the memory of seeing Sienna barely speaking out the vile truth made her blood boil, the force of it spilling into her voice. "What did you gain from traumatizing your daughter?" She finally demanded, pressing the knife more into his skin. The man looked confused, only fueling the aggressive fire more. If he forgot the event that changed Sienna's future forever, she wouldn't even bother. A shot to the head would be the end if he didn't answer within a minute. 

Slowly, the light of remembrance filled his blue eyes. Jamie almost held her breath, trying to prepare herself for whatever infuriating answer he gave. For a moment, he was silent before answering, chin tilting up with his evil sense of pride. "Because, lady, if my daughter wanted to be a fighter so bad, she should've been ready for any sort of fight."

Actions rushed faster than words. Oh how the criminal wanted to snap at his stupidity but nothing came from her mouth. Not even a smile or hint of amusement at the scream of pain from the man as a knife pinned his hand to the armchair. She could re-quote his sick logic but didn't feel the need to. Nothing she did afterward was planned. Her hands and clothes were stained with the bastard's blood already. The temptation to take a trophy was gone. She didn't want any part of him to remain with her. But now the plan of making it an accident seemed useless, the damage much too grave for a car crash. Skin cut so deep that bone was seen, intense burns scattered around, a few broken bones...so many wounds that were a blurred infliction. Jamie noticed her heavy breathing now, blinking. Tossing the dirtied tools into the bag, she started to think of how to get rid of the body.

It was almost five in the morning. Two hours until people arrived and she still had a carpet to clean. Revenge wasn't easy to clean up. Jamie stared at the soiled carpet, chair, and man before noticing a fireplace. Burning the evidence was the best answer...but questions would arise. Nothing could connect to her, of course, but it would be annoying. Besides, Sienna would notice that her father suddenly disappeared so quickly after today. Jamie frowned, crossing her arms in annoyance. The only other option was to frame someone, most likely an upset mistress who wasn't getting enough attention from him. She had people who would gladly take this fall as long as she bailed them out, and of course she could do so. Wiping her hands on her shirt, the criminal dialed one of the many saved numbers. The other woman picked up quickly, the conversation brief. An address, a time, and an act. With that, Jamie stared at the mutilated body she created. She grimaced for a moment, wandering upstairs for new clothes. She couldn't come home blood soaked to Sienna. At least her "IT" clothes still had one last event before being tossed aside once and for all. The sound of the door opening and no scream signaled that her fall woman arrived just as Jamie found some old clothes of someone's to wear. They were a little too big on her but she didn't care, rushing downstairs to give an in person reassurance that she wouldn't let the other woman have her life ruined for this. 

And with that, the mastermind could return home to her wife. To give her the comfort she needed from her eventful night, and to continue showing the love the assassin deserved.