Sherlock was getting fustrated. He hated being tied up. He wondered if anybody would even know that he was here. He tried to struggle. I need something to loosen the ropes he thought But what. The dark haired man was scanning around , he knew it had to be something he could reach, well if he got a htand free. But Moriarty hadn't left anything close by.
Oh this was going to be annoying . He really didn't want to admit that he needed help.
The detective yelled in fustration. He hoped at least maybe somebody would hear his screams. But he wasn't sure if Moriarty would keep it so people didn't know he was here. THough if Moriarty did want people to know it would be for a reason.

I have Sherlock he sent that to Lestrade on an different number than his own. Moriarty smirked wondering if Lestrade would figure that out. He knew that Lestrade wasnt as smart as Sherlock. He goes over and punched the detective in the stomach. Sherlock mainly just gasped and coughed a bit. He tried to recover a bit and then glared looking up. He wouldn't let Moriarty win.
He was stronger than that, Moriarty couldn't break him down so easily.

"I"m not breaking," SHerlock growled, He refused to. He glared long and hard as if to say he wasn't backing down. The longer Sherlock was here. The more annoyed he was getting. The detective was waiting for somebody to know he was here.
He was bruised and injured and was starting to doubt he could find a way out, when the ropes were so tight he couldn't move. Moriarty had made sure Sherlock couldn't escape, knowing the man was smart.