In the most biblical sense~
"God, will you just SHUT UP."
[ Seriously, what is with these hostages. All they ever do is scream and freak the hell out. Jim had hardly even done anything to her yet. Next time he really ought to aim for someone a little bit older. This cute little blond he picked up couldn't possibly be a day over twenty. He had just finished taking the photo on his cell after awkwardly trying to position himself in order to get the angle just right. THIS WAS ART. Dammit.
So despite all the hysterical screams and wailing for help, he goes over to upload the image to his computer. This should grab their attention. He had gotten so terribly bored lately, this was just flat out ridiculous. Now he had resorted to petty kidnappings and hostage situations. Like this girl here. Innocent enough. He had stopped by Baker Street earlier that day to grab a quick snack at the cafe, Speedy's which just so happened to be located right under 221B.
And that's when he saw her. All cheery and bri- ]
"IF YOU DON'T SHUT THE HELL UP I WILL RIP YOUR TONGUE OUT."
[ All cheery and bright eyed she was. Nothing at all like the condition she was in now. Jim had her restrained to a chair which was pushed back against the far wall of this seedy looking motel room which was only a block or so away from Regents Park. He had promised to wait, keep patient, and not kill this girl till Saturday when he was scheduled to meet up with his favorite detective and loyal little pet.
Moriarty uploaded his threat online with something of a sigh as he leaned back, stretching out his arms and placing them behind his head with a sense of accomplishment. Now we wait. ]