They say hearing is the last to go when you black out. I blacked out seemingly all at once. My hearing was the first sense to return when I felt myself come back to the living. A husky female voice announced her presence.
"Oh my, my. Look what my guys have brought me now! The great Sherlock Holmes. Is it my birthday?"
I lay still while I get my bearings about the sound of her voice and try to make a deduction about where I am. Her voice is like silk, smooth and velvety. I crack open one eye and see a starch white room. I am laying flat on a smooth surface, not quite a bed. Maybe a stretcher or table. My head hurts where I was knocked unconscious, no doubt quite a knot there. I try to swallow but find my mouth parched, my tongue licking my dry, cracked lips. I think it's time to try moving about a bit; no wait, I'm strapped down and immobile, even my head. I fight the panic that is settling into my body and take a deep breath. I hear myself cry out as the pain in my left side stabs me back to the harsh reality that I have been abducted.
"Mr. Holmes, welcome! You have your mind palace, I have my pleasure palace." She gets nearer to me and I shake my head loose from the strap around my forehead. I crane my head around to see that she is wearing an all-latex cat suit with face mask to match.
She caresses my head, "Poor baby, my guys worked you over pretty hard", she progresses to lightly touch my left side where my ribs are surely broken. "Ooh...what's this?", she fingers the scar on my right side where Mary shot me. "You've had surgery, poor baby. I can give you more scars if you are into that." I clear my throat and hear my harsh reply, "What do you want? Who are you?" She puts a finger up to my lips, "Shush, now is not the time for questions. So full of questions." her eyes narrow and she takes in my body's length. "You need extensive treatment Mr. Holmes. I can't have you hurting yourself now can I"? She placed my neck in a rigid cervical collar and strapped my forehead back to the table. I struggle against the straps holding my body down hoping to find a loosening in their hold. "Release me now.", I calmly tell her in my most threatening tone I could muster.
"What fun would that be? Now, as I said before, shush!" She held up a small syringe filled with an amber filled liquid. I recognized it immediately from my past years of heroin use. A part of me begged for the sweet release that I knew it would give but another part of me was appalled at the thought of being doped against my will. "No, whatever you want, I will try to get it for you, no...no." I felt a cold wipe on my inner arm and she moved the needle closer to my arm. I was begging now, crying even, "No please! I don't do that anymore, I don't want it. Please stop." There was a pinch and then I felt the warmth of the drug spreading through my body, instantly warm and gooey. The mistress was smiling. "Good, good boy. You're going to be so delicious!" The world faded into the distance and I lost my consciousness to the inky blackness.