John woke up. The first thing he noticed was blood on his temple and blood dripping down his face. Probably got concussion. He thought. Second thing he noticed was that he was tied to a chair, his wrists tied together behind his back. He opened his eyes and saw that he was in a small, dark and damp room. The light kept flickering, which was making his headache worst. There was an empty chair in front of him. Suddenly someone opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind them. He couldn't see who it was.
"Oh hello John, sleep well?" The ratty faced man said. John recognised his voice.
"An-Anderson?" John asked as he still couldn't see the man as he was hiding in the shadows.
"I wonder if you can guess why I got you here." Anderson smirked, walking out of the shadows and in his hand was a small, sharp knife he was playing with.
"What the fuck Anderson? Let me out of these ropes!" John shouted.
"Mmm, Nah. I think I'll have some fun first. Let's see how much it takes for an ex-soldier to scream." He grinned, wickedly and then stabbed John in his right shoulder, not too deep that he'd bleed to death but enough for him to be in pain.
John tried thrashing against the ropes to stop Anderson from stabbing him again. The throbbing in John's shoulder made him almost cry out. He couldn't let Anderson get what he wanted.
"Well Johnny, what do you think? Why am i doing this?" Anderson urged John to answer him.
"I...I don't know!" John shouted. He hoped Sherlock would find him soon and shot Anderson.
Anderson sighed. "Fine I'll tell you. I'm doing this to get back at your psychopathic boyfriend. Everybody hates him. He's made my life hell. My wife won't have me back and Sally won't have me now either, because of Sherlock Bloody Holmes!" Anderson ended up shouting after his small speech.
John stared at Anderson for a while. "Says the one that kidnapped me and just fucking stabbed me in the shoulder." He spat.
"Shut up!" Anderson shouted in John's face.
Suddenly, there were bangs of doors being opened and voices. Anderson acted quickly and cut the ropes that kept John restricted to the chair, and stood John up, placing the knife in his hand to John's throat. Forcing the sharp knife into John's skin a little too hard, causing a thin cut on his throat already to bleed. "Try anything funny and i slash your throat in front of your freak boyfriend." He spat in John's ear.
Then Sherlock, Lestrade and some other New Scotland Yard officers ruptured through the door and all of them froze in shock at the two men in front of them.
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