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Chapter 4: Open or Closed
A man who was previously chained up like Jesus Christ and has been tortured for the past 6 hours, is currently chained to an operating table, his chest cut open, you can see his heart beating rapidly. Sherlock glances at him; a politician's son who goes partying and gambling often. A heavy drinker. Goes to law school but is failing. Spends his allowance on drugs. Currently drugged on methylenedioxymethamphetamine. Will die in 24 minutes from blood loss. Organs will be harvested for tonight's dinner.
Sherlock looks away and his eyes land on a young brunette. She is being raped by an overweight man in his late 40's. Her body is limp, no energy to fight back, tired from orgasm and brutal continual use. She looks up at Sherlock and mouths "Help me." The man slaps her across her face and starts thrusting into her more forcefully causing silent tears to flow down her face.
He sees another man with only one arm, bleeding out in a corner but being forced to stay conscious. The other arm is skewered on a spit. The man turning the severed arm over a flame grins at Sherlock revealing rotting teeth stained grey and brown.
"Dinner." He states darkly licking his lips.
Sherlock looks away and carries on browsing. A woman, around 22, is being made to lap dance a man around the same age plus or take a year. He is sporting a prominent erection and starts to undo his fliers. Out of common decency Sherlock looks away but looks back when he thinks how these men aren't decent people so he continues looking to further grasp what he is up against. The girl now has her hand around the man's cock and is jerking it tentatively. The man thrusts her head down onto his member so she deeps throats him and sick spills out of her mouth but he forces her to continue roughly fucking her face until he comes into her mouth and kicks her backwards. She immediately scuttles into a dark corner, retching and begins rocking back and forth, raising her hands to cover her ears.
The last man is fucking the last woman while she blows one of her captors. Sherlock stares at her intently, he recognises her. Susan Garfield, M.I.6 agent who was thought terminated on her last assignment to capture an escaped convict, Fabian Hutch. Could the man who brought him here be him? No, they both look different. Fabian has ginger hair, a welsh accent, green eyes and is 33. His kidnapper is definitely just over 20, has blonde hair, blue eyes and no accent. Sherlock files this information in case he needs it later. The man fucking Susan has a cock ring on and a remote control vibrator up his ass. Susan has on nipple clamps. Both are blindfolded. Sherlock tries to understand what these 'instruments' do. Whenever he slows his thrusting the vibrator tempo is increased making him want to release. The vibrator is pushed up against his prostrate causing pleasure but some discomfort. Assessing the amount of semen dripping down Susan's thighs, Sherlock estimates that they have both came at least 13 times in the time they have been together. Knowing Susan's identity may put him and her in further danger so he notes to mentally refer to her as another woman also making the situation less awkward. Susan- the woman has nipple clamps on suggesting her nipples are sensitive so if he nears his peak the clamps are squeezed so she comes too. The combination of cock ring and vibrator causes the man to thrust erratically and he reaches round to squeeze the clamps. He's been told to do this. Interesting, he hasn't lost his erection. Oh. The cock ring prevents him from losing his erection so he has to continue in order to reach fulfilment.
The man can choose anything to do with these people yet he chooses sex. Why? He knows I am acclimatised to violence so beating or torturing them wouldn't cause a strong emotional reaction. He could use them to demand anything from the British Government as most of them are of high political importance yet he has alerted no-one that he has these people. I have abstained from sex so seeing it in front of me is meant to put me off guard. I do not care for boring bodily acts so why…because I am a virgin. Sherlock remembers the text message and how he ended it "Virgin." Sherlock's body turns rigid as he realises what is in store for him. He quickly descends deeply into his mind palace. Although he has John which causes and emotional response from me, he wants to cause a physical response too. It is the only other thing I care about and which he does not have. Sherlock thinks about John and how much he wants John to be his first and his last. How they will grow old together. How much they love each other. Sherlock is dragged from his thoughts when he feels a needle pierce his arm. He looks up and see's the blonde-haired man looking down at him. An hour already? He wonders.
"Yes it's been an hour Sherlock."
"On first name terms are we? Well tell me your name so I may be as familiar."
"My name is Hunter. Hunter Johnson."
"Well Hun-" Sherlock pauses as the drug kicks in. "Diacetylmorphine. Heroin?" He asks.
"Well done. I guessed you would be familiar with it."
"I don't take drugs anymore. You should know that since you know so much about me already."
"Yes I do. I suppose you must miss it but now John is your drug. What a shame he's a little tied up at the moment."
Sherlock tries to respond but confusion and drowsiness overtake him. Sherlock looks around and attempts to speak, "Heroin reduces sexual urges and relieves pain so whydidyougive…" Sherlock slurs his words, his speech slowing. He attempts brushing his hair back but his co-ordination is off and his hand just goes over his head. Hunter picks up another needle and injects Sherlock. Sherlock's pupils dilate and his heart rate increases.
"Benzoylmethylecgonine. Cocaine."
"Well done again. Now your libido will rise rapidly especially with the amount I just gave you."
"A bit of cocaine isn't going to break me or make me desire anything sexually. I've had plenty before to control the symptoms." Although he says that he rushes his words and Hunter smirks, it's another symptom.
"Just you wait." Hunter clicks his fingers and two of the men bring out a TV with a live feed of John tied up to a chair but he looks mainly unharmed with only a cut on his cheek. No semen on him and his trousers were on him and fliers done up as the last time they had been together. So Hunter had been trying to provoke me.
"John!" Sherlock breathes.
"Sherlock?" John looks up searching for the voice but shakes his head and laughs, "Oh great, I'm losing it." A man entered the room wheeling in a TV similar to the on in front of him. John can now see Sherlock.
"Sherlock! Where are you?"
"I'm in the same building as you."
"Are there people with you?"
"Yes."
"Open?"
"I will be." John nods slowly and bites back tears.
"Shield." Sherlock whispers which signals John to stay strong. John nods again and straightens his body.
"Well this has been very touching but I think it's time to begin." The TV is moved back a bit but the feed remained live.
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A/N - (Open is one of their code words which means harmed or injured. 'Closed' is the response to say that you're ok.) Thanks for reading so far. xox
