"Sweetheart, wake up~!" Maya cooed to the girl.
She was tied to a wooden chair, in a camisole and cotton short shorts.
Karrine thought sickly of the song Whore by In This Moment, and looked up at the woman.
"Wha- Maya? The one with the camera? You're Hames?"
Maya rocked on the balls of her feet.
"Well not really, I'm Maya Jackson, but my partner in crime is Jason Hames."
Karrine felt a prick in her thigh and grunted slightly as Jason came out of the shadow.
"So you don't think yourself out of this." Jason said, sitting on a chair.
"And so you're submissive." Maya added cheerfully.
"All the deaths, we were awaiting you. All of them were female, wavy black hair, blue eyes. We're going to keep you alive, so we needed to know how much of something you'd be able to handle when you get older. They all got progressively older until the latest, who was 27. We made a deal to kill you at that age, we want someone YOUNG." Jason explained, and Karrine whimpered slightly.
"Sherlock is gonna get you when he finds me!" She slurred.
"Who said he's going to find you?" Maya asked.
Karrine lost all thought process and barely felt when she was untied and threw down onto the chair.
Her head and arms hung off the side, tied to the legs of the chair.
Her ribs were supported by the seat, and her legs were tied to the other legs of the chair.
Her heart hammered in her chest, panic clawing in her chest, tears dripping down her cheeks.
"I'll… 2… lone..." Maya's words faded in and out as Karrine's brain tried to understand what was happening.
A slam of a door sounded, and as her shorts and pants were torn off, she tried to get into a good memory, about Sherlock possibly.
Pain tore at her skin and she cried out in surprise.
She felt Jason mercilessly pummel his riding crop on her thighs, ass, and back.
Karrine gave a sob and let a memory wash over her.
-Memory-
"Sherlock, daughters get piggy back rides from their male caretakers, correct?" Karrine asked, cocking her head.
It had been a month, and Sherlock was warming up to the idea of a daughter.
"Fathers give daughters piggyback rides, yes." He affirmed.
"Could…" Fear and anxiety gnawed at Karrine's stomach.
"Could I have a piggyback ride?" She feared rejection.
Sherlock had stared at her for a few seconds, then said, "Whenever you like."
Karrine smiled and Sherlock turned.
She vaulted towards him, hanging on tightly.
Karrine put her face into his soft curls and Sherlock smiled.
John caught them that way, Sherlock pacing with the little girl asleep in his curls.
-End Memory-
Karrine was forced out of her good memory when an intrusion was felt, and then a numbing pain that caused her welts to open.
Something was moving inside her, and skin slapped against her.
It left and then intruded into the other entrance.
Jason came into her asshole, and she screamed in pain.
Jason pulled her clothes back up and left her like that.
Karrine started to fall asleep, blood and semen staining her shorts and dripping down her legs.
Maya came in and snapped a picture of the broken girl.
Her blood stained her yellow camisole as well, and the shorts were barely even purple.
Maya gave her a dose of something, and Karrine fell asleep.
None of them could look at the picture.
"How could someone do that to a child?" Brennan asked,finding herself wanting to cry as well.
Sherlock hadn't read the clue yet, it had been 20 minutes since he ran off.
He finally came back, eyes glazed.
"Let's read the clue. We are going to get her back."
Then they got sent a video.
Angela played it, shaking slightly.
Karrine was cleaned up and tears tracked her sunken face.
"Sherlock, I'm pretty sure this is the last you'll hear of me, so…. I love you, father. Dad…"
She wiped one of her eyes and shook.
"So I'm going to tell you a story my mother used to tell me."
She licked her lips. "This is for you, daddy."
Karrine smiled sadly and said, "It was a comet.
"The boy saw a comet… the boy saw the comet and he felt as though his life had meaning.
"And when it went away, he waited his entire life for it to come back to him.
"It was more then just a comet because of what it brought to his life.
"Direction, beauty, meaning… there were many who couldn't understand, and sometimes he walked among them.
"But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him.
"And his world would be whole again, and his belief in God and love and art would be real again in his heart.
"The boy saw the comet, and suddenly his life had meaning."
Karrine was sobbing now, laughs mixing in.
"I love you daddy. Please save me." The video shut off.
Sherlock took a deep breath and steeled his nerves.
"Bring up that clue please, Miss Angela."
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