Title: Something More Sinister – Chapter 4

Author: Ambur

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Not mine

Beta: Sara60691

Notes: The chapters will get darker and darker as we go. I'm still establishing the plot with this chapter, not much exciting happens, hope you enjoy anyway!

Molly awoke slowly as the sun light filtered in from the window. She kept her eyes closed tightly, hoping that when she opened them, she would be back in her own bed with Toby, this nightmare behind her.

Toby! Molly's eyes snapped open and she sat up. Who's going to take care of Toby?

Tears filled her eyes at the thought of her little companion alone and wondering where she was, thinking he had been abandoned.

"It's better if he doesn't see you cry." A woman's voice came from the corner of the room.

Molly gasped and turned around in the bed. "Who are you?"

"Irene Adler. I belong to John."

"Irene…the Woman…" Molly said barely above a whisper. She blinked twice before looking back at the woman. "What do you mean, you belong to John."

"I belong to John, as you belong to Sherlock."

"So…we're like what, like servants…?" Molly swallowed hard, barely able to say the next words, "Or a pet…?"

"Or sex slave?" Irene finished, moving away from the wall and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I wouldn't put it quite like that. They don't see us as servants necessarily…we're more like something beautiful for them to look at, like a painting or vase. Yes, we belong to them, they own us, and they fuck us, but they also take care of us, I suppose, in their own way."

Molly shook her head, fresh tears falling. "I don't want to be…to be…"

"Fucked? You'll get used to it. You'll have too because Sherlock's appetite is even more insatiable than John's. You'll spend much time underneath Sherlock Holmes. It's not the worst place you could be, I suppose. It's better than being out there." Irene said, nodding towards the window.

"It is unfortunate that James also wants you."

Molly's eyes widened.

"Oh yes, I heard John and Sherlock talking about it last night. Sherlock will have extra protection on you. I'm sure James will try to take you and will probably succeed. It's a great game between the two of them. Then you'd really be fucked…quite literally. I don't suppose you'd ever be off your back."

Irene stretched lazily. "But doesn't worry, Sherlock would get you back. He wouldn't let him have you long, if he lets him have you at all. Who knows with those two? Rather like little boys, they are."

Molly stared down at her hands as the tears fell. She flinched when she felt Irene's hand close over hers.

"I am sorry, that he took you. I have heard of the world that you came from. You've known freedom, love, warmth, hope, and now you're here and you'll never see it again." Irene squeezed her hand. "But you must not let him break you! You must try and stay strong. There are others in this world, other men of power that long for how it used to be, that still remember what it is to hope."

Irene reached out and gently brushed the hair from Molly's cheek. "Come on, let's get you into a nice warm bath."

Molly's expression became frightened.

"Don't worry. Sherlock is not here. He's gone out to meet James for some business dealings. You'll be safe to bathe in peace." Irene said, standing and pulling the covers from Molly. She noticed Molly's gaze linger on the door.

"Don't even think it. John is here and if you tried to escape…Sherlock would punish you. Besides, where would you go Molly? And without Sherlock's protection, you wouldn't last a day."

"Maybe I don't want to last."

Irene's eyes narrowed and she grabbed Molly's chin in a vice grip. "Don't say that! Don't you dare say that! Not ever. The minute you give up, the minute you give in…you become like me or Mary or even worse, like Sherlock or John. Take a good look at Sherlock or John, Molly. That is what happens when there is no hope left…only despair and nothingness. It eats your soul until you are nothing more than the barest shell of who you used to be."

Sherlock and James sat silently beside one another, listening to the men in front of them discuss their interest in James' export business. Sherlock's hand was tightly wound in the girl's hair as she sucked him hard. She sputtered when Sherlock rammed his cock deeper into her throat, choking her.

James burst into peals of laughter. "I take it you're a bit frustrated. Our little kitten wasn't in the mood last night?"

Sherlock glared at him. James stopped laughing and looked at him a moment before a fiendish look of glee crossed his face.

"You felt pity for her, didn't you?" He chuckled softly, "How splendid."

"Shut it, James."

"Would you like us to leave you alone for a few moments while you pound Brianna into oblivion?"

James stood and motioned for the other two men to leave the room.

Sherlock grinned, jerking the girl up by her hair.

"How very kind of you James," Sherlock said as he forced Brianna over the table, kicking her legs apart.

Brianna began to fight viciously. She began to cry, "Please...don't…I've never…"

Sherlock stopped, his face falling.

"You've given me a virgin, James? You know how I dislike virgins."

James frowned, "Oh, I didn't realize that you were serious about that. Well, I don't see what difference it makes for her. She's going to have to have a man soon enough. She's going to be working in one of my clubs."

Sherlock jerked the girl up by her hair and pulled her back so he could look at her face.

"Oh James, what a waste. She is much too pretty to be used like that."

James rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Oh I'm sorry, I could've sworn she just had your cock in her mouth."

"Don't be crude, James. You should let Madam Hudson have her. She could train the girl how to interact in social circles. She could turn this little one into a proper lady I should think. Could catch a fair price for a diplomat's wife, yeah?"

"You are such a bore sometimes, Sherlock." James sighed deeply. "Alright, I see the sense in what you are saying. But she still needs to be made a woman."

Sherlock smiled. "You know, I haven't had a virgin for several months now. Perhaps I would like to have the honor."

James grinned. "Well, don't break her. Especially not after giving me such a lovely idea on how to triple the profit on her. Now, I'll leave you to it."

Sherlock snorted in annoyance "I'm not going to do it now, you bloody wanker! Have one of your goons take her to my flat on Baker's street. John can keep her entertained while we talk business."

"You are trusting John can keep his hands to himself, then."

"John doesn't have any difficulties in keeping his hands off other people's things, unlike you, James."

Sherlock released the girl's hair and she tried to move away from him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"You will need to get used to my touch, pet." With that, he crushed her lips with his. She struggled to break free and when she felt she would faint, he let he go. James grabbed her arm and shoved her towards one of his thugs.

"You heard the man, take the lovely little lady to 221 B. Baker Street."

The man started dragging the girl out.

"Oh and James, tell your men that if they even attempt to take Molly, John with cut them from groin to sternum. He is a most loyal friend, that John."

James burst into peals of laughter again. Sherlock smiled and began to move his hand over his own cock.

Irene wrapped the towel around Molly's body. Molly began to dry the water from her hair with another towel. Irene left her in the bathroom for a moment and came back carrying a formal dress.

"Put this on. He'll expect you to be dressed and ready for him when he gets back."

"I'd prefer if I could just have my clothes cleaned and…"

"You don't get it do you? It doesn't matter what you want anymore. You will wear what he gives you and you will go where he tells you or you will suffer the consequences. Sherlock is not above using sex as punishment…and it can be a most awful punishment." Irene said and Molly could not help but shudder at the haunted look in her eyes.

Molly stood and took the dress from her, letting her hands linger over Irene's in comfort.

Both women jumped at the sound of the knock at the bedroom door.

"Irene, love, Sherlock has a new girl. Come look after her will you?" John said

Molly looked at Irene with wide eyes and whispered. "What does he mean Sherlock has a new girl?"

Irene's expression was sad and grave. "What do you think it means, Molly? He's brought another girl to 'break in'…" She spat venomously. "I'm sure for James. She's probably to work at one of his god forsaken clubs."

"I'm starting think God does not exist in this place."

"No, Molly, he doesn't. And if you expect to survive, you better look to yourself!" Irene sighed. "I just pray the poor girl isn't a virgin. Sherlock dislikes them…he hates the crying…"

Molly was surprised when Irene pulled her into a tight embrace. "I'm just so happy to not be alone now…" Her voice broke from emotion. "But I despise what that means for you."

Irene turned and left the room quickly.

It was around 8 pm when Sherlock finally got back to the flat. Molly could hear himand John talking about their day, like murdering, maiming, and pillaging was the most normal thing one could engage in. She felt her blood run cold. She jumped when Sherlock came into the room, tossing his gun and wallet down in the chair beside the bed.

"How was your day, Molly, love?"

Molly didn't answer, just continued to stare at the floor. She didn't see the expression of glee cross over Sherlock's face. She's going to fight me…how delicious…

"John tells me that you didn't eat much. That is unwise, love, as you will need your strength for all the plans I have for you…for us…"

Sherlock moved to stand in front of her. He grasped her chin. She tried not to flinch when he touched her. No good to make him angry, she knew. "You look beautiful, love." He grasped her arms gently to pull her up. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, his fingers digging painfully into her arms.

"Believe me, love. I'm glad you have fight in you, but I am afraid now is not the time. We are expecting guests, and then we will all be heading out for a night on the town. I think it would be prudent for you to see the city…" He tightened his grip even more and she cried out from pain. "And to learn your place. You also need to learn to be grateful because I plan on showing you tonight what would become of you if I turned you out."

He released her abruptly and she fell back onto the bed. She rubbed her arms, knowing there would be bruises soon.

"I was right; you do look stunning in white. It's a symbol of your innocence and goodness…" His face became serious. "It's why I wanted you, Molly, from the first time I laid eyes on you all those months ago."

"What…?"

"Yes, you see, James told me about you. Oh…right, you know him as Jim don't you. Jim from IT?" He laughed softly. "Really, Molly, you should see the look on your face. Didn't expect that did you? Didn't you ever wonder why you saw so little of Jim when you were dating? The up keep of a criminal network can be so very taxing, especially when you have two networks to take care of."

Sherlock sat down on the window seat and looked at her. "James travels regularly between worlds. He's the one who told me about you…about the other Sherlock. It quite a funny story, how he stumbled onto the gate to both worlds. When we have more time, I'll tell you about it. Or better yet, maybe he will tell you about it himself when he comes for dinner tonight."

Molly's breath hitched and Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"My God, you're terrified of him, aren't you? Well, I can understand why. He did come off as a bit harsh didn't he, wanting the other Sherlock to off himself and threatening to blow John to bits. But you see, it was all a bit of fun to James. That's just how he is. You just have to get to know him. He really is quite fond of your Sherlock."

Molly's head began spinning. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She could feel the remnants of her sanity slipping from her. She couldn't help it. She burst out laughing. After several moments, her cackling began to worry Sherlock. He moved to her and knelt in front of her and began shaking her.

She laughed even more hysterically, tears streaming down her face. The door opened and John walked in.

"What in the bloody hell is going on in here? Good God, Sherlock, have you broken her already."

"Molly, stop it." He shook her harder.

She shook her head and continued laughing until Sherlock was afraid she's pass out. He raised his hand and slapped her soundly across the face. She stopped laughing abruptly. She looked from Sherlock to John and then her eyes rolled back, followed by her head as she fainted.