I changed the rating to M - Trigger warining: rape and torture

Sherlock woke up in a windowless cell. His head was pounding. Only a faint light shone through the small window of the door and illuminated parts of the room. He found himself on an old mattress on the floor, covered with a sheet and a wool blanket but otherwise naked. He tried to remember what had happened and slowly he did. The needle plunged into his neck shortly after his brother had left the room. So much for trying to escape on the way to wherever this was, Sherlock thought bitterly. He still felt the drug in his system and didn't dare to get up. He looked around and saw nothing but a small sink and a toilet in the corner of the room. It looked pretty much like an old prison cell and he realized that it was his prison now. The words of his brother came back to him and a wave of fear overcame him. He tried to calm himself down but everything around him only enforced the fear. It was a cell, stripped of anything that could be used to make an escape. While his fear made his heart race he heard noise in the hallway. He didn't have to wait long for the door to his cell to be opened and two men wearing a kind of black uniform coming in.

"You are awake. Very good." The older of the two guards started. Sherlock just needed one glace to realize that the man enjoyed his position. His voice was gloating as he started to speak. "Let me explain the rules that you will follow from this day on. You are nothing. You are our material, to be sold to our clients. When the door to your cell is opened you will move to the middle of the room, on your knees, head down, hands stretched out in front of you." The man waited. "Didn't I speak clearly enough?"

There was a vicious tone in his voice and Sherlock knew what the guard expected but he was not willing to play along, not yet anyway. And as expected the guard came closer.

"I said, didn't you hear what is expected of you?"

Sherlock didn't move, just watching the guard coming even closer. Now Sherlock saw the electric cattle prod that the guard had hidden behind his back. But before Sherlock could react the guard had turned it on and in the next moment Sherlock felt the electric current traveling through his body, pain ripping through him, the current forcing his muscles to spasm. He needed all his willpower not to scream.

"So, do I need to repeat myself?" The guard asked.

Sherlock decided it would be better to obey at this point and so he shuffled to the middle of the room on his knees, stretching out his arms, looking down on the floor in front of him. He felt his muscles still trembling from the electric shock.

"I thought so." The guard said and Sherlock could literally hear the smug smile. "So, the rules: You will not move unless you are told so, you will not speak unless we ask you to do so, you will follow every order. If you don't obey you will be punished. The boss wants to keep you alive as long as possible but that doesn't mean we are not able to hurt you. There are lots of ways to make you submissive and we will use them."

Sherlock closed his eyes. He needed to find a way out of this hell, but in order to do so he needed more data. He decided that he would obey so that they would not see him as a risk and so that he could find a way out.

"You first client is already here. Your first session will be in an hour. The rules for the sessions are quite simple. You will only speak when the client asks you to do so. Again if you fail to stick to the rules we will punish you after the session in addition to whatever punishment the client deems to inflict on you." The guard explained and turned around to the second younger guard. "Get him ready."

The second guard snapped two metal handcuffs around Sherlock's wrists. They were connected to a long chain. "Get up and follow me. And don't do something stupid." And as if he needed to underscore that Sherlock was tasered again. He needed a moment before he had regained the control over his body. "Don't let me wait." The guard said and dragged on the chain so Sherlock hurried to get up, wobbly and unsteady he followed the guard.

They led him upstairs, the second guard always a few steps behind him, the cattle prod turned off but poking in his back. He was only able to catch he few glances at his surroundings. His cell was not the only one in the cellar. There were five more and Sherlock wondered whether they were inhabited or not. The house was obviously an old manor adapted to the new function. As it was already dark outside so he couldn't make out much of the surrounding area. He was led to a rather large room on the ground floor where another guard was waiting. What he saw in the room made him shiver. On a table on the side lay all kinds of whips, canes, cuffs and cables and another cattle prod. In the middle of the room was another table or something like an examination table but he hadn't much time to take a close look as he was dragged over it, down on his stomach, his wrist secured to the legs of the table by broad metal cuffs that cut into his skin when he tried to move. His ankles were also restrained. He had to force himself not to panic as he saw that the guards attached electric cables to those cuffs. Sherlock tried to calm himself retreating into his mind palace. He needed to find a way to deal with the pain that was sure to come. He knew he could do it.

But the pain didn't come. Instead he was left alone. He couldn't quite say how long he had to wait in that position, but it felt rather long and he started to doze off a bit. He didn't notice when the door to the room opened but then he felt fingertips stroking over his back.

"Oh, you are nice material." He heard a man say. "How I love to be the first to play with you. Baracnik has given me this special privilege, said you were something special, that you earned a special treatment."

The next moment the man stopped touching him and Sherlock heard a click and the first of many electroshocks travelled through his body, stronger than the ones from the cattle prod of the guards. It was a never ending white hot pain. His muscles spasmed, his wrists and ankles tore at the restraints which cut into his skin. Sherlock's body wanted to scream the pain away, but he forced himself not to scream, especially since the man taunted him. He went to his mind palace, into the wild back garden that was the most peaceful place in there. It resembled the wild garden of an abandoned house close to his parent's home. He used to come there when he was a child, watching a nest of wild bees, did experiments, hid away from his brother. It was a place where he always felt safe. He tried to concentrate on that and it worked for while, even when he couldn't drown out the pain and the voice of his tormentor completely. While he sat in garden in his mind palace he tried to think about the pain as an experiment. How much electroshocks can you give to a person without killing him, without making him scream? He had read about that in the past. He was sure that the shocks were not killing him and he knew that the pain would end eventually. But that didn't change his perception of the pain right now and at a certain point he lost the control of his mind palace, the garden vanished and he was completely back in the reality of the torture chamber. He had to scream, the pain was just too much. His screams satisfied the other man and he stopped for a moment.

"I knew I would get you to scream." He said, his hands travelling over Sherlock's trembling body before he walked out of the room.

Sherlock led out a deep breath. It was over, for now at least, he thought. He felt his muscles trembling, sore from the spasms. He watched small rivulets of blood making their way from his abused throbbing wrists to the floor and he could feel that blood was also flowing down his ankles.

A moment later the man and two guards came in. The cables were discarded, the cuffs opened and he was dragged of the table. Sherlock was not able to move by himself, his muscles were shaking too much; he was not able to control his body, let alone fight against the two guards. So he helplessly had to observe how he was placed on a kind saw horse, his legs and arms restraint with cuffs again, his legs spread in a way that led only to one conclusion to what would come next.

"Shall we prepare him?" Sherlock heard a guard ask and he knew he was right about his deduction. He needed to retreat to his mind palace again, but the voices of the guards and the clients lingered in his mind.

"No, I do that myself." The client answered while his fingers were caressing Sherlock's back.

"As you like. Just as a reminder. The boss doesn't want the material to be damaged in that way." The guard said.

"Yes, I know. I have talked to Baracnik. And of course I do as he asked, especially since he honored me to be the first who takes his newest material."

Sherlock tried to suppress the shiver that was running through his body. He went to his mind palace again and hoped that he would be able to stay there for as long as it was needed. The following minutes or were it hours past in a strange kind of blur. Sherlock was able to stay in the back garden of his mind palace, but he was also acutely aware of what happened to him, how the client prepared him and how he was actually raped. The man was grunting and when he was finished he let his fingers travel over Sherlock's body.

"That was nice. I wished I had more time. I can think of so many things that I could do with you. And I definitely want to hear you scream more. I will surely be coming back for more." The man chuckled and left.

Sherlock was alone for a short time. When the guards came into the room he expected to be untied, but instead the older guard laughed. "Well, would be a pity not to use you now that you are so well prepared." Sherlock heard the noise of a zip that was opened and as much as he tried to escape to his mind palace it didn't worked this time and so he was just too aware how he was raped again by all three guards. When it was the turn of the older guard, who seemed to be in charge, he whispered in his ear. "With lots of love from the boss." At a certain point Sherlock's body saved him this horror by losing consciousness.

When he woke up again he found himself back in his cell, naked and sore on the mattress in the corner. He was freezing as they didn't cover him with the blanket. He was thirsty as well but as soon as he tried to get up he recognized that he was far too weak as a wave of nausea hit him, his muscles trembling with the effort. So he just grabbed the blanket and curled himself up. He then noticed that his wrists were covered with an adhesive dressing. His brother really wanted to make sure that he didn't die premature, not even of such a simple thing as a skin infection. Sherlock sighed. He needed to come up with an escape plan but he was much too exhausted to think about anything.