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Okay, warnings for this chapter include: violence, torture, and non-con/rape. If these are triggers for you, please skip the first and third parts. I will put a summary at the end to tell you any important facts that we find out during these sections.

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John's POV

I closed my eyes tightly. I know this is going to hurt like hell, and I'll be damned if I'm going to give this bastard the satisfaction of making me beg. I know eventually everyone does, I am just hoping to hold out long enough till someone can find me.

I can't help the scream that is torn from my throat as I feel the flames torching my thigh. It just hurts so fucking badly. I work hard to close off my mind from my body. I imagine so many scenarios, most of them are comprised of Sherlock saving me.

Time goes wonky. I don't know how long I've been here. The whippings and other torture just start to blend together. One minute I am having my toe nails ripped off, and the next I am having heated needles shoved through my palms.

I don't know how much time passes. All I know is that right now, my bindings are being released, and my feet are being lowered to the ground. I am bent forwards over the stretcher, and I am incredibly aware of what is next on Moran's agenda.

I distance myself as best I can, but I can't stop the fear. I am trembling, and I hear Moran laugh behind me.

"Oh Johnny, I have wanted to do this for years. I would have too, if it weren't for the unfortunate incident that led to my discharge." Moran laughed again, this time it was bitter, and hard.

"You were always so loyal, you weren't the one to turn me in, were you? No, I thought not. I know who it was. It was that fucking sod Williams. He was always jealous of the way you looked at me, Johnny. He wanted you for himself. I had to show him who was the boss."

I am sickened by how sure of himself Moran sounds.

"You- you killed one of your own, Moran. You got pissed, and killed him. You can't justify that. He turned you in because you raped dozens of innocent women and children. That didn't mean you had to kill him." My voice is weak, and it doesn't seem as intimidating as I wanted it to be.

"No. I did have to kill him. He turned on his brother-in-arms like it was nothing. He deserved a much more painful death that he got. A bullet to the head was too good for him. But, enough of that Johnny. I've waited a long time for this." He spit on his hand and suddenly I feel him at my entrance. He pushes in roughly and I scream at the feeling of being split in two.

He moans behind me, and I feel like I am going to be ill. It hurts so badly. I give in, and I beg.

"Oh please god, let me die." I hear Moran grunt as he reaches completion, and then I pass out.

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Sherlock's POV

I am going through everything I know of Moran to try and come up with anywhere he might deem acceptable to hold John.

I keep going back to something. If Moran loved Moriarty, there has to be somewhere they interacted the most. Maybe there is a factory, or warehouse that hold sentimental value. It's all so close, it almost fits together, but it just doesn't!

I grind my teeth and clench my fists into my hair.

It's been a week.

Every one of Mycroft's agents keep giving me looks. As if I could miss the emotions conveyed in each one.

Pity. Sadness. Resignation.

They believe we will find John after he is... gone.

I can't let that happen. I just got him. I won't let him go.

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John's POV

He's back again. This time he is slicing up the bottom of my feet with pieces of glass.

I don't know how much more of this I can take. I keep trying to retreat to a safe place in my mind, but I've never even meditated before. I'm rubbish at it.

So I endure it. There have been two more rapes since the first time. It hurts, I'm sure he tore something down there.

I just want it to end. I'm so damaged, I don't think Sherlock would want me anymore. I'm dirty, and disgusting, and he deserves someone clean.

I feel so pathetic. I keep looking for a way out, but almost every session ends with me passing out from the pain.

I'm tired, I'm hurt, and I give up.

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Sherlock's POV

We have been searching the area surrounding London for 10 days, 5 hours, 9 minutes, and 57 seconds when we finally reach the right warehouse.

All I have to do is look at the doorway to see that John is inside.

Mycroft spots is too, just after I do.

An aglet, small, and brown. It's relatively clean, only a minimal amount of dust has collected. It must've been here just about as long as John has been missing. That fact, combined with the obvious grey/blond hair that is clinging to it, indicates that this is in fact where John is being kept.

My heart is unusually heavy in my chest, and I do believe my blood pressure has increased.

Mycroft insists that his men go in first, and although I don't want to comply, Mycroft insists that I could be a danger to John if I go in before Moran is neutralized. I can't do anything to put John at risk. I won't.

So, we wait. It is exactly 200 seconds until we hear gunfire.

Only one gunshot rings out.

I am desperate to know what happened, and so I am bouncing on the balls of my feet when the front door swings wide.

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John's POV

I am awoken by a loud noise, I recognize it as the front door being thrown open.

Moran runs into the room and starts to undo the restraints. I vaguely hear him say that he is moving me and if I scream, I will die.

I know this is my chance, my only chance.

I muster all of my strength, and I twist out of his grip. He roars as I grab the gun from his hand and point it at his head. My voice is soft, but firm.

"You filthy bastard. You really thought you would get out of this alive. You thought you could do all that to me, and not have repercussions? I'm sure you'll love what Mycroft has planned." I am so angry, but my hand stays firm.

He looks scared, and I know he should be.

The wrath of the Holmes' men is great indeed.

His eyes shift around the room before he charges at me.

I hear a single shot, and Moran goes down. I am a bit disappointed that he got off so easy, but I am relieved I wasn't the one who had to kill him. We were friends, once. A long, long time ago.

I am immediately surrounded by Mycroft's men. I don't know which one fired the kill shot. I crumple as the last of the adrenaline leaves me. I won't let them put me on a stretcher, not after the hell I've been through. So, they sling my arms over two of their shoulders, and haul me to the front door.

One of the other men kicks the door open and goes out first.

As I am helped out, I look up and meet Sherlock's eyes.

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Summary for those who skipped the 1st and 3rd part:

We find out that Moran was discharged because a man on his sniper team turned him in after he raped many women and children. Moran retaliated by killing the man who turned him in. Moran tortures John, and rapes him three times. When Mycroft's men come inside the warehouse, Moran tries to move John, John manages to get the upper-hand and the gun. One of Mycroft's men shoots Moran when he tries to get the gun back from John. John is taken outside, where he sees Sherlock.

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