The beast is done! I absolutely hate this chapter, so if it sucks I am terribly sorry but this damn thing just did not want to cooperate with me no matter what I did. I've been working on this chapter nearly six long months and I am extremely sorry for such an awful delay. I hope that you guys dont think it is as bad as I think it is but then again it really could be as bad as I think it is. Either way please let me know what you think.

Minutes passed of nothing, although in all honesty, it could have been hours, days, even weeks, and I wouldn't have known the difference. I was left alone in the dark. Left to think and suffer. I had all kinds of emotions happening all at once; I was angry, confused, sad, I missed Mycroft, and most of all I was tired; I was tired physically, emotionally, and mentally and slight concussion from being knocked out coupled with the fact that I'd been up for far too long was finally catching up with me. I decided to to close my eyes and try to relax. I had to stay calm. I couldn't let this person, whoever he or she was, get to me; no matter what.

I must've fallen asleep, because I woke up to a searing pain on my left arm. The Russian was back with a red hot piece of rebar.

"FUCK!" I yelled, trying to escape the pain.

'Hahaha there's nowhere to run." He pushed the rebar harder into my arm and laughed. The smell of burning flesh was really strong and extremely gross. Luckily after a few minutes the rebar had cooled down enough that it was no longer burning. The Russian grunted then left. I hoped that was it, more like I REALLY hoped that was it. But I was wrong. So very wrong. The Russian came back with another piece of hot rebar, this time, white hot. This time he put it on my right arm and instead of leaving it in one spot; he kept moving it to different spots on my arm.

"Aaagh! Why the hell are you doing this to me?" I asked, hoping to get answers this time.

"Because pretty boys like you must suffer.' He answered back.

"But why? Why me?"

"Because, if I can't have a pretty boy like you than no one can. I'm going to torture you then I'm going to kill you. All before your lucky government official of a boyfriend can find you. You have no chance of survival dear Greg. So stop fighting and just give up." The rebar had finally cooled off again, so he dropped it to the floor and pulled a knife from his pocket. Fear must have shown on my face because he laughed and said "Aw don't be afraid, this won't hurt for too long." He made a shallow cut along my chest, ripping my shirt. I winced from the pain, which he saw and smiled even bigger than he was. He was definitely enjoying my pain. He made another cut, then another and another and another. I honestly didn't think he was going to stop until my chest was covered in cuts. But someone came in and he stopped momentarily. The person quickly whispered something to the Russian and then left. "Looks like the fun is over for now. I am needed elsewhere." Before leaving, he punched me one more time in the face. It was hard enough that it knocked me out again.

I woke up to pain everywhere. I felt like I had been tackled by a million rugby players all at once. Every inch of me hurt. I wanted to be able to move but because I was tied to a chair I couldn't. There was finally light in the room, I could finally see where I was being held. It was a small storage room that only had one window. It was too small to even think about trying to escape through. There were piles of boxes against one of the walls and a wooden desk with a small lamp on it in of one of the corners. I was tied to an old metal chair in the middle of the room. There was a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. That was it, nothing else.

I had slept like shit and I was starving because I never got to eat my Chinese yesterday. I also desperately needed a drink, but I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to get one anytime soon. I was left alone for what seemed like hours after I had woke up. That had given me time to think. I thought of Mycroft and if he knew I was missing yet. I thought of the Yard and my job. I thought of Sherlock and how much of an ass he was but that I loved him no matter what. I thought of John and how great the idea of a night at the pub with him sounded. I thought of previous trainings I had had. Then I remembered something from one of those trainings. If I was able to move my arms just right the duct tape that was wrapped around my wrists would break. So I did as I was trained, I angled my arms just right and…. POP! The tape snapped. I was free. Damn did it feel good to be able to move my arms. I was finally able to stretch a bit. However the ability to move brought on more pain than I had anticipated. The pain from all of the inflicted wounds had dulled but with my new ability to move everything hurt ten times worse. Instead of feeling like I was beaten by a million rugby players I now felt like I was hit by a lorry. But I didn't regret the fact that I was now able to move.

I untied my feet as well. Now able to stand I could stretch properly. Everything popped, then everything hurt even worse.

Suddenly, I heard voices outside. So I quickly sat back down, tied my feet back, and made it look like I hadn't moved. Then the Russian came in, he was smiling like he had just gotten good news.

"Good news Greggy, your on the news. You've been reported missing. Your boyfriend is looking for you." He slapped my cheek and laughed.

"I don't have a boyfriend… I'm not gay." I'm not sure why I lied but I did.

"Hah! I beg to differ. The British government seems pretty interested in the well-being of a puny little cop."

"Well I certainly don't know why." I said calmly.

"Haven't come out to the world yet, have you?" he said as he put his hands on his knees and got face to face with me.

"I'm not gay." I insisted.

He gave me an angry look and then punched me in the face…again. Then he left. Okay so maybe lying to him wasn't the best idea. However I still think he would've punched me even if I had told the truth.

So what did you guys think? Was it terrible? I really hope not... anyways if your curious about how Greg broke the duct tape I will be posting the link on my Twitter account for those that care. While your at it take a look around. Theres lots of pictures from throughout the story and hints towards the future. Once again I want to thank all of you that have stuck it out and waited for the next chapters. I know waiting sucks and if you are anything like me, you end up forgetting damn near everything in the story and have to go back and read it again. So I apologize again. Chapter 10 should be up soon as well. I was able to finish that one as well while I was at work.