OK. so my life is slowly sorting itself out. finally. and i have now had the chance to write chapter 11... I, personally, do love this one. chpter 12 is 3/4 of the way done. :D
Disclaimer: yadayadayada... you know the drill.
It had been 5 days 6 hours and 54 seconds since John had woken up in this derelict hell hole.
The clock on the wall was the one thing that was keeping John sane. Knowing the time was the one thing that allowed him to believe that he was still living.
But now. The ticking was grinding at his sanity. The time seemed to be slowing with every tick of the clock.
Sherlock should be here by now. He should have been here days ago. Wasn't he trying?
FUCK. The argument.
'FUCK.' John couldn't help it. He was so angry with himself.
'Now now John. No need to be angry. What is it? Are we not treating you right?'
Sarah strutted into the room followed by a woman of whom John was at first shocked to see but after thinking about it, it made perfect sense whilst she was here.
'Aw John. I can see why my Sherlock wanted you. You look sexy tied up. I suppose you liked it with him though. You little whore.'
John didn't reply.
'You can speak you know. Molly and I won't hurt you. Much.'
'Sarah. Would you mind giving me sometime alone with him?' Molly gave Sarah a mischievous smirk which Sarah returns before turning on her heel and leaving.
'You know John, when you are next to Sherlock you don't look all that much. For obvious reasons. But here. Looking all pathetic and dirty.' Molly straddled John, leaned in and whispered in his ear 'I could just devour you right now.'
'Molly, what happened to you. You used to be so innocent.'
'I'm not as innocent as I have lead you and my precious Sherlock to believe. Now, I forbid you to speak. You have never been good with words.'
'Mol-' John was cut off by a hard slap across his face.
'I said. Don't speak. Next time you do. You will be punished.'
Molly forced a kiss onto John's lips. 'Now. If you don't struggle you might even enjoy this.'
She reached down to John's crotch and tore away his exposed boxers. 'Wow John. This must be the area where you are all actually man.'
Molly slid off John's lap and grabbed John's cock. It was obvious she had very little experience with such things. She was clumsy and her grip was too tight, so much so it was painful.
Molly started to get frustrated. After a minute John wasn't even close to getting hard. It had been the same all week with Sarah.
Molly couldn't handle it. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
She stood up. 'Am I not good enough for you John? I thought that because you are such a slut you would go for anyone. I shouldn't really be surprised. Fucking Sherlock must have knocked all the whore out of you. But you are forgetting one thing.' Molly grabbed a nearby pole. 'He is meant to be with ME.' she swung the pole and hit John over the head.
His chair toppled over and blood slowly trickled from his wound.
Molly panicked at the sight of the blood. She dropped the pole and ran.
Sherlock will know. This has ruined everything.