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Chapter 50

James Moriarty watched with glee as Sebastian Moran whipped John one last time, putting all his strength and weight into it. Twenty-one strikes had hit John's back and each one had drawn blood. The loud crack echoed in the room, as did the cry of pain that came from John. Moriarty couldn't help almost dancing with the sound, a sound that to him was like music. Sebastian looked around and grinned wolfishly over at his boss, he enjoyed the work out that he was getting. It wasn't often that he was asked to use the Bullwhip on someone. Moriarty preferred other methods when trying to get something from someone.

"Well, enough of that, for now, Sebby," Moriarty almost sang as he moved forwards and leaned against the wall. He could now see John's face, it was pale and sweating, panting hard and he could see that the man was trying to push the pain away. "So strong," he murmured as he brought a hand up and ran it over the other man's face, "such a hard pet to break in." He grinned as John looked at him, glaring as best as he could in the state he was in.

"Fuck… off," he gasped out as his body shook in pain.

"Now, now, please Johnny behave or I'll have to have Sebby try and teach you some manors again." He told him a sadistic smile on his face.

"Maybe you should have a try and teach him?" Moran suggested as he looked at his boss.

"Oh Sebby, what a wonderful idea and I have such a great thing to use and maybe to give our little Sherly some incentive to get a move on, it's becoming boring." Moriarty almost danced away as he went over to Moran and whispered in his ear.

Moran grinned and walked out of the room. John could hear the movement behind him and wondered what they were going to do next. He shuddered at the thought. He had been manhandled out of his restrained by Moran and two others and was now facing the wall, his upper half was bare and he could feel the blood running and dripping down his back. He heard someone come back into the room and Moriarty laughing.

"Well, we have a show to put on for Sherly, so let's get to it, Sebby, make sure the camera gets everything." Moriarty grinned as John tried to turn his head, he couldn't see either man, but he could hear footsteps approach him.

"Ready and recording," Moran called out.

"Goody," Moriarty said as he poured something into his hand, "Hope you enjoy this, I'm doing you a favor." He added softly as he almost slapped it onto John's ravaged back.

John couldn't help a yell tearing from him, it was salt, being pushed into the whip marks on his back. Over and over Moriarty put more salt on the open wounds, making sure that he did so all over. Moriarty laughed with glee with each yell and scream that broke free. John's body shook violently and his body started losing its strength quickly. It didn't take long for him to be slumped in his restraint, the only thing keeping him from curling up on the concrete floor.

"Oh, poor Johnny," Moriarty laughed even more as he saw John slumping in the restraint, he then moved away from John and look to the camera as he then said, "well Sherlock, I do hope you enjoyed the show, I'm trying to take care of your pet, but I'm not a Doctor and please do hurry up, it's almost time for more punishment for your failures."

With those last words, Moran stopped recording and grinned to his boss as he said, "when are we sending it, now or later on?"

"Why now Sebby, must give him something to get him moving because he obviously is taking too long." He almost pouted as he quickly loaded the film onto his phone and sent it off to Sherlock, "Well, that's done. Wonder what he thinks of it all. Oh, it's so wonderful!" he cried out happily as he looked over to the slumped blond man.

Moran nodded and chuckled, "Glad you're happy."

"Oh Sebby, I'm very happy, though a little annoyed, Sherly is taking too long to come and play. He hasn't got everything together yet. Make sure no one leaves the building, we have enough here to keep us happy and content for a good week or two. So make sure they don't, or they will face consequences. It could give us away earlier than planned." He said, starting on a high note before his voice turned cold and unforgiving.

"I've made sure they know that, but I will do so again," he nodded in agreement.

Moriarty and Moran then left the room, both talking quietly, too quietly for John to hear them as the door closed behind them and the light went out. John slumped further in his restraints and gave a pained cry as he let go of the last dregs of his composure and strength. He knew he would need more before the day was out, then again, he still didn't know how long it had been since he had been taken. His mind muddled with the odd timing they had in waking him up on and off during the day and night.

"Be safe Sherlock," he whispered in the dark, hoping that his partner would try and keep himself safe. John's vision blurred as he finally lost consciousness, welcoming the blissful darkness.


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