The evening would have been perfect for Mary, that is if she didn't have face the evening entertainment at Magnussen's.

She stared at the assortment of small, easily concealed weapons. There were vials of poison, mini guns, syringes, daggers. Anything you could think of, she had. She wondered how she could smuggle any of this in without arousing suspicion. The daggers would be too obvious and cumbersome, and how could she manage the syringes without getting herself stabbed in the process.

She closed the chest and collapsed on the ground. She wanted to burst out in tears at the thought of having to do what Magnussen had asked her to do. She was on the verge of walking home right then and telling John everything, when an idea formulated in her head.

She scrambled to her feet and to her closet, throwing the doors wide open. In there were all her disguises from past years: a doctors uniform, a policewoman outfit, a few wigs here and there. She dug around until she found a small case at the back of the wardrobe.

She blew the dust from the top and opened it to reveal an assortment of hair accessories. At the top of the pile were two lavishly decorated hair pins. Well to the untrained eye it appeared so. The red jewels that adorned the top of the pins could be removed. The tips revealed a vial that could hold small dosages of potent liquids. All she had to was stick it his neck and let gravity do the rest.

She felt that flutter of hope again. She was going to pitch up alright. She was going to make sure that it was going to be a night to remember.

XXX

Mary was pulled up to the front of Appledore in Magnussen's private limo (he had to make sure she arrived safely, of course). Mary adjusted her dress. It was an amber and brown patterned dress. It was sleeveless, showing the slightest cleavage.

She was not going to make the same mistake again by showing her hand too early. She was a brilliant liar, she could make it look like what she felt earlier in the day. When Magnussen was at his most vulnerable, she was going to use her secret weapon.

Magnussen was waiting outside for her to disembark the limo, his face, for once, was a complete poker face. He was wearing a new black Italian suit, lined with golden-coloured silk along the cuffs and the neckline. He casually put his hand in his pockets, leaning on one side.

Mary got out of the car, being very careful to not stumble out on her weak knees. She patted the pins that were clipping back her hair, revealing ruby red dangling earrings. Her head was held high and her face was painted with a stern, disgusted expression.

She walked up to Magnussen wordlessly.

"Good evening Ms Morstan." He greeted. Mary just gave him an angry stare.

"Let's just get this over and done with." She said through gritted teeth as she pushed past him. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her closer to his ear.

"Oh eager are we?" He whispered in her ear. "Oh so very eager."

Mary kept her head high as he ran her fingers through her hair. She was shaking so badly that she was certain that she would faint right then. But she could imagine what he would do to her lifeless body and that freaked her out to no end.

"Before we start with the evening's entertainment, I would like to invite you in for dinner."

XXX

Mary sat at the furthest point at the table as possible, which was difficult since it was a small café-type round table. It would be impossible to escape his grasp if he reached across the table. On the plates in front of them were salmon on a bed of rocket and her glass was full of champagne.

"Ms Morstan, I hope the food is to your liking."

Mary didn't reply, except she just gave him a sulky stare. She was leaning back with one arm across her chest, while the other hand was playing with the food. The smell of the salmon was not helping her queasy stomach.

The clip was weighing heavily on her hair. She was itching to yank it from its clasp and stab it in his vein, but that wouldn't work as Magnussen's bodyguards standing behind him, glaring at her. It gave her the impression that they were daring her to make a move. She wondered how they came to be there in the first place and what dirt he had on them.

"Oh don't be like that." He purred.

Mary kept silent, so Magnussen continued. "I bet I will be a better lover than your soon-to-be husband."

Magnussen knew that he could do whatever he wanted to her because her fiancé's life was at stake. It made his feel extremely aroused at the thought that he had this power over this pathetic woman, and she would have to fall over to his every whim. He just imagined what he could to her to satisfy these urges that were bothering him immensely. And why would he deal with them himself if he could get someone else to do for him?

Magnussen took another bite out of the fish while staring dead straight into her eyes. He saw her tremble, averting her eyes from him. As she turned her head, Magnussen saw a slight glimmer from her hair clip. Something about it rang a few bells in his head…

"That is a very pretty clip."

Mary froze as he said those words. Worry filled her stomach as she took her trembling hand and touched the clip gently. Magnussen realised where he had seen the clip before. One of his other minions had shown him a hair accessory that was an exact replica of the one in her hair. Except the one that he was shown could be doubled as a syringe.

I wouldn't put it past her to have a trick up her sleeve.

"Pass it over to me."

Mary's eyes widened in fear. This was not supposed to happen! But she couldn't refuse; it would look too suspicious if she did. And Magnussen could as easily place that call to kill John. She just had to hand it over and pray for the best.

Magnussen placed his hand across and opened his palm. Mary, with trembling fingers, unclasped the clip, and dropped it into his hand. He withdrew his hand and inspected the item.

He twisted the clip around in his finger. He took the tip of the clip and turned it slightly. It came off and a bit of liquid dropped on his palm. It was a slightly burning sensation.

"Oh you naughty girl." Magnussen muttered, just loud enough for Mary to hear.

He looked up at the nervous Mary and gave her one of his knowing smiles. In that moment she knew that her last chance at hope was flushed down the toilet. A tear drop fell down her cheek and splatted on the table.

"Oh my dear Mary," he got up, trailing his finger around the edge of the table while walking towards her, "I admire your tenacity. I really do. So I won't make that call." He continued to trail his finger up Mary's arm. She was struggling to keep still, to keep the tears away. "But I cannot allow you to get away with what you did. Actions do have consequences, after all," his hand rest on Mary's shoulder; slowly massaging it. He placed his lips on her earlobe, kissing it. "You have to be punished." His gentle massaging changed into a hard squeeze.

Mary was choking on her tears. She should have killed him right them, but she had no more energy to resist and she knew that Magnussen knew this.

"And I think it is time that you receive it."

XXX

Mary was led to the master bedroom. It was plain and unassuming. The sheets on the bed were a startling ivory white; crisp, as if fresh sheets were chosen especially for this occasion. The lights were dimed down so that Mary could only see the shadows of her and Magnussen reflecting on the wall. The shadow of him stopped and she could see it removing its jacket.

All the hairs on Mary's arms were prickled up. Her skin crawled at the thought that there was no way around the problem this time, unless there was a bright idea that pinged in her head, which wasn't happening.

He turned her around to face him. His disgusting grin crept across his face as one hand pulled her close. The other reached around her and slowly unzipped her dress. Mary squirmed under his cold touch, squeezing her eyes closed and hoping to Hell that he was one who came quickly.

Magnussen leaned in and licked the shell of her ear, slowly and deliberately as her dress pooled at her feet. Mary's stomach churned violently as the tears started to fall again. She was grateful that she didn't eat the salmon.

She was only wearing her panties, her breasts being revealed in the open. Magnussen looked at her chest approvingly, allowing a grin to stretch across his face. Mary just felt so ashamed and what she was about to do.

It is for John. It is for John. It is for John. She repeated the phrase in her head over and over again as Magnussen released the grasp from her back and tracing them across her bare skin to her breasts.

Every inch of her was screaming for help, but like she was in a paralysis, no words could get out of her mouth.

"Mary," he stroked her nipples in a rhythmic beat, each strum sending an unwanted shot of pleasure. "I want you to look me in the eye and say what I tell you to."

She did not move from her paralysis. How could she when every nerve and fibre of her core was telling her to not?

Magnussen slapped her across the face, releasing her out of her state of shock. Heat blossomed from that area, spreading across her face. Magnussen's expression changed from his creepy, more pleasant, if you could say pleasant, smile to a dark, angry look.

"I said," he hissed, his hands grasped tightly on her shoulders and his sharp nails digging in her flesh, "I want you to look me in the eye and say what I tell you."

Mary gave a small nod, her eyes widened in fear. Her face was ashen in colour except for the throbbing spot where he hit her. He let go her grip on her and proceeded to undo his belt buckle, but he continued to lock eyes with her.

"Say 'I am a dirty girl.'"

"I…I a-aam a dirt-dirty gi-irl." Mary stuttered as Magnussen dropped his trousers, but still had the belt in hand. His left hand was pulling down his underwear.

"Say 'I deserve to be punished'"

"I des-er-ve to-o be…pun-punished." His pants were down, only his erected penis peaked out under his shirt.

"Good." He wrapped the belt around his fist, as if it was a whip. "Now bend over the bed."

Fresh tears fell down her face as she did as he asked. She mentally prepared herself for what she had to face. Her fists clenched the sheets tightly as she gritted her teeth.

I will not give him the satisfaction! I WILL NOT GIVE HIM THE SATISFACTION! She repeated over and over in her head.

The crack of the whip rushing through the air was heard before the pain hit her. She let out a choking sob.

She forced pleasant images into her mind: John proposing to her…

WHACK!

Sherlock pretending to be a waiter just for the sake of a dramatic entrance…

WHACK!

John and that stupid moustache…

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The pain intensified on each hit as her skin became more and more sensitive. She let out a little cry when he hit the last hit.

"Now, my darling," his voice dropping a few octaves, pre-cum dripping down his leg, "you are going spread your legs and allow me to enter."

Oh God my bokkies I am so sorry for neglecting y'all for so long, but friggen school is a pain in the ass, and the Lord help everyone if I got caught typing this at school.

I am also sorry for the content, I really am. I literally am super tired and I have no idea what I just typed out. I just used my hate for Magnussen (if you haven't got it anyway, I really hate the character) and went with the flow. I would really love for more advice for me to improve my writing.

Love from yours truly

Thecapefangirl xxx