The Painful Inevitable Chapter 2
This chapter's a bit violent, but I have to say that it's going to get worse
Some of the things they say will seem out of character, but I'm not them so I can't always be correct!
PS: I don't live in Europe, or wherever Sherlock is, so I just said Prime Minister, sorry if anything's incorrect!
"Sherlock Holmes. Nice to meet you." Sherlock opens his eyes slowly, to see the 'salesman' in front of him, holding a knife.
Holmes looks up into his eyes and says "How can I help you?"
"Well. First off, you can tell me what you know about the Prime Minister's niece, Samantha."
Sherlock briefly remembers meeting her at a party, and her slipping him a note. Samantha had asked Sherlock to send a message to the Police Captain, which he had done, but he didn't see how she was an important person.
"I don't know who you're talking about." He lies coolly.
"Well. You see, I know that you're lying. I know for a fact that you talked to her at the Prime Minister's personal birthday party, and that she told you something in confidence about the Police Captain. I just need to know what she told you, and then you're free to leave."
Sherlock's eyebrows rise before he states "I have no idea what you're talking about."
The man with black hair frowns, and calls over a teenage boy. "Yes Arthur?" The teenage boy asks, and 'Arthur' replies "Give me my tools."
A few minutes later, the young boy hands him a cloth wrapped bundle, which Arthur then unwraps to show a variety of knifes, scalpels, and hammers.
Arthur smiles evilly before removing a scalpel and sliding it up Sherlock's arm from his wrist to his elbow. Blood pools from the cut, and Arthur begins on his other arm.
Two hours later, Sherlock is a bloody mess. His face and body is full of bruises and cuts, and he can hardly breathe. He still hasn't said anything about Samantha, but he's losing stubbornness by the minute.
Arthur glares at Sherlock before smiling. Sherlock's attention is drawn to Arthur, and he hears Arthur say "I see that we need some extra incentive."
Sherlock frowns as Arthur lifts him up onto a wooden chair, which he is then chained to. Arthur leaves the room through a steel door, and then Holmes hears a sound that he's never heard before.
It's a scream, but it's unlike any scream that he's heard before. It's angry, but still full of pain.
Pulled through the door is a disheveled Irene Adler. Her dress is dirty and torn in multiple areas, and her hands are red and puffy, with her wrists rope burned and bleeding.
Her face, however, is the worst. She has a black eye, a red, bruising cheek, a cut along her jaw line, and a busted lip.
She is dragged to Sherlock, but she refuses to meet his eyes. She seems, almost ashamed.
Arthur throws her onto the ground at Sherlock's feet, and says "I'll give you 20 minutes to think things over. If you don't speak then, then I'm going to have a little fun with her."
He smiles and leaves, but not before tossing a key at Irene. She looks at the key, and Sherlock says "It's to my chains."
She nods and scoots over to his chair, and unlocks the chains. Once he's free he immediately goes down onto the ground and puts his arms around Irene.
He usually wouldn't be so comforting, but he's never seen her so hurt and scared.
She pushes him away and says bitterly "I don't need you to comfort me. I'm alright." Sherlock doesn't respond, and instead gently takes her hands in his hands and looks at them closely.
"What did they do?" He asks. "They rubbed them raw with sandpaper until they bled and then put them in lemon juice."
Sherlock becomes angry, and says "Well I have to tell them what they want to know now."
"You can't!" She replies.
"Do you have any idea what he'll do to you if I don't tell him?" She looks down and doesn't say anything for a few moments.
Finally, she says "Then come up with a plan. You can't tell him anything."
Sherlock shakes his head and says "You are the most outright stubborn woman I've ever met. Damn it, alright. But the first moment he lays a hand on you, I'm not going to hold back."
She nods in agreement, and then they both hear the sound of the door opening. Arthur enters the dark room and smiles at them both.
"By my calculations we both have 10 minutes left." Sherlock says, and Arthur raises his eyes brows before retorting "By my calculations, I don't give a damn. Now, have you made your decision? Are you going to tell me what I want to know?"
Irene cuts off Sherlock's reply by stating "No, He's not going to tell you anything."
Arthur looks at Irene angrily and says "I don't remember asking you anything you sloppy bitch." Irene glares at him and Sherlock attempts to stand, but the pain in his body keeps him from doing so.
"Very well." The black haired man says shortly, before yanking on Irene's arm and dragging her across the room to a chair.
He shoves her onto the chair, and out of nowhere two men appear and tie her hands. Another man dressed in all black walks up to Sherlock as he is attempting to gain the strength to stand and defend Irene.
The man in black holds Sherlock down with minimum strength, angering the detective. He begins to scan the room, looking for some sort of weapon or escape, but there is none.
Meanwhile, Irene's hands are tied tightly, and she's hoisted up onto a lowering hook (Remember the pig/fire/bomb scene? The same way she was in that scene.), and then lifted onto the ground.
She groans with the pain in her shoulders and arms and she attempts to loosen the knot, but her struggles only make it tighter.
Arthur walks over to her and smiles at Sherlock before pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it. He places the cigarette into his mouth, and then begins to take deep breaths.
After smoking for a few moments, he holds the cigarette in his hands and says "This is your last chance Sherlock. Tell me what I want to know, or she will be hurt."
Sherlock feels the huge desire to tell him anything at all to free Irene, but he knows that they will be killed anyway, and that escape is the only way out of this.
Taking his silence as his answer, Arthur reaches up to Irene's shoulder and grabs it roughly before pressing his burning cigarette into her flesh. All Holmes can hear are her muffled screams, and her yelling curses.
DUN DUN DUNNNNN….. There's more, I promise! I have a 9 hour drive tomorrow, so I'll be writing A LOT, but I'll probably just update it all at once so you won't have to wait long! Please review!