John's eyes kept darting across the room. From George Sparks, to the key on top of the microwave. It was so close. He needed a plan.

'Can I have a cup of tea?' He asked. Asking his kidnapper for a cup of tea? God he was so English. He would have to be quick, it would only stay boiling for so long. If he left the tea to long it wouldn't have the desired effect.

'Of course' George smiled, he placed is hand on John's shoulder and John flinched. 'Anything for you'

While George had his back turned John inched closer to the key, lifting his chair up and moving it across and trying not to make a sound.

'There you go' John was handed a mug. He pretended to take a sip but instead threw the boiling liquid at George. He then grabbed a key from the microwave and ran. He didn't look behind him as he heard George scream in pain. He ran down the hallway almost falling over in sheer fright. He reached the door but heard George run after him. He was so close, his hand trembled as he pushed the key in the lock and turned.

He could have cried when the key broke in the lock, it snapped in half leaving one half jammed in the lock and the top in his hand.

He felt George wrestle him to the ground, pinning him down between his legs, there a sharp pain as he was punched in the jaw.

'I told you John you have to stay' John tasted blood in his mouth. George continued to rain blows down on him.

He stopped hitting him George stayed on top of him, panting. John was in a daze. He felt hot blood running down his face.

'I'm going to go make dinner' He left John lying in a pool of blood.

He must have passed out because the next thing he knew he was being shaken awaken. He opened his eyes and his vision was blurred and there was a massive pain in his head and chest.

George picked him up of the floor and dragged him into the kitchen. A dinner had been laid out. A white tablecloth covered the table and there was a line of candles in the middle. It looked so romantic, there was even mood lighting. He was placed in a chair and handed a plate, he didn't notice what he had been given. He didn't care. Looking round the table as George opened a bottle of red wine. George poured him a glass, John quickly drank it, he wanted to get rid of the pain in his head.

'Someone's thirsty' George laughed. John savoured the light headed feeling the wine gave him.

John tried to get up 'I'm not having dinner with a murderer'

'Now now John' He was poured more wine 'we cannot start our lives together accusing the other of murder' He handed John a fork. 'Eat John, it will go cold.' John began to eat, he was too hungry to deny his body food. He looked out the window at the setting sun. Where was Sherlock? He remembered the threat he had given George. He was so sure that Sherlock would find him and get him the hell out of here. Now he wasn't so sure. If he was going to get out of here it was up to him. George had killed two girls, he knew he would be killed to. They were killed in the morning, he had till the sun came up.