Many thanks to Saru Wolfe, who sent this 221B bunny hopping my direction...
I summoned the most intimidating glare I could manage in my helpless condition as he entered the room, a wicked gleam of amusement in his eyes, drawing an evil pleasure from my distress.
I swallowed hard, my mouth going dry at the thought of what he was going to do to me. I choked down a lump of rising panic in my throat, trying desperately to think of an outlet of escape. There was only the one door and he stood between me and it; I was completely helpless, trapped – and in my weakened state I would be no physical match for him if I even attempted to escape.
My eyes darted to the window – shut and locked; besides, he would be able to reach me before I ever got close. I clenched my jaw, willing some semblance of control over my nerves as the man rummaged through the valise, selecting the instrument of torture I had been dreading.
I quelled down a rush of panic as he approached with the gleaming instrument, trying to put on the bravest face possible as he drew nearer…nearer…
"Honestly, Holmes, it's just a spoonful of cough syrup," he sighed in annoyance.
I would have snorted derisively had my nasal passages not been blocked completely.
"JUST cough syrub?? Wadson, I've never tasted anythig that bitter!"