Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 55
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
*As always thanks for reading, a special thanks to all of you who take the time to review, comment, and favorite.
Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 55
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
*As always thanks for reading, a special thanks to all of you who take the time to review, comment, and favorite.
For this chapter there is a less intense version available click on the next chapter marked Less-GRAPHIC CHAPTER 55.
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WARNING: Some of the following chapters have descriptions of captivity and, torture and all things not nice. If you are a younger reader, or sensitive, please skip or for a less graphic chapter 55, skip this chapter and click on the alternate chapter marked, LESS-GRAPHIC CHAPTER 55. This chapter offer similar information in a less-graphic way. Remember it will still be T rated, and Sherlock is still in captivity.
**Rating temporarily M**
"The devil's agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?"~Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Deleted Memories of Abduction
Ayyad walked out not looking back.
Sherlock closed his eyes he went in his mind; He re-winded the tape of events. He looked for every possible escape, weapon, or advantage.
He slowed his mental tape down. His subconscious mind had noticed something over a week ago. It was the only other time he was in this dim room. He slowed the tape even more, and in his mind's eye he saw something just a reflection in the dark, under the desk, but what? Suddenly he knew.
Pain exploded in his body, "… pay attention when I speaked to you," Novák screamed spraying spit intermingle with the blood from his broken nose on Sherlock's face.
The stench of Novák's breath hit Sherlock's nose.
Sherlock's body spasm and shuddered painfully. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as the room swam in front of him. Novák had used a Taser prod on him. His muscled contracted and he gagged as the electrical currents ran through his body.
Sherlock became disoriented.
He was at the mercy of Novák; the problem was Novák had no mercy.
Novák hit Sherlock a few more times. The sickening sound of flesh impacting flesh filled the room. Novák kicked Sherlock in the side several times. Novák's boot came away with blood.
At some point when Sherlock began to come to himself. The room began to come slowly into focus. That was when he first began to notice vaguely that he had been moved.
He was pulled from the chair roughly, and pushed face down on the floor. Time seemed to stop and start in Sherlock's disoriented mind. The handcuffs hung from only one hand now, the other hand was freed sometime during movement.
Novák's knife was out as he a cut shallow marks on Sherlock's lower back slowly."I marked you; you belonged to me now,"
Novák straddle Sherlock's thighs, as he pulled Sherlock's toward himself invading every aspect of the younger man's body. Novák repositioned Sherlock to himself, while crushing his face and chest to the floor.
Novák used the Taser on Sherlock again, laughing. The electrical currents cause him to once again contract painfully. His mind swirled.
As Sherlock's muscles contracted, he gagged as his body struggled to inhale oxygen.
Sherlock felt a wave of nausea roll over him; he closed his eyes again. He tried to orient himself and regain his sense of balance. The last of the cobwebs cleared from his head as he felt panic rise.
"I haven permission to do anything I wanted to you now, as long as I keep you alive. Until I get what I want. Oh, also until I get information."
Novák laughed at his own joke. "It's just us here, so help us have some fun. Well fun for me, you maybe not so much."
Novak split Sherlock's shirt in two, purposely pressing deep enough to also cut skin. Novák pressed his knee into Sherlock's spine. He felt as if his back would break. Novák took a moment to admire his handy work. He pushed the torn shirt up, Novák hand lingering on Sherlock's bare lower back.
Sherlock's panic increased.
Sherlock somehow managed to pry his hands away before Novák could re-cuff them, and tried blindly to elbow Novák. He was rewarded with the sound of air being expelled from Novák's lungs. Novák cursed and showed Sherlock that he was not amused by punching Sherlock in the kidney and slamming the side of his head on the cement.
The room came in and out of focus. A long groan tore itself from Sherlock's lips before he could stop it. He cursed himself silently; he knew the sound would only excite the man.
Sherlock found himself crushed in the prone position down on the concrete with Novák struggling on top. He tried to shake the larger soldier off. In the back of the younger man's mind, he heard the pull of zips and the rustle of clothing being removed. He heard a soft thud as Novák's jacket was thrown in the corner.
Novák's eyes changed colors. They were cold as ice and the color of the darkest night, death itself.
"I want you to struggle for me." Novák said in a low dangerous voice.
Sherlock did not intend to disappoint. Adrenaline filled him. He tried to shake the much larger man off. He struggles against the pain. Sherlock managed to break his hands free of Novák's hold again, he blindly grabbed under the desk.
Sherlock struggled as he stretched under the desk, almost. He had a silent mantra; ignore everything, stretch, ignore everything. Stretch!
"Now scream, "Novák said as he slid the knife under Sherlock's belt and clothing and cut.
Sherlock gasped a strangled sound as white-hot, shearing, blinding pain threatened to tear his body and mind apart. Sherlock felt the arms of insanity rap itself around his mind, around him. Somewhere inside of him, he knew that once its grip tightened, it would never let go. At that moment, it would have been so very easy to give in, or he could do what he had done all his life. He could fight.
"You first," Sherlock whispered.
Novák screamed.
Novák felt pain explode in his head. Novák swung the knife blindly. They struggled, Sherlock managed to get partially upright. Novák's picked up Sherlock and body slammed Sherlock against the wall. Stars exploded as he was suffocated with Novák's elbow at his throat.
Sherlock took his hand with the handcuffs dangling, grabbed the dangling handcuff then rammed it up the already broken noise of Novák. He was released immediately as Novák stumbled grunting. Sherlock hit the floor gasping for air.
Novák cursed and eyes filled with blind, uncontrolled, rage; he shook from the force of it.
Novák surrendered to the rage completely.
"Now you die," Novák growled as his hand came extended above his head, and came down forcefully as he simultaneously ran forward.
In a split second, Sherlock eyed the broken hollowed out pipe that had dropped from his hands, he instinctually took it up with both hands to swing, but had no time.
Novák tripped and being a big man, gravity worked in Sherlock's favor. Novák impaled himself through the chest, on the jagged edge. As he fell full body on top of Sherlock.
It took a second for both men to process what had happened. Novák stared into the eyes of Sherlock as blood poured out of both his mouth, and the hollow end of the tube.
Novák last thought as he gasped his last breath, and his eyes close shut; was to wonder how this half-dead man could have gotten the better of him.