Sherlock story

Deleted Memories, Chapter 55

Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy

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WARNING: This chapter is rated T, however it have descriptions of captivity and, torture. I have attempted to make it less graphic. If you are sensitive on the subject you may still want to skip and resume later, Read the warnings. I always try to tell you if the chapters contain anything outside of my normal writing style. There is an alternate chapter, title MORE-GRAPHIC CHAPTER 55. Choose which version of the chapter is best for you. Thank and LoL.

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"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, 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," Novák screamed spraying spit intermingle with the blood from his broken nose on Sherlock's face. The stench of his breath hit Sherlock's face.

Sherlock vaguely notices Novák punching him in his side and back.

Sherlock's body spasm and shuddered painfully. The room swam out of focus 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 sound of flesh impacting flesh filled the room. Novák stood above Sherlock and laughed. Novák's boot connected with Sherlock's side once.

At some point when Sherlock began to come to himself he vaguely noticed he was being shifted. The room began to slowly come into focus. He had been freed from the chair and pushed to the floor face down.

Time seemed to stop and start. The handcuffs hung from only one hand now, the other hand was freed sometime during movement. Novák's knife was out as he cut a few shallow marks on Sherlock's lower back slowly.

Novák straddle Sherlock's thighs as he pulled Sherlock's toward him.

Sherlock face and chest was crushed to the floor.

Sherlock felt a wave of nausea rolled over him; he closed his eyes again. Sherlock 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. Sherlock felt like 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 manages to pry his hands away before Novák could re-cuff them and tried blindly to elbow Novák. Sherlock 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. Sherlock cursed himself; he knew the sound would only excite the man.

Sherlock found himself crushed face down on the concrete with Novák struggling on top. Sherlock tried to shake him off.

In the back of Sherlock'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. Sherlock tried to shake the much larger man off. He struggles against the pain, as he broke his hands free 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.

"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.

Sherlock 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, was to wonder how this half-dead man could have gotten the better of him.