Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 135
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
For all those of you, who have taken the time to review and comment, thank you.
*To those of you that I communicate with on a regular basis, I appreciate you.
**I was tired and dragging this week. (Yes, I know the week has just started) Your responses were like a cup of coffee to my sleepy soul. Thank you for your comments and please keep them coming.
***If you're interested, eohippus showed me this link to a website that contains an interview with Stephen Moffat. He talks about Sherlock´s character. You can do a copy and paste. The site is www./2012/05/03/sherlock-season-2-steven-moffat_n_ (make sure there are no spaces). It seems to work if you put it in a search engine like Yahoo or Google as examples, better than the address bar. Works with most worldwide search engines. Pick the first one that pops up. Does not work with BBC player's website.
Thanks eohippus !
Love and Coffee, Zacha
"Like a pigeon caught in a revolving door, flutter, flutter until he flutters no more." ~ A. C. Freeman
Ayyad looked in the specially prepared room. He walked around with his hands in his suit pocket.
"Good," he said to the soldier. His hands tenderly touched the various small devices, hammers, pliers, and instruments. Portable shock devices were also present.
He then glanced at the other side of the gloomy room that had syringes filled with dark amber colored substances. The drug had been perfected since last time. Despite his guest's bodies being paralyzed, he would be able to hear their screams now.
The thought of them screaming caused a shudder of pleasure to run through his body. Ayyad took a moment to enjoy it. He sighed and groaned softly. He really did not care who heard.
He smiled as he looked at the table. It was oddly shaped metal with two levels and thick leather ankle and wrist restraints. It had a face-sized hole in the top level. The table allowed a prisoner to be restrained face down while kneeling.
"I still remember how to break you, Mr. Holmes; let's see if your little friend is as strong as you. I'm sure you'll be joining him soon." Ayyad chuckled and looked around further.
This was not as good as the one back at his estate, but it would have to do. He would have enough entertainment.
His mind wandered; what would hurt Holmes more, being tortured, or watching his friend being tortured. He thought he knew the answer. Holmes was willing to do what no one seemed to be able to do. The detective would surrender himself to be tortured to save Doctor Watson.
Veselý's plan was genius. He had observed how the Consultant Detective seemed to care for the Doctor, and the Doctor for the Consultant Detective. He had used their caring to manipulate them both.
Too bad Veselý was dead, Ayyad chuckled.
He smoothed down his red tie with one hand, a good color for torture, it hide blood stains well, he thought. Although, he probably should not have worn a white shirt. Ayyad sighed as he thought about the sacrifices that he was willing to make.
He was usually just an observer and directed his men. With this pair, he would conduct it personally. He would look into Holmes eyes and witness the moment Holmes was broken, and then, finally, he would hear him scream.
Ayyad smiled contently.
If Holmes would not scream for his own pain, he would scream for Doctor Watson's pain. The conversation on the phone convinced him that Holmes would break for the Doctor. Of course, he would not let Watson go.
That is why he chose not to care for anyone, caring made one weak, he thought. Ayyad looked around carefully, he observed everything in the room.
His mind thought about his past entertainments. He smiled as he considered how he would begin the session. He became still suddenly.
Ayyad's smile left. He looked around again and frowned.
"Where is the Taser?" Ayyad asked annoyed.
"Sir?" The soldier asked somewhat afraid.
"The Taser, where is it? It is suppose to be on this table with the other electrical devices."
The soldier swallowed before replying quickly. "I am not sure sir? Maybe, it was not unpacked."
"I see," Ayyad said evenly.
"And, where… is the video camera? You know that I like to video tape my special entertainment," Ayyad raised both eyebrows and stared at the soldier now.
"It may have also not been unpacked Sir," The soldier said with a grim expression.
"I see," Ayyad said again.
Ayyad walked up to the soldier until their faces was almost touching. The soldier stood at attention but said nothing and did not dare to move.
"Get them for me now, I need you to find them, quickly," Ayyad said with a deceptive calm. "If you take too long I may need to test them out on someone. Maybe even test out some of the other… devices." Ayyad looked at the soldier with a blank expression.
"Yes Sir!" The soldier practically ran from the room. He was highly motivated.
"Idiot," Ayyad said. He was not concerned with who heard.
There was a moment of silence. Everyone in the room waited. They knew by now how unpredictable their boss could be when annoyed. One prepared himself to hand his boss a gun just in case he wanted to shoot someone.
He suddenly looked at them while rubbing his hands together.
"Well," he said loudly, "let's eat."
Everyone took a relieved breath.