That night, when Sher fell asleep, the broken window in the bathroom cracked as a dark figure came in. The man wore a black suit, which he straighten once he stood in the darkness of the flat, only interrupted by the string of light that came from the open window. If anybody watched him come in they might have wondered how one can climb wearing such clothes, but he made sure no one saw him in, as they would also call the police. The man knew he could have gotten through the front door, he had a key, but he wouldn't take the risk of being spotted by one of Mycroft's men.
Slowly he walked through the door and into the apartment. Finding the bedroom empty he worried he might have missed her leaving, but the worry calmed itself as he saw the figure on the couch.
He looked down at the sleeping woman. She wore what she usually wore when she slept - a loose shirt, one size too big, and short black pants who revealed two long, sexy legs.
He came to her silently, taking her by surprise. His hand covered her mouth and she woke up immediately, attempting escape. He knew she had a very light sleep, so that this simple action will wake her up, but even for her it was rather quickly.
"Shhh." He said. "You can't run away from me here."
Sher tried to hit him, but he blocked her and laughed viciously.
"Don't worry." Said the voice that haunted her dreams. "I won't kidnap you again. But I believe I owe you a punishment you ran away from last time we met." And with that he started taking off her shirt. As she tried to resist, he said, "I have some drug I can use if you're not doing as I want. It will be much easier to let go."
"Why are you doing this?" She asked.
"Why don't you ask your dear uncle? I heard he was here today and you two had a nice little chat."
"No." As much as she tried to hide the hurt in her voice, she knew he can still hear it. "You can blame Mycroft of a lot of things. Who knows better than me? But this? This is on you."
She tried to escape again, but it was no use as it didn't stop him from doing what he want. So she stopped. He smiled and took what was left of her shirt off. Next were her shorts, and then her underwear. She covered herself, protecting her intimate parts from his look.
"What's the use?" He asked. "It's not like I haven't seen any of it before."
She knew he was right. He also wasn't going to do anything they hadn't done before, but it was different knowing who he really was.
"Why?" She asked.
"I told you already. You need to be punished." He replied simply.
"No." She said. "Not this. Why did you get so close to me? Why getting to know me? Why making me fall in love with you? Why couldn't you just kidnap me anyway?"
"Not as fun."
"No, that's not it. You were curios." She said bitterly. "You wanted to know if the little girl raised by Mycroft would be as unbelievable as her father."
"Well," he looked at her, anger in his eyes for her ability to read him so well, "if you know me so well maybe you can tell me – what did I thought of you?"
"I think you found me unbelievable. Though not in the way you imagined." She looked at him, checking his face to see if she was right. Finding she is, she continued. "You thought Mycroft would teach me deduction. You thought I would be emotionless, like Sherlock. You never expected me to be sensitive, you never expected my field to be math. You never expected me to be strong-minded. So you took it as your challenge to break me. Well, guess what?"
She gathered every bit of power she still had left and looked at the man she was at his mercy.
"I have survived cancer." She said slowly. "I survived chemotherapy. I survived living with a drug addict mother, moving around all the time and you know what it taught me?"
"What did it teach you?" He asked.
"Always stall long enough to find the weak spot." And with that she bend her knee right into his sensitive spot. She got up and tried to run to the door but it was locked.
"You didn't really think I would be this stupid, did you?" He asked, stepping towards her and grabbing her by her hands, which felt as if they are being ripped out. He threw her on the couch and held her still.
As he went on top of her, she couldn't help but wanting to run as far as she can at that instant. The aching feeling in her wrists showed her that wasn't an option, so she closed her eyes in a desire to wait until it was all over. He grabbed her hair, causing her hands to go instantly to her head, her eyes to be filled with tears.
"You will look at me." He said. "You have to face the consequences of your actions."
She looked at him, her eyes filed with hatred. She had hoped her face doesn't show how much she wanted him to finish already, so that he will let her go. He seemed to be pushing the end as far as he managed, but eventually, he was over. He got up and dressed himself. By the time Sher found the strength to look back up, he was already back out the window.
Sher dragged herself to the bathroom. She attempted to close the window and cursed as she failed to do it. She was suddenly aware that she is naked, and though nobody could see her, she covered herself with her hands.
She fell, rather than climbed into the shower and rubbed her skin until it hurt and furthermore, hoping that both her body and her mind would accept the numbness she wished it to get. When she washed herself, the water relaxed her body. Her mind, however, was a dazzling pain she was not ready to face just yet. She forced herself out and walked into the closet, searching for something clean to wear. She grabbed the first shirt she could get her hands on and a pair of jeans and walked to the kitchen in order to make herself something to drink.
The simple actions calmed her down and helped her mind comprehend what had happened. He was in the flat, she realized. He was on the couch. He was on her and in her, and she could do nothing about it. She crushed into the ground, her legs unable to keep her steady.
Sitting as she did on the kitchen floor, finally alone again, Sher curled into herself and burst into tears.