Holmes tried to twist away as Moriarty began to unbutton his pants. His thrashing became violent as he saw him release his erection.

"NO!" Holmes snarled, baring his teeth. "I will not hesitate to rip flesh!"

Moriarty smiled down at him. A smile full of malice.

"And I will not hesitate to end Dr. Watson's life. I can have one of my men at his door in a second." Sherlock's eyes widened.

"You promised he wouldn't be harmed!"

"Well I remembering telling you he would reach home unharmed. And he did." He shrugged. "What happens after that is up to you."

He bent down delivering another slap. His face burned hot from the slap.

"Now open your mouth!"

Holmes opened his eyes to see Moriarty's erection mere inches from his mouth.

"NO!"

"So be it. Then your whore will die."

Moriarty strolled to the thick iron door. He tapped twice. "Do it. Kill Dr. Watson." He heard someone on the other side acknowledge him.

"NO! Do not hurt him!"

He walked back to him.

"Well?"

Holmes felt his chest hitching, this throat tightening, and he began to slightly hyperventilate.

"Yes " He whispered.

"Open your mouth."

He slightly opened his mouth and shut his eyes tightly. Tears leaked out the corners of his eyes.

He felt hands holding the sides hold his head. He felt Moriarty pushing his way inside his mouth.

He felt as if his chest cavity was breaking. Tears now coursed openly down his cheeks, dripping off his chin

This thoughts were pleas. *Please stop... please let it just end!*

He tried thinking of Watson. Thinking of his beloved.

A loud gruting brought him back to reality.

"No wonder that whore loved you! Your mouth is exquisite!"

Holmes saw sparks in his vision gradually replaced by a grey tunnel. The last thing heard before falling to unconsciousness was Moriarty's loud approving grunts.

Sherlock awoke lying on his side. His wrists had been unshackled. But the heavy iron collar remained.

His head pounded, his vision cleared as the room came into focus.

He pushed himself up onto his palms. He could taste a heavily salty taste in his mouth. His memory came flooding back causing him to vomit.

His body was racked with shivers. He leaves until nothing was left. He vomited up the stew that Watson had made the night before last. Probably their last meal together.

Holmes let out a sob and fell back down onto his side. His body held no strength as he lay on the cold ground sobbing