【Howard】Stockholm Experiment

fourteen

The pupils were filled with heavy and sticky darkness, and the cold breath filled the nostrils.

"Sherlock!" John yelled the name, every letter filled with anger.

His eyes were blindfolded, and he could only feel his hands being bound by something, possibly handcuffs, with a cold texture.

It was bitingly cold, just like his heart.

No matter how hard John struggled, he could only twist his body in vain, because his body was also tied with a rope, tied to an object he couldn't perceive what it was.

Things are back to square one—or worse.

"Sherlock, get out!" John yelled towards the front, "You liar!"

No one responded.

John realized that there might be no one in the room, and he tried to move his hands trying to find a chance to untie the restraint, the sound of metal clashing tore through the silence, and one hand quietly stroked John's chin.

He shuddered.

The sound of breathing, the sound of inaudible breathing getting closer after he stopped, was Sherlock, standing in the dark watching him like a wolf.

"Sherlock, let me go," John said.

"You lied to me once, I lied to you once, it's even." His tone was flat, as if he was talking about a very normal thing.

"Fuck it!" John couldn't help but swear, "Sherlock, what do you want?!"

"You know what I want." Instead of his hand, something smooth to the touch patted John's face a few times.

"I just want a word from you, John, is it true what you said on the street before?" The slender riding whip lifted the chin of the man in front of him, Sherlock's eyes were gloomy.

"If you don't hear clearly enough, I can say it again." John curled his lips, he probably guessed what he was holding in his hand, but that wasn't enough to shake him, "Sherlock, everything I did I lied to you, I don’t love you, from, to, all, yes.”

He gritted his teeth and said this sentence, for some reason, he always felt that something was about to crack.

Unrecoverable.

"John," Sherlock played with the horsewhip, "Just say you love me, and I'll let you go...no..."

"I pity you," John interrupted, "it takes threats to hear a word you know is against your will."

After John's voice fell, the whole room fell into an eerie silence. John couldn't see Sherlock's expression, so he could only roughly guess his angry look.

Because he could feel his breathing, especially heavy in the empty room.

Sherlock laughed suddenly, breaking the suffocating silence.But the laughter was so cold that it almost dropped the temperature by several degrees.

Then there was the sound of the whip being raised and lowered, piercing the air.

Unsurprisingly, the whip left long, bright red marks on John's upper body.He had been on guard for a long time, he just gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

John's skin was tense, and the burning pain spread to his heart.

"Aren't you thinking of running away?" Sherlock said with a smile, "Can't you just compromise and cooperate with me, why is this indomitable again?"

"Sherlock," John looked up, as if the black cloth covering him could not obstruct his vision, "please kill me."

"Is this unbearable?" The whip circled John's chest like a wandering snake.

"Sherlock, I'm a soldier, nothing can't stand me, if you want me to submit like this...ah!"

"What about this?" Sherlock let out an uncontrollable exclamation as the whip in Sherlock's hand fell heavily near the original welt.

"Is that so?" Again, the horsewhip hit the skin with a loud sound.

Every time Sherlock swung his whip, it left a scar on his body. The red, swollen and bloody marks were overlapped on the white skin, and the scars were so painful that they were so painful that they were numb.

"You either kill me, or wait to be killed by me." John bit his lip tightly and hung his head.

Sherlock stopped moving: "This is just a small punishment for you, I just want a word from you."

"You don't deserve love," John said.

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"You'll regret everything you've done." John fought back the pain in his body, his eyes were red.

"At least I don't regret it now."