Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Sharp

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I'm scared.

I've never been in any type of situation like this.

A stranger taking me to his dorm this late at night, threatening me with a controversial photo of my professor and I.

He has a strong grip on my wrist as he drags me down the corridor, slowly, cautiously, my entire body shuddering.

My front teeth bite down furiously on my trembling bottom lip to contain any sounds of fear to erupt from my lips.

I silently call for my professor, though I know he cannot hear me. He's probably asleep.

The Mystery Man's soft breaths can be heard from the black fabric of the ski mask he wears that displays him an enigma.

Our footsteps slow down, and my heartbeat suddenly gets fast.

He takes a sharp turn,

And we reach the door.

I let out an almost inaudible choking squeal as the tears that had welled up in my eyes began to roll down.

He slams a hand on my mouth hard, to keep me quiet, and I stare into his dull, grey irises with my wide eyes as some of my tears roll down on his hand.

Gently, he removes his tight grip on my wrist and uses it to unlock the door, keeping his other hand on my mouth.

The door unlocks with a soft click, and I can practically feel the gruesome smile on his face as he pushes it open.

He grabs me roughly by my arm and yanks me inside a very dark room, shutting the door quickly.

I'm pushed onto a sort of sofa, and the lights suddenly flick on.

His room is a dorm, indicating that he's a student, but where's his roommate?

That's about the only deduction I can properly make, before he pins me down on the large sofa.

His hands press down on my shoulders, holding me down as he gets on top of me.

I try to scream, but he has his hand over my mouth once more.

I kick and try to punch him away but I'm far too weak. He's built, fit. I'm no match.

My hope slowly begins to drain, as I realize that all my effort in screaming and resisting is useless.

He lifts a bit of his ski mask up, revealing his lips:

"God, I've wanted you for so long..."

He sighs, removing bits of my clothing off slowly, as I watch in horror, knowing I am unable to do anything.

"Now...I'm going to release my hand from your mouth, and if you make so much as a sound, I'll kill you. Do you understand?" He asks softly.

I just stare at him, speechless as he removes my shoes awaiting a response to his question.

I swallow down the lump in my dry throat, and it takes up everything within me to ask: