Sherlock x Reader Never Hurt You (SEQUEl)

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"Ch-Charles..." I whispered. He smirked.
"It took you long enough.." Charles chuckled and walked towards me.
"Stay away!" I snapped. I staggered backwards. He reached out and grabbed my chin, he pulled me close to his face.
"How adorable.. The little princess is finally awake, I knew that idea wouldn't last for ever, but hell two years is quite a long time.." He laughed.
"Y-you kept me drugged for two years!" I yelled, he slapped me and shoved me onto the cement floor.
"Oh yes.. You were stuck in your little fantasy world!" He stepped on my chest. I gasped in pain.
"Sh-Sherlock would have found me..."
"Oh he tried, he tried and he tried and he tried.. But he failed. You were meant to love me... And you loved him! So I took you away so no one else could have you!" Charles screamed. I stared at him, blinking the blur away.
"Charles... I'm sorry.. I just didn't love you.." I whispered. He ran at me kneeing me directly in the stomach. I let of a cry of pain before collapsing onto the floor.
"You- You should have loved me! I was always kind to you when Sherlock was not! Then Moriarty came to me! He told me how to get revenge, for all the times you ignored me!" He screeched, his voice echoing through the building. He stomped his foot into my side. I wailed and thrashed away. He chuckled, his eyes blazing with hatred.
"Charles please.. Let me go home.." I begged, the drugs were wearing off and the pain was kicking in.
"Never! If you go home I lose everything!" He grabbed my shirt collar and lifted me off the ground, my legs were wobbling too much to support me, so I had to rely on him holding me up. I met his eyes, there was nothing in them but pain and hatred, I couldn't stop him, I wasn't strong enough. Charles threw me to the side like I was nothing.
"How does it feel! Being yelled at and treated like garbage! Having your emotional pain ignored! That's how I felt!" Charles turned his back on me. "Your little Sherly can't save you now.." He growled before walking out the door, shutting it behind him. I lay there, the shock began to dim as I realized where I was. It was very cold, the floor was damp, and the air smelled musty. I coughed and sat up, my entire body was trembling.
"I'm sorry.." I whispered, I didn't know who I was saying it to honestly. Charles mostly, maybe Sherlock for disappearing.. I sighed and tried to stand up, but went face first into the cement, cutting it open. Blood dripped off of my cheek and chin, splashing on the cool floor. I tried again, I stood finally. I stumbled across the room and pulled at the door; it didn't open. I turned glancing around the room for a way out, the windows would be impossible to break with my little strength, and there were no other exits. Slowly I sank to the floor and stared forward. A shiver ran up my spine as I realized there was no way to get out of here, and no way to find Sherlock. I stood immediately, catching myself on the door. I began tugging with every fibre of strength left in my body, the door didn't budge. I continued, I pulled and pulled and pulled, and it didn't move. I kept pulling, my arms ached, my hands felt raw, my legs were numb, the room was spinning. I pulled one last time and the door flew open, I tumbled backwards and skidded across the cement. I quickly scrambled out of the door and raced down the hallway. I had no thoughts, I was in fight or flight mode, and I had chosen flight. My heart pounded in my chest, I felt faint. I turned with the winding hallway until I found an office. I looked inside and saw Charles typing a message to someone, probably Moriarty. I ducked down as he turned to glance out the viewing window, and prayed he didn't see me. Luckily he didn't, but he did leave the room. I heard the door knob twist so I hid myself between a plant and a chair, he walked right past me, not noticing me wedged in between the two objects. Slowly I rose and snuck into the office. It looked like a typical office, with a phone on the desk. I sat down quickly under the desk with the phone and dialled Sherlock's number.
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'Your call has been-'
I cursed under my breath and called John.
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"Hello?"
"John!" I cried in a whisper.
"Oh my god- Y/N!?" John exclaimed, I heard a thud in the background.
"What!?" Sherlock shouted from behind him. There was an exchange of yells and then sherlock's voice.
"Y/N, where are you!? Are you okay!?" Sherlock asked quickly.
"I don't know, and no.. I've been drugged for the entire time I've been here!" I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my face.
"Stay calm, we'll get Lestrade to trace your call, we're at the Scotland Yard right now working on a case, so don't worry.." Sherlock muttered softly to me. I nodded and inhaled deeply.
"Are you hurt?" He asked. I examined my body, it was beaten up with cuts and bruises, some old, some new.
"A little bit.." I mumbled. The office door handle jiggled, I put the phone screen down on the ground and moved swiftly behind the other side of the desk, backing into a corner.
"Where is my pen.." Charles murmured to himself. He pushed papers around the desk before making a satisfied noise and walking briskly back out. I grabbed the phone again and put it to my ear.
"Are you still there?" I whispered.
"Yes, we know where you are and we are coming for you." Sherlock sounded angry, relief spread through me.
"I'll see you soon.." I whispered to him and hung up.
"See who soon?" I jumped when I saw Charles and his business partner standing side by side on the other side of the desk.. Charles and Moriarty, together. I pushed myself instinctively away from them.
"Get away!" I shouted. Moriarty laughed and strutted over to me.
"Not so tough without Sherlock are we?" He gripped my chin roughly, forcing me to look him in the eyes. I gritted my teeth and spat on his face. He laughed and slapped me as hard as he could. Pain tore through the already cut side of my face.
"Oooo looks like that hurt!" He looked at the blood on his hands, and slowly licked it off. Charles came beside him, grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back. They forced me to stand and pushed me forward. I was walked to a room, it was empty other than a large tube of water.
"Hold still." Charles growled. A bandana was wrapped around my eyes, and a helmet was placed over my head, it felt like it was having oxygen pumped into it. I was lead up a series of cold metal stairs, and was stripped into what felt like some kind of wet suit. I was terrified, I couldn't see. Then I fell.. I fell only a few feet before hitting water, sinking to the bottom almost immediately. Now there was nothing, no sound, no feeling, no sight, nothing.. I screamed into my helmet but it was to no avail. I tried pounding on the walls, but nothing changed. I just let myself float, float in nothing..

Sherlock will save me..