All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Eighteen

(A/N- Erm, I guess you can say it's a little bit violent, so I'm sorry about that. Please comment/vote/share/follow if you enjoy this, it means a lot to me and really motivates me! Thanks, lovelies!

-CH xx)

Chapter 18

Charlie's POV

"Fractured ribs, broken elbow, severe bruising, and you have a broken jaw," Dimitri informed me as he stepped away from me.

I tried to talk but I found I was incapable of speech. My face was swollen and my body was suffering excruciating pain. The ropes dug into my wrists and my legs were bound. Dimitri untied me and helped me to my feet. He helped carry my weight as I shuffled to the bathroom, leaving me sitting on the loo before walking out, closing the door behind him. After I did my business and flushed the toilet and washed my hands, I tapped on the wall three times, and Dimitri came back in. With a sigh he took me into the white room and sat me and tied me up again, before he got a phone call and left the room to talk.

When he came back he sighed and put his phone in his pocket. "Jim's on his way and he's bringing Janine."

I sighed, feeling the pain in my chest as I did so. I was in for it. Every single time Jim came, I got beaten. Dimitri was made to do it; though he did feel terrible about it afterwards. He told me to hang in there and trust him; he'd get me out some day when it was safe.

I didn't believe him. I didn't know who to trust. The boy I felt myself falling in love with turned up to be a psychopathic murderer, and my ex girlfriend had gone off with him, knowing I was held captive in some unfamiliar site.

The door opened, and Jim and Janine came in. Jim pulled up two seats from somewhere, and he and Janine sat down beside Dimitri. "Would you like some answers?" Jim asked me with a bored tone.

I couldn't respond with my preferred statement: "I don't need your answers just let me go you stupid bastard," so I shook my head. Jim continued anyway.

"Sherlock Holmes has always been my greatest game. He's my toy. Most of the time he's open to playing, but after last time, when John broke up with him, he's not playing the way he should," Jim pouted at this. "I'm sure you know all about our history by now, so I'll skip to the good part.

"I was coming into your party to see Sherlock when you caught my eye. Sweet, innocent Charlie, trying to get Johnny boys attention. Then I knew I could use you. You'd be easy to manipulate, and I was right, you know. So then I won your heart, and you fell for everything."

Tears stung my eyes as I heard this. "You know what he means, don't you?" Janine piped up. "You're worthless. No one really wants you," she laughed, "You're a waste of space. You're worthless... Oh so very worthless. I'm glad to see you like this; beaten and broken. It's how all animals like you should be treated. You should be-" she was cut short as a gun shot rang out like a bell. Janine fell to the ground in front of me, blood oozing out of her chest.

I looked at Jim and he looked at Dimitri. I followed Jim's gaze and saw Dimitri held a gun in his hand, still aimed at where Janine had stood.

"Sorry. She pissed me off," Dimitri stated, putting the gun back on safety, placing it in the breast pocket of his coat.

Jim shrugged. "Whatever, just get it cleaned up. The blood is ruining my floor."

Dimitri nodded and began to move Janine'a lifeless body out of the room. I felt sick. Even though I despised her, seeing her like that disgusted me. I felt like I was going to throw up.

Jim, of course, didn't care. "Eh, she was pissing me off too." He got up and came over to me. If I could've, I would've moved away, but my hands were literally tied. Jim reached out and gently touched my cheek. I shuddered under the feel of his hand on my face, and the way his calculating eyes examined my face made me feel intimidated.

"Anyway, as I was saying before that little... Interruption, I did actually grow to care for you, Charlie. And I didn't like it. Which is kind of why you're tied up here and taking a beating. I hate it, but it has to be done. My plan is incomplete, and Sherlock's taking his time to come out here. I know he's worked it out but, you know, hang in there." He tapped on my jaw, even though it was gentle it hurt like a bitch.

Jim smirked as though he had read my mind. He gently kissed me before moving back to his seat. Dimitri entered the room again and sat back down. I looked him over and saw his long black, curly hair was tied back, and he was growing a beard since he hadn't had a chance to shave, since all his time was spent with me. He was about six foot seven, and in that moment, he looked incredibly badass.

Jim smiled at me once again, before muttering some orders to Dimitri. Dimitri nodded, and Jim patted him on the back before leaving with his authoritative air.

Dimitri groaned and tossed his head back, running his hands through his hair. "I can't believe I just killed a person."

"Why'd you do it?" I asked as best I could.

"Did you get a beating?" Dimitri asked me, straightening up. I shook my head. "That's why. I'd rather kill her quickly than kill you slowly. You can't handle much more of this."

"Let me go then."

Dimitri shook his head at me. "You know I can't."

I sighed. I had no idea how long I had been in that room. I smelt terrible and I was completely exhausted and pained, and I hoped it wouldn't last too much longer.