Loving Loki

Stephanie's Missing

Sherlock's POV

She's gone. He took her and vanished. It's the last thing I saw before I passed out.

I'm at Baker St now with John. He was historical when he heard of course, but I remain calm and think. Think about where they could be. What he might do. Obviously not kill her or at least not yet. If he wanted to kill her he would have done so already. No he wants to keep her.

My head still hurts from when he shot me. If he had shot just 2 inches to the left, I would be dead. Thankfully all I have is some weird blue scar on my shoulder. Shouldn't do permanent damage.

John is pacing. He always does this. Whenever something happens he had to overreact. If he were calm he would think clearly instead of assuming the worst. 

Of course I have no idea where she is or how to find her so, yes we're in a bit of trouble. But if he's that extravagant and my guess is he is, he will make an appearance again soon and cause some trouble.

Stephanie's POV

I wake up on a bed in a strange place. It would be comfortable if my hands and feet weren't tired to the bed posts. I suppose he thought I would try and get away if he didn't tie me down.

Idiot. Of course I wouldn't run. He has a fucking scepter. He could easily kill me if he wanted. I would just like to know why he didn't. Why he took me instead.

"Is that so? Okay then, I'll untie you in a few minutes. As for why to keep you and not kill you, well it's like I said. I like you. I want to have done fun while I'm stuck here."

He appeared out of the corner of my eye and when he finished talking he started standing directly in front of me.

He wants to have fun with me? What the hell. He didn't have to shoot my dad for that. I was honestly curious enough to have followed him anyways.

"Why you don't have to be rude. Hmm. Maybe I should just leave you there for a while. Learn your lesson."

He can read my thoughts. He can read my thoughts. He can read my thoughts.

Oh god. You mother fucker. How dare you. Shut up god damn it! He said he's gonna leave you like this.

Yes, I realize, that's why I'm cussing him out.

"Please let me out, I'm not going to leave." I ask. Trying to sound small.

"I'll think about it... No, I don't think I will. Not yet. You look too cute all tied up for me like that. And besides, you need to control your language.

Once you have learned your lesson I will let you out. You can't leave of course, but I'll leave you untied from the bed."

Asshole. Whatever.

He tuts. I struggle against my bonds with no use. I scream at him.

"Let me go! Let me go this instant!!"

I continue screaming while he produces a clothe from thin air, stuffs it in my mouth then another one and secures the first one in place by tying it behind my head, around my mouth.

"There, that's better. Don't worry, you'll learn. After a while of staying like that you'll get sore. Them a while longer and you'll get hungry. Let's see how long you can last before you're begging me, before you tell me you'll do anything for me to be free of this bed. See you soon. Pet."

Aaagaughaaaaaaauuaaaahhh! I try yelling, but through the gag nothing intelligible comes out, and no one would hear me outside the door anyways.

Mother fucker. I'm trapped.

Fuck.