Twelve chimes. That was it. The door still locked. Silence. Complete and utter silence. Only broken by the whimpers of the man on the floor. If he had solved it, he would be running in here by now. But there was nothing and no one. There were no police sirens. No interferences. Perfect. Perhaps the brilliant mind of Sherlock Holmes was too daft to figure out the book.
"Please. Please don't kill me."
A laugh broke out in the dark room. Loud and cruel. The man looked around, there was no escape. The door was bolted. There were no windows. In fact, there was no light. Not even the tiniest glimmer of moonlight crept its way into this dark dungeon. This hell, where he would burn. Where he would end. He never even said goodbye to her.
Something was being attached to his wrist and with a strong, forceful pull he was standing on his feet. Don't you see your life flash before your eyes when you're about to die? He wished he could at least see that instead of this impeding darkness that enclosed him in its arms like a monster. A click was heard from across the room and a loud buzzing noise raised from quiet to ominously loud. Lord have mercy on me! He silently begged. And he felt it. The electricity had begun coursing through his body. At first, the pain was slight. Until the current increased. He fell to the floor. His convulsing, writhing body soon went still. The buzzing ended. Silence had won. A smile crept over the woman's lips.
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The Child of Zeus
FanfictionMysterious sets of books arrive in the hands of Sherlock Holmes that allude to the murders that have been wreaking havoc on London. Sherlock's feelings for his pathologist begin to grow as she helps him with the case.
