*Sherlock POV*
"Please dont hurt him. Please Jim..."
"You lost that opportunity when you started sleeping with him Sherl."
"Fucking hell! I was high!"
"Yet you did it."
John yells again, obviously whatever Jim has brought us here to do doesn't end well.
"Please..."
"I like this, you begging me for things."
Jim smirks, laughing when I try to pull myself from his grip. He pulls me into the kitchen, closing the door and digging through the cabinets for something.
"Drink."
"I dont-"
"Yes, you do."
"Please..."
He hands me a glass of what looks to be water, but probably isnt safe to drink anyways.
"Drink it Sherl."
"No."
"Did I ask?"
"I...I don't want to...please..."
"I don't care what you want. Drink it. Now."
I take the glass slowly, feeling detached as I raise it to my lips.
"Come on."
It is just water, but somehow I still want to spit it out and chuck the glass as far away from me as possible. Instead, I drink the whole thing, Jim watching me closely. He grabs my arm again, pulling me into the sitting area.
"Sit."
Out of instinct, I comply, sitting instantly on the sofa.
"Good. Now lie down, you need some rest."
"Please, leave John alone. Let him go."
"Shhh...its alright."
He gently brushes my hair out of my eyes, smiling softly as he sits beside me. My head feels fuzzy, eyes suddenly heavy.
"What...what was..."
"Shhh...it doesnt matter love. Go to sleep."
I watch him grab a length of rope, tying my hands above my head before I pass out.
