The Woman

12. Trapped

**Two months later**
BANG BANG BANG.

I jolt up in shock, watching two men enter my room; I didn't recognize these men. Gordo went over to the men and started nipping at their legs. I watched as they struggled to get him off. "Call back the dog, or I'll kill him." He tells me. "Gordo, release." He let's go coming back to me, growling at them. I grab my knife from my bed, getting in a position to throw it. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." One of the men pulls a gun then pointing it at me. I didn't change positions but watched them waiting for their next move. "Come with us now." The taller man says. They were dressed in black suits, polished black shoes, and combed back hair. One was taller than the other about an inch and had darker hair. "Where am I going?"

"That doesn't matter." The dark-haired ape-man says.

"Can I get dressed?" I question him. Next thing I know, the man pulls out a blow dart, hitting me in the neck. My world started to spin and grow fuzzy. I threw my knife with all the force and strength I had left.

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I wake upcoming to consciousness; everything around me was pitch black, I laid on my back on a hard surface. I go to sit up only to hit my head on a hard surface. I lift my hands to realize I was in a box; I'm buried alive. "Good afternoon, Annie, I believe you have realized by now what is going on. If not, you should know you are six feet underground." I heard a deep disguised voice tell me. "No need to panic. We put an air tank that connects to your coffin. Nevertheless, it will run out, and you will have to conserve your air. The only way you'll live is if Sherlock can save you in time. What I need you to do for me is panic, I will have Sherlock on the line, and I need you to act scared for him. Can you do that for me?" He asks of me.

"Yes." I agree with a tear running down my cheek.

"You're on in 3..2..1.."

"SHERLOCK!! HELP ME!! PLEASE!!" I beg him. I know he will be hurting once he hears me. He knows I do not beg or cry. He'll pick it up in no time; he'll realize I'm in more danger than he knows.

"ANNIE?!? WHERE ARE YOU!?!" He yells into the phone.

"I'm in a box; I'm six feet under." I try to contain my crying.

"Annie, stay calm, you need to conserve your air." He tells me calmly.

"Sherlock, please hurry. It's hot in here."

"Annie, how did you get in there?" He asks calmly, trying to keep me calm.

"Blow dart," I answer, trying to give him a clue.

"You better hurry, Mr. Holmes, She doesn't have much time left." The voice interrupts me trying to make Sherlock panic.

"Leave her alone. She isn't apart of this." I heard him grit his teeth in frustration. He was getting protective of me. "If any harm comes to her, I swear my face is the last you'll see."

"Oh, Mr. Holmes, you are in no place to make threats. I'll show you what you get when you misbehave." The disguised voice mocks him, making Sherlock's heart race. I felt a shocking jolt my body. I bite my lip, trying not to let my pain show. "Strong one she is, let's turn up the power aye." The man says. "AHHHHHH!" I scream in pain as it became ten times worse.

"STOP! STOP IT NOW!" I heard John scream into the phone. I could picture Sherlocks face now, his eyes closed and his brow scrunched up, his lips pierced together in pain. "Help..me," I mumble as the pain went away.

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Sherlock's POV

I went down the old staircase going to Annie's room. I go to knock on the door but realize something was terribly wrong. Locked picked, paint missing from door suggesting a forced entry, the door pushed open with the slightest touch. I push open the door to see the bed was unmade with sheets on the floor. 'Dragged' I know a dart on the bed. 'Drugged.' I look over in the corner to see Gordo's feet poking out from the other side of her bed, lying on the floor. I go over to see he was sleeping but had a cut on his head. "JOHN!!"
I scream for him. He came running down the steps in a rush. "Annie, has been kidnapped," I tell him calmly. John has no clue about us. We have been keeping our relationship under wraps. Every time John would leave the room she would smirk at me giving me a sexy smile, when he would go out she would come over and sit on my lap usually we end up in snogging on the sofa. I must admit I do enjoy it when John goes out of the flat because we don't have to hide. Lestrade isn't a problem anymore. I texted him to stay away from her; I told him how she wasn't ready to be in a relationship and feels regret for what happened that night. I also told him that she isn't his toy he can go to when he's feeling lonely. "SHE'S BEEN WHAT!?!" John freaks out. My phone began to ring, so I answered.