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Whipped	By : This_is_The_Phantom_Lady Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This contains major triggers for people with issues with self-harm. I do not own or profit on any official BBC Sherlock characters or any other part of BBC Sherlock.

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Exhaustion got the better of me and when I finally woke up I had a few surprises waiting for me.
Firstly it was 11am! I gasped. - But I had been instructed that breakfast was served sharply at 9!
I was so confused by the time that I barely noticed that I was no longer tied up; I sat up bewildered.
This would be punished… but as my hand aimlessly began to scratch my arm I realized I actually needed her to.
Class A masochist…

…

Today’s dress was dark blue and another tight fit. I winched as I walked to the bathroom; the fabric put pressure on every little bruise on my body but even though I reacted to the pain I was actually welcoming it. It had a strange calming effect.
I washed thoroughly in the shower, almost scrubbing off several layers of my own skin, ignoring the throbbing of my marks.
When I finally felt clean enough I walked to the dining room. It was empty and so was the kitchen so I grabbed the newspaper from the table and read through it.
That new sensation; the hatted detective… Sherlock Holmes, he sounded like an interesting character I mused.
I flipped the page and found an article concerning my so called ‘home’ country and read it with a careful interest. Deep down I felt guilty doing it though; in a silly way I was scared of getting caught.
I put the newspaper back where I found it, folded neatly and went to the window to look out at the world again.
I smiled as I saw a group of business men walking down the street.
My brain did what it always did… try to figure out what people had been up to; it always served to pass the time neatly.
The oldest one in the middle was obviously the boss; more than his age it was clear to me by the way the other men interacted with him and the constant, even if slight, distance they held from him.
They were off to lunch, taking a welcome break in a meeting that had not been going too well; this I could see in the creases on the back of the jacket the boss was wearing. The creases forming as he had been squirming in the chair.
Of course I could be wrong… but for lack of entertainment it was just a bit of innocent fun.
The fun was soon spoiled as Miss A. came into the room. I spun around on my naked heel to meet her gaze; my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.
She was in a long black dress, with a long slit all the way up her leg. In her hand she held onto the riding crop.
She was breathing heavily but was keeping her cool exterior under control.
“Sorry I overslept, Miss A.” my bottom lip was quivering under my teeth that dug deeper in a feeble attempt to keep myself together.
I couldn’t take my eyes off that crop…
“I allowed you to sleep in, you had a long and exhausting night” she winked at me. Half of me relaxed, the other half was heartbroken. She was supposed to be mad at me and punish me!
She sat down, and I sat too. Facing her bravely.
The riding crop was carefully laid in the middle of the table; between Miss A. and myself.
Kate rushed in with two plates of sandwiches with a selection of fruit on the side.
I was picking at the grapes on mine, trying to forget about the implement staring me in the face.
“I’ve got another client coming soon” she warned me between bites of her sandwich that she was cutting into with a knife and fork. Was this how posh people ate a sandwich?
“But tell me Mira” she sipped her water and observed me playing with my food “Eat!” she commanded and I bit into my own sandwich “Is that dress okay for you to wear today? Not too sore?”. I was swallowing down my sandwich with difficulty.
“Its fine, Miss A., thank you.”
Honestly I could barely breathe and I was constantly reminded of the marks; but at the moment that wasn’t a bad thing.
“Will you be able to lie on your tummy for a while later today?” I knew my hand was scratching that silly ‘itch’ from earlier and I knew her eyes were aiming in on it.
“Of course Miss A.” I replied obediently and took another bite, this time to avoid having to say more.
She had barely swallowed the last bite of her sandwich when she got up.
“Why don’t you go for a walk? You seem a bit… homesick” she gestured towards the window where she found me.
My mouth opened and closed. I looked down at my plate. I wasn’t even wearing shoes!
But a light suddenly flicked on inside me. My coat! My beloved faux fur coat! It was cold out; maybe she would let me have it?
“Take the white coat by the door, and there are shoes for you in the shoe box under it. The wallet in the coat is yours too; a small advance on your pay. Go treat yourself. You’ve been a good girl! Just be back before dinner”. With that she dashed off; adapting her warrior face… ready for her client.
Defeat…
I sighed heavily. It wasn’t just what was in the pocket of my coat. My little friend… it was the coat itself.
The day I bought it I was leaving for London; knowing I was risking everything.
I got it from a second hand shop. There was a time I had sworn off even wearing faux fur because I was so against fur.
But I had to try it on. It was calling my name from the rack.
It was long, black, shining and looked so warm. And it was so soft! I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror and found it was a lady was looking back, and I just couldn’t stop smiling.
My hands were running down the fluffy fabric and the elderly woman in the shop grinned at me.
“It suits you, love”.
I couldn’t even take the coat off. I paid it and donated my old one.
As I left the store a thought entered my mind. If all my plans failed and I ended up homeless; at least this would keep me warm.
The coat had a lot of utility… not just as a coat, it was a duvet, a pillow and the pockets were huge; I could store a lot of things in them and that always came handy…
Most importantly… it was a comfort. Another friend in a cold world.
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