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. |
Finally sitting at the table I took a deep sigh of relief.
I was amazed I had actually managed the trip without any injuries…
Kate silently served us breakfast; porridge.My stomach turned painfully… I hated porridge with a passion. Always had!
“Thank you, Kate. It looks delicious” Miss A. beamed at the red haired woman as she was about to leave the room.She took hold of Kate’s hand and gave it a quick comforting squeeze, looking into her eyes.
I was getting in between the two of them and it made my eyes seek the horrid sight that was my breakfast, uncomfortably.I felt like I was trespassing on their delicate moment.I only looked up when I heard Kate had exited the room, the kitchen door closing behind her.Miss A. was calmly eating her porridge.
My stomach growled… I was hungry after all.But, did she really expect me to eat like a dog? I couldn’t possibly do that… The simple thought of stuffing my face into the food made me sicker than the porridge had already managed.I started contemplating if I could manage to use the spoon and feed myself without the porridge ending up on the front of the dress. I was scared to even attempt it though. Worse than facing her wrath for disrespecting her clothes; I wouldn’t be able to overcome the gross feeling.After a few mouthfuls she took pity on me and flashed me a smile.“I guess I will have to feed you, too” She rose to her feet and sat herself down next to me. She filled the spoon and put it to my lips“Open wide, sweetie” she winked teasingly and fed me the porridge.She barely gave me time to swallow one mouthful before she was stuffing the next into my mouth. The sheer fact that it was porridge made me gag already.It was the texture more than it was the taste… yuck.But there was no mercy…“Swallow” she ordered as I struggled with the 7th mouthful. I struggled; my throat was closing. Protesting.As punishment she quickly filled my mouth with yet another spoonful before I had successfully gulped the previous down.“You will finish this. You will show Kate’s cooking some respect” she took hold of my hair and yanked my head back.“Swallow” she repeated coldly. The thick porridge finally made it down my throat.My eyes were wet and I was heaving for my breath.“Just a few more to go” she whispered, warning me to not make a fuss of it, and continued her force feeding.When the plate was finally empty she dropped the spoon and let go of my hair in the very same forceful movement.Miss A. briskly wiped my face with the white cloth napkin before throwing it on the table when she was done.She walked back to her seat and finished her portion with dignity… I slumped in my chair and gasped for air.My right to dignity had vanished long ago.The porridge was on its way back up.My oesophagus convulsed and it took me effort to keep fighting against it.But I had to win this battle against my own body… I couldn’t let myself be overtaken like this…
“You really don’t like porridge, huh?” she chuckled. She could see it on me.“N-not my favourite food, I suppose. Miss A.” I managed to reply. I was shivering violently.“Shame, it’s very nutritious” she took yet another small spoonful; visibly enjoying it. Obviously overdoing it to prove a point.“It is, Miss A.” I swallowed hard.“So, tell me Mira… do you feel the clamps?” she wiped the edge of her lip delicately.“I feel them Miss A.” I replied, keeping my answers short as I was still trying to keep my body under control.“Painful, or just a dull feeling?” she leaned back slightly and observed me.“Arch your back a bit, sweetie” she instructed me. As I did my chest was pushed forward and into the clingy fabric of the dress.I heaved a sigh.“Better?” her eyebrow raised as she questioned me.I nodded solemnly. It didn’t hurt terribly, but it was a dull throbbing. It took my attention completely away from the problems I was having keeping the porridge down.“The right amount of pain will solve any issue for a girl like you, Mira. Use it to your own advantage… don’t be afraid to seek it” As she spoke I locked eyes with her.“The right kind of pain I mean. Mira, what you did last night was so far out of line!” she turned icy cold and I felt faint instantly.“You are not my sub, but trust is important. Respect, mutual respect. Do you understand?” her eyes pierced mine as icy picks.
“If you had a craving all you had to do was knock on my door, I’d beat it out of you. Safely!” she hissed. I had managed to piss her off good and proper.
I bowed my head and nodded.“I am so sorry Miss A. I wasn’t thinking…”Honestly, I didn’t… I hadn’t even felt like it was me who did it. But here I was, paying the price.“Promise me. Mira. Next time your addiction shows its ugly face you come to me. You are never to cut yourself again”I nodded at her, my mouth was dry. I honestly wasn’t sure I could make a promise like that… I had tried to stop since the day I started when I was 13 years old.
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