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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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There was a long and painful silence; the two of them engaging in a lengthy staring contest that neither of them wanted to lose… afraid to lose face.
- The intelligent version of arm wrestling, I suppose.
She purposely broke it to pour the tea and slid his cup across the table.
He was quick to drink from it and leaned back.
His scary eyes were now staring straight at me instead.
I kept my head bowed as per Miss A.’s instructions and swallowed uncomfortably.
Every cell in my body wanted to get away…
Had she not instructed me to sit like that; my head would have bowed naturally. I didn’t appreciate the attention from him, and would do anything to avoid that icy gaze…
“My pet” she explained to him, answering the question his gestures had asked.
He sipped his tea again.
“… Is she safe?“ his eyes never left me; not for a second. I felt effectively paralyzed by them.
His eyes sent shivers up my spine and I wanted to shake it off… but I couldn’t move.
The dull sound of his voice was as eerie as his mere presence.
“She’s as domesticated as they come” Miss A. chuckled wholeheartedly.
“Mira, please kneel for me sweetie” she instructed me, giving me an apologetic smile.
“Yes Miss A.” I replied and did as told; managing to in a somewhat smooth move slide onto the floor; onto my knees.
And there I sat; my head bowed.
The man was still staring, not moving a muscle.
“Can you meow for mammy too?” … ugh that word… why? Why did she always have to use it… It was cruelty.
I responded with a soft meow.
“And Mira knows what happens if she disobeys” she walked over to me and carelessly lifted my arms; I allowed her move me like a limb doll.
She was showing him my restraints.
“Don’t you Mira?”
“Meow!”
I was trying to figure out her game. She wanted me to play cat now?
“I found this stray about a week ago and she’s already well trained. Aren’t you sweetie?” Miss A. let go of my arms that fell dumbly into my lap.
She moved my hair behind my ear and scratched carefully behind my ear with her red nails, caressing me.
I leaned into her hand and purred instinctively.
She gave me a wink, letting me know I was doing good, nailing the brief in fact.
“Good girl” Miss A. beamed at me and went back to her seat, straightening her posture.
I stayed as I was, having had no further instructions.
The position hurt my knees and my shoulder.
I tried my best to zone out, to endure the pain that was building in my body.
I could not disobey. Not now…
I understood that it was very important for her to show him her abilities as dominatrix and how well she had me trained.
A perfect product sample…
She in fact had me domesticated, had she not?
I knew at what cost disobeying her came; and it wasn’t worth it…
I couldn’t focus fully on their conversation no matter how much I wanted to, but I did quickly find out they were discussing some people he had codenamed The Virgin and The Iceman.
The pain kept creeping in and taking over my senses…
My mind was starting to hallucinate slightly and I imagined a young innocent girl with a man made out of ice.
I saw them in various obscene and disturbing scenarios; melting together in my head.
“Can you get The Virgin to obey as well as your little pet there?” I came back to the room, taking a deep breath; the pain giving me a break.
“Oh I think I know how to play my cards on him; I’ll turn his pretty little curly head. Trust me” she chuckled and leaned forward; touching his hand tenderly.
“Hmm?” he didn’t seem convinced.
I saw her fondle a photograph in her other hand; her thumb caressing the image on it. It was too far away for me to make out who or what was pictured on it.
“I know just what he needs” there was something dark in her laugh.
He nodded and rose to his feet. He left the room the long way round… passing by me; trailing a clammy finger over my cheek.
I chewed the inside of my cheek; shivering hard and now I really wanted to run.
He slithered out of the room, the door closing behind him.
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