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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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“Morning!” Was the sound I woke up to, confused and forgetting I was chained down I tried to jump for cover. My body ready for a fight… It took me minutes to find out where I was and why I couldn’t move.
As soon as I found my senses I flashed a smile.
“Good morning Miss A.” I laid back, relaxed or at least wanting to give off that impression.
“How did you sleep?” she was walking around the bed and in a swift movement the duvet was gone. There I was; at her mercy and I knew it.
“Very well Miss A. The bed is incredibly soft” I refused to mention the soft leather shackles. I was adamant on giving off the impression that I could handle all of it.
I wasn’t sure why. But something in me wanted to win this game. Whatever it was.
“I’m surprised you laid still” her hand was tickling my foot just where the itch had been “I think you’ve been restrained before, sweetie” her tickling was relentless and this time I tried to retrieve my foot. She chuckled; I wasn’t going anywhere soon.
“Only as a little girl Miss A … playing cowboys and Indians”. I admitted. I wanted to squeal and my left foot was still struggling against the leather and her fingers. She had me where she wanted me.
“Cowboys and Indians… oh of course… of course” she wasn’t convinced. I swallowed.
“Miss A, I need the toilet please”. It was my clever way of begging her to let me go. It was worth a shot.
“The mattress is waterproof”.
I think she saw the horror and dread that this filled me with. I did need the loo; but not this way.
Fuck. No!
I relaxed visibly when her hands were opening the shackles to release me.
I walked slowly to the bathroom; my body and most of my mind wanting me to run; run all of the way out of there and not look back.

…

I breathed calmly in the bathroom. I took a look at the girl in the mirror.
I bit into my bottom lip and my hand was brushing over my arm; tracing over the bumps of raised scars and cuts in various stages of healing processes.
‘You want her to hurt you’. My face contorted and I had to look away from the mirror.
“Shut up” I whispered back to the voice and I left the bathroom.
I returned to the bedroom which I found to be empty.
On the bed was left a clean set of underwear and a white dress and a note informing me that:
“Breakfast is served daily at 9am
~A”
I slipped into the dress; which fit a bit tighter than the dress from yesterday. I was forced to take slow breaths.
This was another of her dresses. Hadn’t the maid washed mine yet?
It was 8.30 and the silence was deafening.
I felt an itch; nothing like the itch under my foot… this was a need rather. An itch that couldn’t be scratched away. It took something a bit sharper. Perhaps 7 percent sharper…
Where was my coat? Where was my ‘friend’?
I couldn’t explain this need; but it was a desperate need and it made me restless. I was losing my mind.
Slowly but surely losing myself.
I went wandering through her home on a search for my belongings. I found the kitchen and saw the maid curtly preparing breakfast.
“Kate, was it?” I hoped I didn’t come off as crazy as I felt.
“Yes” She was cutting up the bread and my eyes zoned in on the sharp knife in her hand.
“Do you know what happened with my coat? I need to retrieve something from the pockets”. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of the slicing movements of the knife.
“Irene has them… Miss Adler I mean” she seemed ashamed of her slip up. Her lip trembled and I could take my eyes away from the slicing. That look in her eyes… oh of course! That was why she was so sharp with me yesterday.
“Thank you Kate” I beamed “Can I help you with anything?”.
I had to give up on my craving for now. It was no good. Miss A. had what I needed. My best bet was to distract myself for as long as I could.
Maybe performing my duties would be a blessing in disguise…
“No thank you, I’m almost done” she was obviously faking her kindness. I knew this wasn’t easy for her either.
I went into the dining room and found her; Miss A. reading the paper with an interest. She almost missed the fact that I had come in. I sat down where I was placed the night before. She folded the paper and I briefly noted the headline. I had seen that so called ‘hat detective’ somewhere but I wasn’t given time to ponder too long.
“What is that?” She asked me. I had no clue what she was referring to.
“Sorry Miss A.?”
“I think I need to change my plans today” her eyes were peeled on my arm. I now noticed how I couldn’t stop scratching that ‘itch’.
“I will take care of that after breakfast”.
Take care of… wait. No.
How?
I solemnly nodded and at the strike of 9 Kate brought us breakfast.
I had lost my appetite but all Miss A. had to do was give me a look and I took another bite.
When the plate was clean she calmly informed me to go to my room; undress and fold the clothes neatly. Then I was to place them on the dresser and lay outstretched on the bed, on my back.
She would come for me.
My bottom lip was trembling and I had to bite it to stop it. Somehow it was a small comfort that I got to undress alone. It was the little things. That was what I convinced myself of.
Lying on the bed awaiting my undoing time passed painfully slow.
I could hear the clicking of her heels from the hallway and I took a deep breath.
Fuck.
In her hand she held a long stick with a leather piece at the end. It seemed to be a favourite instrument of hers; an extension of her arm.
“This is a riding crop” She fondly showed it to me. She flexed it in her delicate hands and I held my breath.
“I think this speaks well to your craving” She chuckled. It didn’t take her long to shackle me and I felt an urge to cry out in pain already.
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