The slap stung against his cheek, and he hissed out a breath as he felt his skin redden where Sebastians palm had struck. It was the only hint of true emotion he’d seen from his assailant yet, and he knew it was because they both knew what Sherlock was trying to imply. A weakness then.. he filed that away, could be useful. There were unfortunately more immediate problems than getting into Sebastian Moran’s head however, such as escaping his current predicament alive, as he had no doubt his life was in peril while he remained in that room.
"So.. what are you going to do with me then? Torture? Murder? I’d really prefer to know exactly what I’m up against sooner rather than later if it wouldn’t be too much trouble. Better to just get it over with." Keep him talking.. bide his time. He’d told John that he would be out for a few hours, and he’d be beginning to wonder where Sherlock had gotten to by now. His companion was nothing if not reliable, he’d turn up at the last possible second and rescue Sherlock, and they would laugh about his carelessness later when the police reports were filed and his wounds tended to.
Sebastian Moran’s grin didn’t reach his eyes, but if it got any wider his face would split in two. He shook his head in mock sadness, trying to convey pity, although it was purely mocking of course. “Sherlock.. oh man give me a little credit here please, it’s nothing so drab! I’m certainly not planning on boring you to death, as amusing as it would be to watch you suffer under the pain of such unimaginative punishments as what you suggest. Nah.. we’re all gonna have a lot of fun with you. I promise it’s an absolute corker, you’ll love it!”
Here he gave a boyish little giggle which seemed completely at odds with his tall stature, and again Sherlock felt the icy grip of fear clench his heart as he knew to expect something truly hideous. Oddly though it was hard to read anything from the man other than he was anticipating something enjoyable.. he really was losing his touch. This more than anything made him angry, which in turn caused him to be careless. Physical admonishments he could handle, but being mocked this way was really too much.
"What then? For pities sake either let me go or do something! I tire of being subjected to the clawing odour that passes for cologne in your companions opinion. You shouldn’t beat your wife, she would have been honest about how awful you smell if she cared about you." This was directed towards the brute at his back in an effort to rile him up, but instead the whole room erupted into fits of laughter, and Sherlock had to wonder just when they had been joined by several others seeing as yet again he hadn’t heard a thing. He blinked in confusion, and Sebastian noticed once he’s finished chuckling emotionlessly to himself.
"Ahh is the penny finally dropping for you? It’s amazing how easy it can be to dull a mans senses if you know the right concoction, not that you’re a stranger to experimenting with these things I hear. In a crowd it’s just so easy to get close, personal space doesn’t exist, then it’s as easy as one two three. The tiny pinch of a needle, too infinitesimal to notice, and voila. Don’t worry there are no lasting effects, but it was necessary to weaken you slightly if everything was going to run smoothly. It was a dirty trick though, I am so very sorry for the inconvenience. You’ll be feeling a little faint for a few hours yet, so I wouldn’t try any sudden moves."
The pressure on his arms suddenly released at a nod from Sebastian, and Sherlock’s knees nearly gave out as his support was removed. It was revealed at a quick glance that the man who had been restraining him for so long was none other than the bouncer who had been manning the front doors that night, an obvious choice really. He had to admire his strength if nothing else, he’d practically been holding Sherlock up for the last twenty minutes, as evidenced by the effort it took to so much as stand now that he was under his own power. The drugs must have been fast acting, and whatever they’d given him left him weak as a kitten.
Re: Complications Part 4
"So.. what are you going to do with me then? Torture? Murder? I’d really prefer to know exactly what I’m up against sooner rather than later if it wouldn’t be too much trouble. Better to just get it over with." Keep him talking.. bide his time. He’d told John that he would be out for a few hours, and he’d be beginning to wonder where Sherlock had gotten to by now. His companion was nothing if not reliable, he’d turn up at the last possible second and rescue Sherlock, and they would laugh about his carelessness later when the police reports were filed and his wounds tended to.
Sebastian Moran’s grin didn’t reach his eyes, but if it got any wider his face would split in two. He shook his head in mock sadness, trying to convey pity, although it was purely mocking of course. “Sherlock.. oh man give me a little credit here please, it’s nothing so drab! I’m certainly not planning on boring you to death, as amusing as it would be to watch you suffer under the pain of such unimaginative punishments as what you suggest. Nah.. we’re all gonna have a lot of fun with you. I promise it’s an absolute corker, you’ll love it!”
Here he gave a boyish little giggle which seemed completely at odds with his tall stature, and again Sherlock felt the icy grip of fear clench his heart as he knew to expect something truly hideous. Oddly though it was hard to read anything from the man other than he was anticipating something enjoyable.. he really was losing his touch. This more than anything made him angry, which in turn caused him to be careless. Physical admonishments he could handle, but being mocked this way was really too much.
"What then? For pities sake either let me go or do something! I tire of being subjected to the clawing odour that passes for cologne in your companions opinion. You shouldn’t beat your wife, she would have been honest about how awful you smell if she cared about you." This was directed towards the brute at his back in an effort to rile him up, but instead the whole room erupted into fits of laughter, and Sherlock had to wonder just when they had been joined by several others seeing as yet again he hadn’t heard a thing. He blinked in confusion, and Sebastian noticed once he’s finished chuckling emotionlessly to himself.
"Ahh is the penny finally dropping for you? It’s amazing how easy it can be to dull a mans senses if you know the right concoction, not that you’re a stranger to experimenting with these things I hear. In a crowd it’s just so easy to get close, personal space doesn’t exist, then it’s as easy as one two three. The tiny pinch of a needle, too infinitesimal to notice, and voila. Don’t worry there are no lasting effects, but it was necessary to weaken you slightly if everything was going to run smoothly. It was a dirty trick though, I am so very sorry for the inconvenience. You’ll be feeling a little faint for a few hours yet, so I wouldn’t try any sudden moves."
The pressure on his arms suddenly released at a nod from Sebastian, and Sherlock’s knees nearly gave out as his support was removed. It was revealed at a quick glance that the man who had been restraining him for so long was none other than the bouncer who had been manning the front doors that night, an obvious choice really. He had to admire his strength if nothing else, he’d practically been holding Sherlock up for the last twenty minutes, as evidenced by the effort it took to so much as stand now that he was under his own power. The drugs must have been fast acting, and whatever they’d given him left him weak as a kitten.