'It's what you're going to have to get used to if John doesn't show up right this second.' He thought with a renewed wave of dread.
Time was ticking, and the cavalry still hadn’t arrived. Sherlock was beginning to really panic.
"Fuck off, don’t touch me. You don’t own me. What makes you think I’m going to submit to any of you?"
The russian guy moved like lightning, grabbing a fistful of hair in his neatly manicured hands and ripping some out as he dragged Sherlock to the ground, kicking him in the ankles to further knock him off balance. Sherlock went down like a sack of bricks, helpless in his current state, and cried out at the pain of the blow. Nobody would hear him even if he screamed.. the music was far too loud.
"I not think you will suck and fuck me and all my friends whenever it pleases, I /know/. You think you are first guy to be back talking? You will not think you are smart when you got my friends cock in your mouth and I am taking you behind like a horny ‘cobaka’ eh?" Sherlock tried not to flinch as his assailant dragged his head forwards and rubbed his crotch in his face, making motions as though fucking him in the mouth while his friends jeered. He couldn’t truly believe this was happening. It was one of those horror stories that you heard so many people were subjected to every single day, but couldn’t possibly happen to you, because you were invincible right? This sort of thing didn’t happen to people like him, it just didn’t.
Yet it was. He was currently being laughed at while someone humiliated him in the most vile manner, and this was only the beginning. They hadn’t even gotten started yet. He could only imagine the ways in which they all intended to use him.
"John.. please.." He’d unconsciously whimpered his plea aloud, and the russian cruelly mimicked his words but in a higher pitch, adding a breathlessness to it which made it sound dirty. It was obvious what he was implying, and his friends found it hilarious.
"Come on get up and follow us, we show you a good time. You be forgetting John soon." He was pulled to his feet with surprising tenderness, and might have been fooled into thinking it was a friendly gesture but for the mocking soothing tone, and the way a hand snaked around his waist as he was guided forwards. There wasn’t even a point in resisting, in fact it was probable that pretending to go along meekly was a good idea for now. So long as they took him outside he had a chance at breaking away, and finding someone who could help. It was a slim chance when he was surrounded on all sides, but it was better than nothing.
He staggered along with his gaze locked on the ground beneath his feet, hoping against hope that someone would miraculously come to his rescue before he was broken.
Re: Complications Part 6
Time was ticking, and the cavalry still hadn’t arrived. Sherlock was beginning to really panic.
"Fuck off, don’t touch me. You don’t own me. What makes you think I’m going to submit to any of you?"
The russian guy moved like lightning, grabbing a fistful of hair in his neatly manicured hands and ripping some out as he dragged Sherlock to the ground, kicking him in the ankles to further knock him off balance. Sherlock went down like a sack of bricks, helpless in his current state, and cried out at the pain of the blow. Nobody would hear him even if he screamed.. the music was far too loud.
"I not think you will suck and fuck me and all my friends whenever it pleases, I /know/. You think you are first guy to be back talking? You will not think you are smart when you got my friends cock in your mouth and I am taking you behind like a horny ‘cobaka’ eh?" Sherlock tried not to flinch as his assailant dragged his head forwards and rubbed his crotch in his face, making motions as though fucking him in the mouth while his friends jeered. He couldn’t truly believe this was happening. It was one of those horror stories that you heard so many people were subjected to every single day, but couldn’t possibly happen to you, because you were invincible right? This sort of thing didn’t happen to people like him, it just didn’t.
Yet it was. He was currently being laughed at while someone humiliated him in the most vile manner, and this was only the beginning. They hadn’t even gotten started yet. He could only imagine the ways in which they all intended to use him.
"John.. please.." He’d unconsciously whimpered his plea aloud, and the russian cruelly mimicked his words but in a higher pitch, adding a breathlessness to it which made it sound dirty. It was obvious what he was implying, and his friends found it hilarious.
"Come on get up and follow us, we show you a good time. You be forgetting John soon." He was pulled to his feet with surprising tenderness, and might have been fooled into thinking it was a friendly gesture but for the mocking soothing tone, and the way a hand snaked around his waist as he was guided forwards. There wasn’t even a point in resisting, in fact it was probable that pretending to go along meekly was a good idea for now. So long as they took him outside he had a chance at breaking away, and finding someone who could help. It was a slim chance when he was surrounded on all sides, but it was better than nothing.
He staggered along with his gaze locked on the ground beneath his feet, hoping against hope that someone would miraculously come to his rescue before he was broken.