Jim had expected Sherlock to sit back down in front of him, to pull him in to yet another filthy but arousing kiss. But of course, the detective felt he was losing his own game.
"Wait.. Wait no, where are you going?" He tried, but he heard Sherlock had already started to leave.
"Come back you bastard!" He tried once more, but the door slammed and Jim was left alone in a cold, dusty abandoned warehouse.
The next hours he just sat there, trying to scream in order of anyone to hear him, but all was in vein. His wrist were covered in bloody burn wounds coming from the friction with the rope. He had to give in.
It wasn't until the next morning some woman came walking in. She had a platter with a small glass of water and 2 slices of bread. Jim was allowed using the bathroom but he knew people were too close to escape.
The same ritual repeated at both none and in the evening for the next 3 days. Jim barely slept, he felt dirty and was exhausted. The woman taking care of him never talked back. He had tried to ask her what Sherlock was up to, where he was and what he expected, but nothing came back.
That day he noticed sunlight coming through the high windows on the left of him. The direct sunlight burned in his eyes and he closed them for a few seconds. His body was aching and he didn't knew for how long he could stay like this. Just when he let his neck hang low, the door opened. It weren't the familiar woman's shoes he heard. Neither did it sound like Sherlock's. Before he could do anything he felt a needle drilling in his upper arm. "What the hell." He protested, but it only took seconds before dizziness kicked in.
When Jim woke up he found himself laying on a bed. Not the most comfortable one, but anything was better then that chair. Slowly he fluttered his eyelids open. Where was he? A dark room, just a really small window covered in bars. Jim lifted himself on his feet, exploring the room. "Hello?" He shouted, but he knew it wouldn't do much anyway.
There was another small door in his room, he tried the know, it opened! Hesitatingly he pushed it open further, leading himself into his own bathroom. Considering from where he was coming from, this was luxury. Without thinking Jim undressed, he HAD to take a shower!
Water had never felt so good on his body. It was refreshing, calming and almost nice. He couldn't stay in long though, he was way to vulnerable in there considering he hadn't had the slightest clue on where he was. Once back dressed in his main room he sat on the edge of his bed. Waiting...