The Wolf (слэш)

“Rise ‘n shine, Mr. Holmes.”
Heavy manacles encircle his ankles and wrists, thick chains bolted into the floor. Steel? Silver-coated. Damn. He grimaces and feels dried blood crack along the side of his face. Thick bars surround him on all sides, caging him in like an animal.
“You’re making a really, very bad mistake,” he mutters, blinking hard to clear his vision.
(Can be read as a stand-alone)