Oh my god, my love for this fic grows exponentially. As someone who knows (and loves) a lot of survivors of sexual violence, so much of this rings true for me; especially Holmes' helplessness, and his self-destructive coping mechanisms. And jeezus, I love Mycroft and his logical deconstruction. It was just the right amount of empathy and ass-kicking. Also, I imagined Stephen Fry as Mycroft, and kind of melted a bit.
That last line has me biting my nails, waiting for the next chapter.