𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Carve my name

Credit to @aiSh20018 who's comment gave me the idea for this, love you <3

Ps: I read every comment.............Ya'll need to go to church ffs.

Note: it has come to my attention that some people don't know who people like Harrison and Tuwaine are. So here's a lesson.

Harrison: Tom's best friend since school
Tuwaine: Also Tom's best friend
Brooke: Jacob Balton's now girlfriend
Nicky: His mum
Dom: His Dad
Paddy, Harry, Sam: His brother

I feel like stalker omfg

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I could taste metal on my lips, the blood dripping down my chin as I coughed I up.

I wanted to wipe it away but my hands were bound to the chair, the leather rubbing the skin on my wrists and ankles that I was sure if I kept struggling I would draw blood.

But I wasn't about to break. I was trained better than this. They could torture me all they liked but my emotionless facade would never shatter.

"Tell us where we can find the drugs" The man standing above me wiped his bloody hands clean with a white cloth. A strand of his brownish hair falling over his face, the rest of it slicked back neatly.

My mouth was zipped shut, I didn't plan on talking. I kept my eyes straight ahead, looking threw the man rather than to him.

He had a sharp jawline, his cheeks naturally drawn in. He was hot, I couldn't lie, but not my type.

When he bent down, resting his hands on the top of the wooden chair behind me I got a perfect view of his hazel eyes.

They were angry, frustrated that I hadn't even said a word since they kidnapped me from my morning jog.

I didn't even know what they were talking about. Drugs?. Yes, my 'group' dabbled In selling drugs but it was ours, we hadn't stolen any of it.

Unless they want what we have. That's the only idea I could come up with.

"You'll talk eventually" He stood up straight, looking down at me. My hair was sticking to my face, frizzy and matted with struggling. I tried to blow it away since some of it was getting in my mouth but it was no use.

"What's taking so long?"

The metal door opened. A brown haired man stood, curls covering his head.

His hair matching the colour of his eyes which looked like something out of a painting.

My hard knitted brown relaxed when I seen him, to say I was attracted to this new person was an understatement.

The hazel eyed man must have seen the change in my dominor because he let out small chuckle, gripping a chunk of my hair at the back of my head, making me look up "I think she likes you."

My hand shook in the restrains. I wanted to break free and beat his face to a pulp. "Just tell us where it is and you are free to go" The new man spoke, his arms crossed as he took slow strides towards me. His muscles pulled at the arm of his button up.

I kept my mouth shut tightly. My fists clenched. The new man leaned down, his hand resting on the chair back behind me just like the other did, but his other hand went to my thigh, his fingers dancing up the bare skin.

The other stepped away, watching uncomfortably. "Are you going to open that pretty little mouth of yours, Darling?" He looked up at me with hooded eyes, his fingers still slowly moving up my skin.

I met his eyes, doing my best to show zero emotion, but his hand placement was making it very hard to control my breathing which was becoming heavier by the moment. He leaned in close, his lips inches from mine, I felt my cheeks heat up.