Watchdogs Imagines

Marcus- Worse Things

It's been 3 days since I was taken by the Texcas, held in a run down hotel by three members of their gang.

They'd wanted to know everything about DedSec. I'd told them nothing.
And so the beating began, but that didnt work they began to torment me, showing photos of what they'd done to Horatio. I tried to keep it together, breathing in and out. Counting to 100 and back down again. Singing my favourite song in my head.

Today felt like it had been a month already. After my second beating of the day, I'd managed to shamefully crawl into the bathroom and sit in the corner, where I could see everything.

My eyes began to drift closed, sleep deprived, hungry and emotionally drained, I needed to rest before they came for me again, so I could at least try to fight back.

Suddenly gunshots rang out, not knowing what was going on I climbed into the bathtub and held my hands over my ears, drowning out the sound of bodies hitting the floor.

I began to shake from fear, I almost could laugh at how weak they had made me in a matter of days.

"Y/N! Y/N it's me Marcus, I'm going to get you out of here okay?". I keep my eyes closed and strong familiar arms pick me up and carry me, fresh night air fills my lungs for the first time in days, I take gulps of it.

Marcus slowly puts me in the passenger seat of a car before driving us to his place, he once again carries me inside the familiar house and places me on his bed, before kneeling down and looking at me, I hear him take a sharp inhale, before he gently tilts my chin up to meet his eyes.

I've missed them brown eyes of his, so much that I tear up and suddenly he's holding me, I end up on the floor, in his lap rocking me to a lull calm.

"What did they do to you" He whispers, his voice breaking a little.

I shrug, waiting for words to come out, there's a minute before I can say "People can do worse things than kill you".

Marcus holds me tighter, before placing me back on the bed and tucks his duvet around me.

"I'm going to get some water, food and a first aid kit for you, I'll be back in a minute" He says sincerely.

I nod and wait, his scent filling my nose with the smell of coffee and musk. A few minutes later Marcus comes back with a huge bottle of water and a cup, he pours a small bit every minute or so, I know he's doing this so I don't sick it all back up, but I'm so thirsty.

He hands me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich too, which I devour quickly. I look up mid bite, expecting him to he horrified with me, but all I see is understanding and pity.

Part of me doesn't care, another part of me hates it.

Finally, Marcus sits on the edge of the bed, tending to my cuts and bruises, stopping everytime I hiss from pain, sympathy drowns his face.

"Will you stay with me?" I mumble whilst lying down, Marcus silently agrees and gets behind me, wrapping his arms around my body.

"Did you get them all" I ask in a weak voice, trembling at the memories from only a few hours ago.

"Yeah, I got them for you" He replies, voice cold yet comforting. I sleep safe, knowing that I'm okay and with the person who can protect me the most.