a bunch of Teen wolf imagines and preferences...

48- Tortured- Stiles imagine

Request: just-laugh-and-relax said:

Heeeeey, how are you? I hope that you're fine. I wanted to request an imagine where Stiles Stilinski is forced to see you being tortured and I don't know, you can choose the end. I just had this dream but I don't remember how it ended haha. Lots of love xoxo

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A/N: hi, I'm good thanks, but very busy, I hope this is ok xx I guess I should put some sort of warning on this, but I don't think it's too bad <3

Darkness. It was all you had seem for the last few days. You weren't even sure if you had been in there for days, all you knew was that you had been taken. That was it.

You were asleep in your bed when it happened. You must've been in a deep sleep to not hear the window smash. You only woke up when you felt arms wrap around your torso, pulling you out of bed with a force that felt unhuman. You tried to escape, and after a few seconds you succeeded, biting down on the arm causing you to fall to the floor. You crawled away in a state of panic, your fight or flight response kicking in, sending adrenaline coursing through your veins. The thing that had grabbed you wasn't about to give up. It swiftly grabbed your bedside lamp, hitting you over the head. You fell flat onto your stomach, the room illuminated by the moonlight, became blurry. You felt too weak to struggle as it lifted you up again and took you, escaping out of the window and into the night.

You rattled the chains tied around your wrists, a surge of pain causing you to stop. You could feel the blood running down your sleeve from the metal rubbing against your skin over and over. You felt tired, but too scared to sleep. You wondered if there would come a time where you would sleep, after all, with no windows and no way to tell how long it had been , you didn't know if sleep deprivation would kick in.

The floor beneath you was stone, uneven, like a road the romans built. Your history knowledge made you laugh, of course at a time like this you would be thinking of how the romans travelled through their empire. Stiles always laughed at your quirky comments.

You met him in history, your favourite subject. He was one of the popular people, who, even though he was treated as a stupid person at times, was actually very good at history. You randomly bonded over the Greeks and then the next thing you knew you were dating. Your relationship was strong and you kept no secrets from one another. The other people i.e. your friends were always jealous of your relationship, it seemed like nothing could tear you two apart.

You were brought back to reality by the sound of clinking chains. Every now and again you would hear them, thinking whether or not you were alone down here. You couldn't see the other side of the room, you couldn't even see your own hands. There could be someone else in there with you. But you were too afraid to call out, too afraid that whatever took you would come to you and hurt you. So you sat and you waited.

They say that the worse thing about going to prison is not the people you're with. It's not the condition of the prison. It's being left alone by yourself, with yourself. When you're sat in an empty cell with no other distractions, you start to think. You question who you are, the choices you've made. They say that's what drives people insane.

You were lucky though, you thought about stiles and knew that he would try to help you in any way he could.

That hope stayed with you for a while. Until it was the only thing running through your mind. But as time went on, and nothing happened, you started to ask yourself what the chances of them finding you were. Then you started to question if they were even looking.

This continued until you had no hope left. Then there was nothing. You'd run out of ways to entertain yourself. You'd run out of small games you would play in your head. So you sat, drowning in the silence and the darkness.