Tord shifted in his dark cell. The chains that binded his arms to the wall above him clanked with every movement.
It felt like he had been in here for days, but logic told him it had only been a couple hours. He wouldn't have the luctury of living for even a few more days.
His heart ached. He really missed Tom.
Tord squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't even get to tell Tom 'I love you', or 'I'm sorry'..... Or 'Goodbye'.
If the chains allowed him to, he would've curled up, clutching his chest. He felt tears spill from his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Tom."
~*~
Tord heard the cell door creak open. He lifted his head, although it was still too dark to see. Maybe it was a rescue party!
"Look at him." A voice snarled. "He was crying."
Not a rescue party then.
"Pathetic excuse for an imagineer. I can't believe they let him do field work." Another voice joined in.
Harsh laughter filled the air.
"He deserves what's coming to him." The first voice hissed.
"And more."
Footsteps. A giggle.
Tord was suddenly socked in the stomach. He coughed, the breath knocked right out of him. Before he could recover, a fist met his face. He felt blood leak from his nose.
"Aw, what a shame. He barely made any noise."
"Yeah. Too bad we weren't permitted to do more."
Laughter again. Receding footsteps, and the door shut.
Tord let out the pained groan he was holding in.
He was relieved that the two imagineers didn't do more. But that revise quickly faded when he realized his ultimate punishment would be much worse.
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Just For Safe Keeping (TomTord)
Fanfiction((This was my first ever fanfiction and a lot of the chapters and events were me trying to figure out my writing style. I do not consider this my best work at all. Viewer discretion is advised)) Tord has been Tom's best friend since Tom was a small...
