The Kidnapping Of Tom Holland (Wattys2019)

Chapter Five

It was hours later when Tom regained consciousness and he found himself in a completely white room, lying on a bed. Both of his wrists were basically handcuffed above his head to the bed post. Tom glanced around the room and took in every little detail.

The room was small in diameter but big enough that he could walk around. There was a dresser on the other side of the room and beside that was a small desk with some papers and pens. Tom craned his head and saw that there was a nightstand beside the bed on his left. To his right was a window but it was barred and it looked like it was one way. And then to his left was a door. Anything sharp in the room had been padded and it made Tom feel like a little kid.

Also...everything was white. The whole entire room was white even down to the carpet and the pens on the desk. Tom couldn't believe this fool would put him in an all white room with a window.

Tom gritted his teeth and began to pull on the handcuffs, making them clang against the metal bedpost. He didn't really care about the noise he was making. He just wanted to get free and go home. Tugging harder on the cuffs, blood began to well up from his wrists as they dug into his skin.

"Fuck! Come on..." Tom began to tug harder until one of the cuffs literally cut through his wrist and he yelped followed by him swearing loudly. Blood began to trail down his arm, almost like a stream.

God I hope it didn't hit anything important, Tom thought as he grimaced in pain.

The sound of a key turning in the door startled Tom and he turned his head towards the door as it opened. Tom looked at Gerald and he in turn stared back at him. He walked over to the bed and stood over him, staring down at him.

Only when Tom grimaced after he jostled him did he see the blood basically flowing down his arm from his wrist. Gerald's eyes widened and he exclaimed,

"Tom what did you do?!"

"I tried to get out of these damn things. This isn't exactly the most comfortable position." Tom said truthfully.

"You could have knicked a vein stupid!" Gerald said.

Tom watched him as he moved around the room looking for some bandages. When he finally found some he rushed back over to Tom, uncuffing him and he instantly got to work on cleaning his wrist. While he was at it, Tom was surprised that he decided to clean the cut on his head that he had gotten from having his head smashed against a wall.

Tom was so confused and scared and angry and sad that he didn't know what to do. Whether he should fight him right now and try to escape or wait for a better opportunity. The best thing to do would be to wait for the right time.

Tom hissed when Gerald dabbed rubbing alcohol on his head wound and flinched away. It stung and the only reason Tom was letting this man clean his wounds was because he didn't want to upset him. Or get hit or beat up for it. Besides he needed to get him to trust him if he was ever going to get out of here.

"You know I wouldn't seem so bad if you just got to know me." Gerald said inquiringly.

Tom scoffed. "You kidnapped me. Of course you're bad."

Gerald paused what he was doing. "You're seriously going to hold that against me?"

Tom looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "What the hell kind of question is that? Kidnapping is a crime and a serious offense! You took me against my will so yes, Gerald fucking Gillum, I'm going to hold that against you!"

Gerald narrowed his eyes at Tom and moved his hand to grip his wrist tightly. And sadly it was the one that got cut with handcuffs. Tom's face twisted in pain and he whimpered as he bit his lip.

"Tom how many times must I tell you to respect me, hm? Do I have to teach you a lesson?" Gerald's voice had gone from normal to down right terrifying.

Tom stared at him with wide blue eyes and a look of fear plastered on his face. Tom swallowed thickly and shook his head, unable to speak and not trusting his voice.

"Are you sure?"

Tom nodded three times and he almost let out a sigh of relief when Gerald released his wrist. Tom cradled his injured wrist to his chest and stared down at his feet, trying to look at anything but Gerald for fear of setting him off again.

"Good. As you can see, this is going to be your new room. Instead of staying in that filthy basement, you'll stay in here. Also you need a shower." Gerald told him. "You smell."

Tom clenched his teeth together to stop himself from saying something disrespectful to the man. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't take a shower while being here at first.

"Before you get any ideas, I will have to monitor you while you're taking your shower." Gerald added.

Tom's face paled. "Oh you've got to be kidding me."
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Alright so here's chapter five and I hope it was good! Sorry it was kind of short but I still hope you liked it! Also I want you guys to answer my questions of the day...please🙄

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