Tom Holland ➳ Imagines

Kidnapped ✧ Tom

◇ Type: AU / Heartbreak
◇ Published: September 12, 2017
◇ POV: Third Person (they, them)
◇ Warning: Crime Scenes
◇ Word Count: 1022
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All she could remember was getting a blow to the back of her head and then blacking out.

She was now awake, not being able to see anything. She knew there was a bag over her head, the one light in a room makings it's way from the bottom gave her a clue. There was also an excruciating pain in the back of her head that forced her to close her eyes to hopefully gain some relief.

She felt dizzy and scared. She started crying, letting her mascara run down to her neck. Slow moments passed and now she only let out fearful whimpers. She waited until someone walked into the room to get the black colored bag off of her head.

But then again, she didn't want anyone to walk into the room. She didn't want to face her fate, but she was so helpless.

Her back was pressed against a concrete wall, the bottom half of her body on the concrete floor. Her hands and ankles were also tightly tied, her arms behind her back with rough rope, and she was starting to feel the skin rip off of her wrists when she tried to wiggle out of the coarse constraints.

Her legs were curled to her chest in a slightly uncomfortable position, trying to bring some warmth that the chilling temperature of the room has taken away from her. She let out a couple more sobs, reminding herself of her eminent end.

Then she heard the sound of a lock undoing itself. Her body tensed at the sound, which was soon followed by slow and heavy footsteps.

Each step that was taken got louder as the figure approached her. With the one light, the figure's shadow casts over her vulnerable body. She shut her eyes tight, expecting the worst.

A breath came out through her mouth as she felt the bag being ripped off her head, her hair following through over her face. She was looking at the ground, and the bright LED light made her squint.

Biting her lip, she tilted her head up to look at who stood in front of her. It was man and he looked tall. He wore a plain mask that covered his face and all black clothing. There was also a watch on his left wrist that looked very familiar to her.

The man looked down at the helpless girl, her eyes starting to water and burn again. Biting her lip harder, she almost drew blood. She then looked around the room she was held captive in. There was a metal desk and a foldable chair off to the side. Hanging from the middle was a single lightbulb with a chain that acted as the switch.

Across from her was the metal door. She felt her fists tighten, making her wrists tighten, which also added more burns on her skin.

The man then tilted his head to the side in an ominous way, almost to intimidate her.

"(Y/n)?" The man said her name. She gasped and let her jaw drop a little. Looking up with tears falling, she didn't know what to say.

The man then slowly took his hand and lifted the plastic mask off of his face. (Y/n) couldn't believe her eyes to who she saw standing in front of her.

"Thomas?" Her voice whispered, her heart starting to sink. Tom looked down at his ex and you could almost see the regret he was starting to possess in his eyes.

Tom then crouched down in front of (y/n). Her legs got closer to her chest in an attempt for protection. Tom brought out his hand with the watch on his wrist and (y/n) only stared at the gift she gave him a long, long time ago.

He looked much older from the last time they both saw each other. Tom's curly hair was now long and wavy. It was held back by gel, but the color of his locks stayed the same. Tom also grew facial hair, a thing (y/n) didn't think he could do at the time they were together.

As he got closer, (y/n) tried to inch away, but then again, she was against a wall. Tom's calloused fingers finally touched her tear and mascara stained cheek and his thumb ran itself under her eye.

(Y/n) couldn't believe the sight she saw; her kidnapper, acting as if he was the hero, comforting her. What ever happened to him was a question that swam in (y/n)'s head.

"Should we get rid of her, boss?" Another voice came through what sounded like a speaker. Tom quickly took back his hand and (y/n) looked at him with a fear she's never shown him before. Her heart was pounding that if both people in the room were completely silent, they would faintly hear it. Tom stood up abruptly, as if he forgot about his feelings.

"Keep her for now." Tom's face hardened as he took the bag from before, shoving it back over (y/n)'s head.

"No no no no wait, wait!!" (Y/n) begged with choked tears as she felt the bag being pulled down her face. (Y/n) then threw her head back into the wall, crying in immense fear, adding onto the pain of the back of her head.

The footsteps started up again and the volume of them got softer with each step away from Tom's captive.

Then the door slammed closed again and (y/n) jumped. She quickly went back to her whimpering. From there she waited again.

She waited for sleep.
She waited for more crying.
She waited for pain.

She waited for Tom to come back.

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◇ Author's Note ◇
I wanted to try something different so here you go *shoves imagine in your face*. I hope you guys like it though because I'm trying to write how I used to a year ago and I'm just trying to improve my skills with these types of one shots.