100 story challenge (Tom Hiddleston imagines) *edited*

Attack (Laing)

⚠A/N: Warning there is going to be sexual assault in this chapter, as you can tell from the title, so if you have triggers to this kind of thing I would move onto the next chapter. This is the prequel to memory. It wasn't my intention to be, but I thought that it would do well seeing as I mentioned that you were attacked by someone in the chapter. ⚠

It has only been a few months since I had moved into the first of the five high rises to be built, an investment in the future should steer me away from the hurt that my ex-boyfriend Robert caused me after he just got up and left. I understood that he was going through stuff, but we did that together. We were serious, and every day I try to forget that.

Even though the place had been open a few months, the partying never ceased. I would've thought that the welcome parties would've stopped around 2 months in seeing as that was when the last person moved in. But no, the power went out every other night because the poshies continued to have their luscious gatherings then blame it on the lower floors. I guess that I am almost one of those poshies, but I live on the 25th floor; out of the 40 there are I am part of the two groups.

There was a party rattling on all throughout the night, spreading across the floors and I could hardly sleep. At this point it wasn't really a party, just a booze up with considerable amounts of shouting.

I sat up on my bed and ran my hands through my hair taking a deep breath. What the hell is going on?

I got out of bed and headed to the door. When I opened it, someone immediately pulled me close to them, clearly drunk, and started feeling me up.

"Hellllloo gorgeous," he pulled me closer and started kissing and licking my face, "what is an innocent girl like you doing in this hallway, at this time of night?" The man rubbed himself up against me more as I tried to pull away. I didn't want to look at him, but he grabbed me by the throat turning my head towards him.

"Pretty little thing aren't you. I wonder what I would do with all your sexiness. Why don't we find out?" He lips attacked mine as I refused to move. He stuck his tongue down my throat as he squeezed my arse and rubbed his rock-hard cock against my high.

"Mmm do you like that sweet heart," he moved his hand around to the front of my pyjamas and dug his hand down and started fingering me viciously, "you little whore."

Tears started falling down my face as I wished I didn't find pleasure in his fingers, "shh shh shh don't cry sweetheart, I'll be finished with you soon enough. Then you can rest, it's not like you'll be able to go anywhere once... I'm... done..." he growled in my eye and continued his attack on my core. He pushed me up against the wall so I couldn't go anywhere and slapped me multiple times across my face. One strike splitting my lip open and another which was going to cause a bruise across my cheek up to my eye.

"Oh dear, your cheek is almost as swollen as my cock. Why don't we see what it's like inside shall we."

He pushed me down to the floor, ripping his fingers out of me causing me to yelp in pain. HE had cut me open with his nail. I squeezed my eyes; I didn't want to watch. But before he got down to me, I heard a loud crack. Oh my God he's broken my bones. Before I had time to react to the sound a cry of pain escaped the man's lungs and he fell to the floor. I opened my eyes to see that the man, his nose dripping blood, was being rolled over and another man began punching my attacker in the face as blood spilled out of him. I didn't want to stick around in case the other man wanted to have a go with me, so I ran back to my home and slammed the door. I'm pretty sure the attacker was dead because I never saw him after that.

I wasn't able to see who had saved me, they didn't come to ask if I was alright. Although I did recognise the man's face a little, I was blinded by my tears and fear to get a glimpse of his face. I just wanted to leave as fast as I could before something else happened. It took me a couple weeks to have the guts to step out of my flat, but it was only for groceries.

From that point on I hadn't been out of my apartment for anything else. I had told my boss, who was also a close friend, what had happened as soon as it did, and they gave me as much time off as I needed from my job and the opportunity to talk to her whenever I wanted. I refused; I didn't want to admit it.

It took a while, but I was able to recover physically from what happened. The bruises and the cuts healed, and I was left with scars that reminded me of the fact that to men I was a whore, so I believed it.

Every time I tried to leave my apartment, I saw the man, the one who saved me. Not for long and not his entire face, however it was something about him that I just knew... I wish I could say thank you, before he disappears again...

A/N: If you read this chapter, thank you. I'm sorry if you did find this disturbing I'm sorry but I did warn you. I hope that you thought it was a well enough written chapter. Please leave your thoughts. ❤