Actor Imagines: Thomas Brodie Sangster Book 2

Prisoner P1

I sat in this room, my eyes still unable to adjust themselves to the lights. My head ached and throbbed with pain, I could feel the stickness of blood against my face.
I remember so little of how I got here, the last thing I remember was getting off the plane in the airport, getting into my prearranged taxi and being dropped off at my hotel, I think I remember checking in to my hotel and I think I remember the room but everything from there is a hazy fuzzy mess.
After a while my eyes cleared, the room was dark with tall walls covered in old tattered blue wallpaper, the floor concrete with a blue rug on one side. Atop that rug was a four poster bed with blue sheets that matched the wallpaper, the other side was a small toilet and a steel bath wedged under where a rusty pipe thrust out from the wall. There was a door that I was facing it looked like steel and no doubt a million locks, there looked as if there was a window in the top but it was closed.
I tried to move but my hands where tried behind my back the rope cutting into my skin rubbing it raw. My feet too where tried each to a back leg of this chair leaving me sat in a rather uncomfortable and exposed position. I tried to yell but my mouth was taped so it simply came out as a muffled noise.  I looked down at myself even if I felt so awful just Moving my head, I had been stripped down to nothing but my underwear blood dripping from my head down my chest.
I tried desperately with every ounce of strength I had to scream to move something but just as I did the little window in the door opened.
I didn't see anyone just a harsh white light, it was open a moment before it was closed again and as soon as my eye adjusted to this darkness again I saw something... A gigantic spider.
I remained still as I watched the spider as it sat on the inside of the door looking at me. I didn't move, I didn't breath. Until it scutered down the door and sat on the floor making me jump and almost scream, it moved closer to be an inch from my chair and I felt the tears in my eyes as I began to desperately scream.
I tried to fight my ties as it crawled up my leg tears streaming down my face as I screamed as loud as I could with the little strength I had.

The door opened and a man stood there,
"Alright, alright, he's had enough" he said and another man came over removing the spider from me and leaving a light turned on letting me see much better and his man smirked at me "good evening" he smirked I didn't respond I just watched him "take the tape off" he ordered and the man came back painfully ripping off the tape from my mouth before leaving again
"What's Going on?" I asked my words slightly slurred
"Welcome, sorry for such a... Rough accomodation" he smirked "Mr Sangster"
"What the fuck is happening!"
"I am dreadly sorry about the room, the boys didn't have time quiet to fix it up for you, and they do enjoy a good joke" he laughs
"What the hell does that matter! what am I doing here?"
"Well... Your a birthday present Mr Sangster" he smirked
"Birthday present?" I asked very confused
"Ummm yes, my youngest, my sweet beautiful daughter, I told her that her daddy would get her any present in the world" he explained "and she said she wanted you"
"Me!"
"Yes, you, and I will never ever say no to my little girl, and I can't disapoint her on her birthday"
"I-I Uhhh I'm not who you think I am" I lied
"Aren't you?" He asks
"No, no you have me confused with someone else" I lied
"Do I? Ohh y/n" he called and as he did a woman stepped out from behind the door frame, I couldn't help but take in every inch of her her thick black boots, her tight leather trousers that hugged every inch of her curvy body, a little lace bralet as a shirt with a long sleeve shirt over it that was made of fishnet material, a leather jacket hung over her shoulder with some buttons on, her hair in a long plait that went down her shoulder to about half way up here boobs, she was undeniably beautiful and sexy but I felt a stage fear of her along with the quiet real fear of what the hell was going to happen to me. She stepped closer standing beside this man "is he the one you wanted my flower?" He asked her and she looked at me and nodded "good, I take it my little flower wants time to play with her new toy?"
"Toy!" I yelled in shock
"Please daddy" she begs her voice little an angel
"Well sorry my little flower it's not your birthday day till Sunday, you can have him then" he told her and she looked upset "umm don't pout my little flower, alright five minutes then you can't play with him again till Sunday" he warns her and she giggled so he left leaving the door half open
"Please, look I don't know what the fuck of going on here but please let me go" I begged her
"Why would I do that?' she asked her tone changing from the cute little baby voice into... A dark lustful voice "your my birthday present after all" she smirked coming closer
"What are you going to do with me?" I asked
"Hehe... play with you" she smirked running her hand down from my shoulder down my chest towards my underwear I tried to fight her off but there was little I could do "keep you my little pet" she growled in my ear "and maybe if your a very good boy maybe I'll give you a treat" she winked before the door opened again she smiled at me giving my cheek a kiss undoubtedly leaving her dark red lipstick on my skin "see you soon Thomas"