100 story challenge (Tom Hiddleston imagines) *edited*

Chance (Jonathan)

⚠A/N: Major warning!!! There is abuse and rape in this chapter. So if this triggers you, proceed with caution.⚠

Jonathan's POV

I could've saved her. To be honest I should never have allowed her to take this mission with me. She would be safe and happy if I didn't take that chance.

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"So y/n... coming with us tonight? Mr Hamid has grown rather fond of you." Richard asked us as we walked through the hotel lobby I once managed. I wanted to rip his teeth out, y/n and were dating before we took the mission. We met Angela Birr and for the mission, she made us a married couple to fool Roper and his posse.

"Thank you for your kind invitation, but I am staying here tonight. But Andrew will definitely be with you. Won't you darling." She turned to me and rolled her eyes. Roper didn't see so looked confused as I tried to hide my laugh.

"Yes, of course." I held y/n's hand as we walked out of the hotel. The cars pulled up and Roper and I got in. Y/n closed the door and I kissed her through the window. "We'll be back quite late so don't wait up for me."

Your POV

I watched the cars pull away and as soon as they were out of sight, I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and saw Frisky standing puffed out and intimidating. He looked at me fiercely and I felt nothing but fear.

He walked quickly up to me and grabbed my wrist, "come with me," he snarled and dragged me back into the lobby. He walked over to the frightened female night manager and spoke calmly to her, "if you inform Mr Birch about what you have seen, you will see the same end as his wife here. Understand?"

The woman nodded and I looked at her pleading however, Frisky still dragged me off to my room. He viciously threw me around, trying to get the key to my room. Once he found it, he opened up the door and the first thing I saw after throwing me down was his companion, Tabby, sitting on the bed next to whips, chains, and other torture mechanisms.

Frisky grabbed my hair, pulling me up by it and Tabby strode over, leaned down, and whispered in my ear.

"We've been told by the boss... that there was a mole," he started rubbing my cheek with his calloused hands. He trailed a finger down my neck and shoulders down to my breast. He squeezed it aggressively and I heard Frisky laugh. He continued, "telling the British Embassy some secrets. We just want to make sure we eliminate any threat. You know where snitches end up... where you'll end up if we find out something bad?"

I nodded my head as best I could with Frisky's hand still digging into my head. "Good girl." Tabby stroked my check again, wiping away the tears that were few of many to come. He stood back up and nodded. The next thing I knew I was being pulled over to the bed. I tussled and flung myself around screaming for someone, but no know came. The men had already formed bruises on my arms from their death grips though I managed to ween away from them, and I darted to the door.

*Bang*

I fell to the floor with a searing pain in my right ankle, I held my foot in pain and the red liquid from the bullet wound seeped through my fingers on to the floor. I almost passed out from pain, but the cats kept me awake. They pulled me over to the bed again, stripping me completely and tied me onto the bed post. They continued to beat me with the whip and at one point I felt the cold hard melt hit my back. I screamed out, but they weren't finished yet.

"So do you know anything my pretty... little... girl?" Tabby asked as he fondled me more and more.

"No you PIG LET ME GO!" I screamed, earning me another slap.

"Still denying it eh?" Frisky said cleaning off the whip. "Shame I was prepared to leave you for your precious Andrew. But I have had a few fantasies I would love to try."

Tabby uncuffed me from the bed post but put it back on tighter and pushed me to the bed. I was half dead, I wanted to cling on because Jonathan was the only thing keeping me alive. I was doing this for him.

I got no rest; I wasn't expecting it either. The sheets had been covered with my blood, from the cuts on my wrists, back and the tears from their viciousness, the hair that had been ripped from my head and the bodyguards' poison that they thrusted into me.

Once they were finished, they laid me on my side and tucked me in like a child so that I appeared asleep when Jonathan walked in. They got nothing but blood out of me, so they assumed I didn't do anything. I kept my mouth closed for the man I love. I know if this happened to me, he would certainly be killed for this.

I should've been dead...

Jonathan's POV

I had killed Freddie Hamid for Sophie; I had killed him to make my job easier. I was tired and had to sleep. I walked out of the lounge and back into the lobby where I saw Roper's men, Frisky and Tabby wiping... Blood? From their hands... y/n..? The men noticed me, smiled, winked, and walked off. I got a deep sense of foreboding and ran as fast as I could to our room.

I burst open the door and saw a body lying in the bed. I sighed a little thinking she was asleep. I walked over to her and began to shake her gently. She didn't move, she wasn't that much of a deep sleeper. I shook her again, more violently this time, but still nothing. I checked her heartbeat, she was alive. But unconscious. That's when I noticed the blood and clumps of hair on the sheets.

I threw off the sheets exposing her bloodied and almost dead figure. Tears already falling... what have I done?! I grabbed my bathrobe from the bathroom, clothing her gently and rang the front desk to phone for an ambulance. I checked her over. She was whipped, there were fresh cuts on her back that bled, her wrists had mild cuts from what I assumed came from handcuffs. I saw the bullet wound on her ankle and couldn't contain my tears.

The medics came while she barely gripped onto life. I kept telling her it was going to be okay and rode with her to the hospital. She was okay... she was going to be okay...

She should've been dead, but she woke up weak and hardly able to move from pain a few days later.

"I'm so sorry y/n. I should've been here. I'm sorry."

A/N: That was intense. I didn't want y/n to die. I was going to make it were she was dead when he found her, but I thought: he couldn't save Sophie, so what if he had a second chance and did save another woman. Like he did with Jed. I do hope you thought this chapter was good and not too bad. Share your thoughts. ❤