°•Multifandom Imagines and Preference•°

Thomas x sibling!reader 'P2'

A/N: Credits to the author. This is part 2

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The men returned later.

It could have been an hour later, or a few minutes later. You weren’t sure. Time was irrelevant to you now more than ever, and yet also the most relevant thing in the world.

They opened the door and the light swamped the room again, making your head pound in protest.

The one with the second voice – the one you’d remembered – pulled out a gun and pointed it at you, and you were alarmed to find you didn’t have the strength to move.

Not one bit.

You were paralysed, not only with excruciating pain but with boundless fear.

“Guess what, bitch?” the man with the first voice said as he stole closer. “Your brother hasn’t come for you.”

The one with the gun crouched down in front of you. You followed him with your eyes. He let his finger hover by the trigger as he brought it up to point straight at your head. “And he’s not going to come for you,” he said. His voice was low and dangerous. “You said all that nasty shit to him and now he’s glad to be rid of you!”

“You- you don’t know that,” you managed to say, your words coming out as a meek whisper.

The men looked at each other through sadistic grins. “Oh, we do,” the second one said, coming to kneel beside the first. “He told us. He came here not ten minutes ago to give us the money we asked and ordered us to keep you. Said the money was for giving him a reason to finally get you out of his hair!

You shook your head and sniffed, feeling the tears run down your cheeks. “Why- why are you t-telling me this?”

The man pushed the gun closer to your head and readied to shoot. “Tommy told us to,” he snarled, “he said he wanted you to know before we killed you!” And, with that, he poised the gun and shot.....

Pain filled you entire being and your eyes snapped open, breathing heavy. A resounding throb pumped in your stomach and you blinked, completely disoriented, barely making out the sight of two men – two different men – stood in front of you.

One of the men’s fists were balled at his side.

He’d punched you.

You glanced down at your stomach, vision blurred, before you were suddenly hauled to your feet. A loud noise of agony left your lips and your whole body tensed as you seemed to lose the ability to breathe for a mere second.

“Your brother’s here to get you.” The man who’d pinned you against his chest spoke lowly, the hotness of his breath on the side of your neck causing your hair to stand on end.

“My brother?” you gasped out. But he’d- Tommy had-

A dream. You could have cried with relief if you weren’t preoccupied with the man restraining you. It had been a fucking dream.

You were dragged from the room, the strong arm around you pressing hard against you and causing you to struggle to breathe once more. All you could do was shut your eyes against the overwhelming light of the hallway you were being lugged into. Your head had never felt worse. Your whole body had never felt worse. You could barely keep sights on the fact that you were being taken to Tommy.

A large room with peeling walls and dirty, rough floors was what you arrived in less than a minute later. It was cold, though not as cold as the previous room, and maybe it wasn’t really cold, and you were just really sick, but that was what you felt.