You slowly walked into the shelby's house. You had no idea how you did it with all his men around but you managed. "I swear there was a girl there! She looked about 16! Jesus!" came an Irish accent. You gasped before running and slamming open the closest door to you, you shut the door before locking it. You breathed deeply trying to calm down "any reason you're here, love?" you froze before slowly turning around, you stared at the man with wide eyes. He had a cigarette in between his fingers and his icy blue eyes stared at you "I was trying to find... Someone" you said nervously. "someone? Then why do you have a knife in your boot?" your mouth fell agape and you stuttered anxiously "there we go..." he said smirking slightly. You slowly moved your hand tawards the door lock before turning it "I wouldn't try anything" he said not looking up from his paper. You swung the door open before running out of the room, many gunshots fired and you could just imagine the wood flying off the door. You came to a wardrobe before opening it and spreading the clothes out, you got inside of it before covering yourself up again. "find that girl and bring her to me! Alive or dead, I don't care!" came his angry voice. Many footsteps walked by and you covered your mouth now regretting your decision to ever enter the shelby's House. "put this house on lock down John!"
As more and more minutes passed the tension seemed to get worse. You breathed deeply trying to find a way to get out of this situation. You let out a loud scream as your eyes met with a bloodied face you slammed the wardrobe doors open before taking your knife out and guarding yourself with it. As you looked around with wide eyes around 20 men ran down the hall, they noticed you before pulling their guns out and pointing them at you. You kept your ground, terrified "drop the fookin knife" one man said, you shook your head and he screamed at you to drop it. Soon enough the devil himself came from the hallway, he stopped in front of his men before looking at you "drop the knife" you shook your head "drop. The. Knife" he said loading the gun. Your hands shook and you shook your head again. He clicked his fingers and four of the men ran at you, pushing you against the wall. They held your hands above your head and you struggled as Thomas got closer to you. "I'll give you one last chance. Drop the knife" he smiled looking really evil. "no" you whimpered "I said drop the fookin knife girl!" he said raising his voice. "and I said no!" he looked angry before he pressed the gun against your neck "pardon?" you shook your head before staring into his eyes and you did possibly the worst thing ever, you spat in his face and he looked disgusted "take her to my office... Tie her down to the bench" the men nodded immediately pulling you to his office. You were pushed onto the bench and you were confused at first until they tied rope around your waist and tied it to a hook behind your back. "you've landed yourself in some dark shit" one said but you ignored him. Surprisingly you were still holding the knife, as Thomas walked back in he had another cigarette in his mouth he slowly stubbed it on his desk never losing eye contact with me "Thomas shelby" you spat. "that's me" he chuckled slowly sitting down in front of you on his chair "tell me why have you not dropped the knife?" he asked staring angrily. "what do you mean Thomas?" he gripped your chin "you know exactly what I'm talking about" you shook your head, giving him an innocent look. Suddenly his fist connected with your cheek and you cried out, dropping the knife. "there we go... Now let's get to the fun part.... As more and more minutes passed the tension seemed to get worse. You breathed deeply trying to find a way to get out of this situation. You let out a loud scream as your eyes met with a bloodied face you slammed the wardrobe doors open before taking your knife out and guarding yourself with it. As you looked around with wide eyes around 20 men ran down the hall, they noticed you before pulling their guns out and pointing them at you. You kept your ground, terrified "drop the fookin knife" one man said, you shook your head and he screamed at you to drop it. Soon enough the devil himself came from the hallway, he stopped in front of his men before looking at you "drop the knife" you shook your head "drop. The. Knife" he said loading the gun. Your hands shook and you shook your head again. He clicked his fingers and four of the men ran at you, pushing you against the wall. They held your hands above your head and you struggled as Thomas got closer to you. "I'll give you one last chance. Drop the knife" he smiled looking really evil. "no" you whimpered "I said drop the fookin knife girl!" he said raising his voice. "and I said no!" he looked angry before he pressed the gun against your neck "pardon?" you shook your head before staring into his eyes and you did possibly the worst thing ever, you spat in his face and he looked disgusted "take her to my office... Tie her down to the bench" the men nodded immediately pulling you to his office. You were pushed onto the bench and you were confused at first until they tied rope around your waist and tied it to a hook behind your back. "you've landed yourself in some dark shit" one said but you ignored him. Surprisingly you were still holding the knife, as Thomas walked back in he had another cigarette in his mouth he slowly stubbed it on his desk never losing eye contact with me "Thomas shelby" you spat. "that's me" he chuckled slowly sitting down in front of you on his chair "tell me why have you not dropped the knife?" he asked staring angrily. "what do you mean Thomas?" he gripped your chin "you know exactly what I'm talking about" you shook your head, giving him an innocent look. Suddenly his fist connected with your cheek and you cried out, dropping the knife. "there we go... Now let's get to the fun part.... As more and more minutes passed the tension seemed to get worse. You breathed deeply trying to find a way to get out of this situation. You let out a loud scream as your eyes met with a bloodied face you slammed the wardrobe doors open before taking your knife out and guarding yourself with it. As you looked around with wide eyes around 20 men ran down the hall, they noticed you before pulling their guns out and pointing them at you. You kept your ground, terrified "drop the fookin knife" one man said, you shook your head and he screamed at you to drop it. Soon enough the devil himself came from the hallway, he stopped in front of his men before looking at you "drop the knife" you shook your head "drop. The. Knife" he said loading the gun. Your hands shook and you shook your head again. He clicked his fingers and four of the men ran at you, pushing you against the wall. They held your hands above your head and you struggled as Thomas got closer to you. "I'll give you one last chance. Drop the knife" he smiled looking really evil. "no" you whimpered "I said drop the fookin knife girl!" he said raising his voice. "and I said no!" he looked angry before he pressed the gun against your neck "pardon?" you shook your head before staring into his eyes and you did possibly the worst thing ever, you spat in his face and he looked disgusted "take her to my office... Tie her down to the bench" the men nodded immediately pulling you to his office. You were pushed onto the bench and you were confused at first until they tied rope around your waist and tied it to a hook behind your back. "you've landed yourself in some dark shit" one said but you ignored him. Surprisingly you were still holding the knife, as Thomas walked back in he had another cigarette in his mouth he slowly stubbed it on his desk never losing eye contact with me "Thomas shelby" you spat. "that's me" he chuckled slowly sitting down in front of you on his chair "tell me why have you not dropped the knife?" he asked staring angrily. "what do you mean Thomas?" he gripped your chin "you know exactly what I'm talking about" you shook your head, giving him an innocent look. Suddenly his fist connected with your cheek and you cried out, dropping the knife. "there we go... Now let's get to the fun part.... I'm going to break you. A'right sweetheart" he said before pulling his gun out and placing it against your arm "tell me why you were sneaking around my house, I may then be more nicer with your pain" you looked away from him "I needed to get things" you whispered. "things for what?" he asked slowly moving his gun down to your leg "for the n-news paper s-Sir" you stuttered not wanting him to find the money you had stolen from one of his men's pocket. "you're not telling me something" he said moving the gun to underneath your chin "tell me you stupid whore!" you flinched at his words before sighing "fine i-I stole money from one of your-" you got cut off when he slammed you agisnst the wall, you tried to stay away from the hook as it looked very dangerous and deathly. "tell me how much you stole!" he yelled in your face. "a grand" you whispered. "a grand?! A fookin grand! That's hilarious! You could've atleast stolen a million!" you cringed as he let you go. "what's your name?" he asked staring at you. "Anna" you lied "Anna? Well what if I told you I know someone in your family. Mr y/l/n... Is that right? If you don't tell me the right name then I will guarantee that your father will have no eyes or life" your eyes widened and Thomas gripped your t-shirt raising an eyebrow "fine, fine... Y/n sir" he chuckled "so easy" he taunted causing you to cringe under his gaze. "now I must work and you must stay here... Your father shall pay a lot for you" your eyes widened and you began struggling. He chuckled smirking at your distaste "do you think they really want you? Think about it y/n. Think love... Think" he said before walking out of the room to leave you with your thoughts. As you thought your eyes took a look at the knife laid on Thomas's desk. You began pulling at the rope until you turned around in the rope noticing the rope was barely attached to the hook. You pulled the rope off before grabbing your knife and opening the window "and what do you think you're doing?" you ignored Thomas, opening his window you jumped out, landing on the ground with a thud. As you began running you heard a gunshot before a pulsing feeling went through your back. You let out a scream but didn't stop running. Many more gunshots fired until the sound was taken over by yelling, you made the deadly mistake of turning around. Fifteen of his men were on horses and he was the front one on the horse. You screamed before running again "get out of the fucking way!" you yelled at the people, they got out of the way as they saw Thomas was chasing you. You ran and ran until someone cut you off, you were pressed up against the wall and you stared in horror as Thomas got closer and closer to you. He pulled his hat off, smirking slightly "you see this? This is a razor attached to my hat... I could just slice you open or would you rather come back with me" your shaking got worse and you pointed to him then to the others. "good choice" he held your hand before getting onto his horse and forcing you behind him. "you better behave because I'm losing my patience... You hear me?" you nodded "good..." was this going to be your new life?
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peaky blinders imagines (and Some Other Cillian Murphy Related Ones)
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