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Slowly I open my eyes and look around. I am still in this dark room, where there is no window but only a door. I don't know how long I've been here, but one thing I do know is that I finally want to go home to Tom. I tug on the rope again, but it doesn't come loose a bit. I hiss slightly, because the rubbing on the ropes rubs my skin.

I hear footsteps coming closer and pretend to be asleep. Door opens and I notice how I am looked at. A hand goes along my arm and towards my neck. Suddenly the person squeezes and I tear my eyes. "I know you're awake, so don't pretend," I couldn't see much because it's pretty dark in this room, but this voice sounded familiar. He squeezes hard again and takes his hand away from my neck.

I start coughing and gasp for air. "What do you want!", I say in a rough voice. With each word, my throat hurts more. "Revenge," he paces the room, his eyes lingering on me. "I don't know you! Why me? What did I do!!!", I scream. I can feel the tears coming. No you pull yourself together now! "You are his weak point. He has to suffer! He broke everything," he starts laughing and walks out the door.

Briefly I could take a breath, but when I thought he left, he comes back. Briefly I see the light and squint my eyes. Still I see that he has something in your hand. "What do you have there?", as I breathe in a little harder, the smell of gasoline hits my nose. "We're going to play a little," he says to me spitefully.

"What do you mean?", I ask in a shaky voice. I actually wanted to sound strong and not scared, but it didn't come out of my mouth like that. "If you don't tell me what Tom's next plans are, then you're going to get more and more gasoline poured on you," shocked, I look ahead. "I have no idea about Tom his business. He keeps me completely out of it," I explain to him, but he pulls my hair and I can see the outline of his face.

"Who are you!", I yell at him you he starts laughing at me. He pours gasoline over my lap and fastens my feet with another rope. "Tom's plans! NOW!", now I did start crying because it's all too much for me. "Stop crying! You're going to die either way!" he yells but all I hear is a bang and the door is open.

He's here! "Get your hands off my girlfriend. Jacob!", I tear my eyes. I knew it. I knew he was weirding me out. The way he watches me. Looking at my every move. He holds a blade to my neck, causing me to panic more. "Tom!", I say crying. When I look at him more closely I see that he has blood on his shirt and on his hand.

Tom Holland
~one hour earlier~

In a bad mood, I am in the office looking ahead. My leg is bobbing the whole time and I am holding my whisky in my hand. She's still not next to me and slowly I'm bursting with anger. I called Harry yesterday and he came immediately and is working with my people, but he hasn't found anything yet either. I was torn from my thoughts by a mail.

When I open it, I see a video with my princess on it. "The plans of Tom! NOW!", now I started crying after all, because it all becomes too much for me. "Stop crying! You're going to die either way!", pissed off I throw my glass against the wall and it shatters into a thousand pieces.

I walk out of my office and down one floor. I throw open the big door and all eyes are on me. "If you don't find out where my girlfriend is in a few minutes, you're all doomed! What am I paying you for?", I yell at them. Most of them understand but one catches my eye, just standing there. I step up to him and take his neck in my hand and push him down.

"I'm not paying you to do nothing! If you don't get off your ass and do your job, you won't see the light of day and your family can order your tombstone!", he nods immediately. "Of course sir," I throw him on the floor and kick him in the stomach. He groans out in pain. "Tom!", my brother calls me and quickly I go to him. And put my hand next to his computer. "I found it," I hug him tightly and go to my closet with all my weapons. I take one and stand.

"Guys! We're getting my girlfriend out of there now! Every dead one of those assholes is like winning the lottery! None of them will survive this Christmas," I walk to my car, still having to take back my anger. "Tom!", I hear Ilayda's voice and see how she is dressed.
"No! Absolutely not!", she is wearing her black jeans, with a black top and combined with a black leather jacket. This is the outfit she always wears when she goes on a mission.

"Let me help you! I'm worried about y/n too," I look at my watch and see that there is no time to lose. "Alright! But no rash actions!", quickly she nods and takes her gun. "Now go ahead and sit down!", Harrison yells, already waiting in the car.

She gets in and I press the gas pedal to the metal. In the rearview mirror I can already see the black vans with my people. When we arrive after thirty minutes, we move the cars a bit out of the way and hide. "We'll take it slow. First of all, I don't want to ha-" but when I hear someone screaming and it was my princess's voice, all the fuses burn out on me. "Screw not paying attention, we're going in there now!"

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