Insufferable (Tom Kaulitz)

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I was left alone in the cell for four days. Once a day someone would leave a full tray of food for me to get by. Majority of the time it was Bill, even though he'd mock me and tell me how useless I was despite carrying toms child I looked forward to the human interaction.

I haven't seen Tom since. A part of me was relieved not to see him but the other half of me would wince with jealously. Why wouldn't he come see me?

On day five I figured enough was enough. To most five days wouldn't be close to enough time to start going crazy but when your hormones start taking over after the first day I was starting to lose it.

I ignored the fact I was pregnant the whole time. I'd pretend my cell was a hotel room in the middle of some desert and just needed updating. I would try and meditate a lot too, anything to distract me from my reality.

But today I wasn't tolerating it anymore. When Bill dropped off the tray of food and slid it under the cell door I raced over to it and whipped the entire tray against the wall.

Bill stood and watched unamused, "nice one genius now I guess you're not eating today" he sighed to himself.

"I haven't been eating genius the food you give tastes like shit" I scoffed

Bill raised an eyebrow and walked back down the hall. I heard the big door open and slam shut.

"Fuck" I lowkey regretted throwing the food but I had to get out of this cell. Maybe starving myself would kill two birds with one stone.

I paced a bit and not even a moment later I heard the door open and slam again. Heavy footsteps storming closed to me. And there he was.

Standing an inch from the barred barrier. His large frame towering over my cell like I was a dog in a kennel.

"Are you not eating" he sneered.

"I'm not hungry" I groaned.

"I don't care what you are, you will eat when I provide you food"

"I'm not a fucking dog you can demand to eat and keep locked in a cell"

I watched his face twist in anger at my defiance. It made me smile a bit to see I could still tug at his emotions, made me feel like I still had control.

I walked up to the door and rested my hands on the bars looking up at Tom.

"I'm lonely down here" I whined. I made sure to keep eye contact with his and soften my eyes.

He looked away and too the ground. I could see his thoughts racing. I placed my hand out to him.

"You know you can't keep me locked in here forever, why don't we have some fun?" I grinned at him before taking a couple steps back from the door.

I think I should note I've been washing myself with a bucket of soapy water and baby wipes for the past five days. I also had some, somewhat clean clothes that were left from my last stay in this cell.

I was wearing tiny cloth shorts and a big baggy black t shirt that went down almost to my knees. As I backed up I began to pick at my t shirt, slowly bringing it up to my stomach to expose my tiny shorts. Tom watched as I whipped off the baggy t shirt and stood in a black lace bralette.

I walked towards the barred door again and wrapped my hands around the cold iron. "Come on Tom, let me show you how sorry I am" I moaned.

His eyes looked dull and unamused but I could tell I was tempting him. He slowly pulled out a key and unlocked the door. I backed up a bit as he entered the cell and locked it behind him.