The One Who Controls | Tom Kaulitz

This Isn't The End

"Veronica!" His deep voice yelled through my closed door, I jumped and opened the door. He struck my face, sending me to the ground as he stepped in my room. He was so angry all the time, reminding me way to much of Tom.

"Put your outfit on and get ready."

"No, I'm not doing this shit." He scoffs coming closer. He grabs my face roughly, whispering low.

"You don't have a choice, your just a whore who's only good for one thing." He says slapping my ass and leaving me in the room. How did I end up in this fucking situation.

He kept me isolated in this room for at least 2 days, no fucking food either. He said it was punishment for talking back. My bad, do I really want to fuck nasty men for money? Fuck no.

There was a small knock at the door, an older blonde comes in. Shit. This cannot be happening right now. He gave me a smile at sat down at the bed, motioning for me to come closer. I make my way over and he grabs my waist, kissing my neck.

It felt so gross, I didn't want his hands on me. The man grabbed at my body, trying to tear of my clothes. A tear slipped down as he pulled down my zipper slowly. My back was pressed against the bed as he put his weight against me. Fuck this. I push his chest upwards and he stumbles back a bit.

"Hey bitch, what the fuck?" He says coming up to me. I scramble back, zipping my clothes. His hands grip around my throat, tight. I scratch at his face, my breath choking. His eyes glare back at me. I grab for anything on the nightstand to help me, my hands grab a lamp. It hit his head with a thud, his body falling to the floor.

I needed to get out of here, he was really gonna kill me this time if he found me like this. I creak open my door, making my way slowly down the hallway. He stood there on the phone, angry of course. Looked like an argument.

"No that's not fucking true, they are definitely dead. His bitch is my new best customer." Was he talking about Tom? Was he the reason he was dead. That motherfucker.

I snuck behind him, creeping slowly. He slammed his phone down, turning around. I freeze, why wasn't I running right now. He walked up to slowly. "Where's your guest, hm?"

Fuck. "He needs a condom." Oh my god. He laughs, actually believing me right now. I flash a smile, as he grabs my hand leading me back to my room. I had to think, think V! Your so fucking dead right now.

"Hey, what's the rush? I could just entertain you instead." I say to him seductively, wrapping my hands around his neck. I kiss his neck slowly, leaving marks. He grunts, pushing me against the wall, groping at me as he bites my lip, hard. Please let me be right. I put my hand against his pants, feeling his manhood. Nothing like Toms.

I trail my hand around his pants, then the cold metal hits me. I grab it fast, kicking his balls. He falls to the ground in pain.

"Move a fucking step, your brains are going all over this floor!"

"You wouldn't dare." He said to me low as he stood up. I didn't think this far ahead. Could I really just kill him? No, I'm not like that.

He runs up to me, tackling me to the floor, hitting my wrist, trying to break my grip from the gun. I bring my head up, making him bleed. I cock the gun back, shooting him in the stomach. It only slowed him down slightly. He groaned on the floor, bleeding everywhere.

I put the gun in my pocket, walking to the other girls room. They look at me, worry in their eyes. "Now's your chance to go."

"We can't just leave, he will kill us."

"He's currently bleeding out so I think you'll be fine."

"No."

"Fuck this, I'm out of here. You do what you want." It was definitely some Stockholm syndrome shit. Reminded me of Taylor. I was hoping to find her, alive.