Love & death-bill kaulitz

Try again

"Where is Bill?" I asked, my voice hoarse. Tom looked at me and chuckled.

"Out there. On the ground." He said and pointed out the door with his thumb. I gasped and tried heading for the door to find Bill but Tom stopped me. He held me back and pulled me further into the hotel room.

"Don't worry about him, it was just a little knock." Tom said, sounding evil. I knew he hurt Bill enough to knock him out. And now I had nobody to protect me. Only myself.

"Let go of me please Tom." I begged and tried to get his hands off me but failed. I was so tired and weak that I almost couldn't see straight.

"Don't worry sweetheart. If you don't move then it won't hurt as bad." Tom said and then pushed me onto the bed. It took a few seconds for me to realise his intentions. I crawled as far back on the bed as I could. As far away from Tom as possible.

"No Tom, please." I begged as he crawled closer with a smirk on his face.

"Please." I whimpered. He got closer and closer until he was close enough to my face that I could feel his breath.

"Yes, keep begging." He said into my ear, his warm breath snaking against my skin.
I shut my mouth. I knew what he wanted and I didn't want him to have it. I couldn't let him.

"I think it's about time I did what Gustav said I should. Try again." Tom said and then ripped the towel off my naked body.

"NO!" I screamed and reached for the towel but he threw it away. I tried crawling away from the bed to get the towel but Tom held me down against the matress.

"I told you not to move." Tom said and placed himself between my legs so I had no way of escaping. He held my arms down beside my head and I wiggled to try and get out of his grip but couldn't.

"LAY STILL!" He shouted when I didn't stop moving. For a short while I actually did what he said. Not on purpose. My body just somehow reacted to his voice and did what he told me to like a robot. And while I laid still, scared and in shock, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it.
No matter how much I didn't want it to be true, he was attractive. Of course he was. But even then, I only wanted Bill. And I certanly didn't want to have sex with Tom.

"Please, Tom." I begged again as a tear fell down my cheek. The whole day I had held it inside, not wanting to seem weak. But now, everything is fucked and I can't keep it in any longer.
I started wiggling again to get out of his grip which made him even more angry. He put a hand on my chest and held me down hard against the bed. He used his other hand to unzip his pants. My hands and arms were free but somehow I still couldn't get up. Couldn't get away.

"This is the last warning. Stay still or I will knock you out as well." Tom said angrily with fire in his eyes. The anger was deeper than Bill's ever was. He was so different. Tom was deeply deeply hurt and there was no way for me to help him. But I didn't want him to knock me out. I needed to stay contious to get away when he became vaulnerable again. He had to get tired of fighting against me at some point.
He pulled off his pants and underwear and I rememberd the pain from when we had sex in the hospital. I knew this would hurt so much more than that.
And without any warning, no condom or foreplay, he put his whole dick inside me making me scream. It felt good when I was ready for it, but now it just feels like pain. There is no pleasure whatsoever.
He grunted against my ear. I hated that noise. I hated it when Bill raped me and I hate it now. I despise it.

"How are you always so tight?" He asked with his eyes closed, my legs tightly around his torso. I wish I was strong enough to break him just with my legs.

I always wanted to be a superhero. Like wonder woman. I wanted to be strong and yet feminine. A real woman. So beautiful and so strong and she saves people. I always wanted to be just like that. Since I was a little kid. And there in the bed with Tom, I wished to be wonder woman more than ever. To just throw him off me and slit his throat. Never see him again. And I would only have Bill. He could protect me and love me and I wouldn't have to worry about Tom.
But I'm not a superhero and I will never be one. I just needed to get through it. Make it as good for Tom as possible so he could be done with it before I faint.
I clenched together to make myself even tighter and he moaned. I knew it worked so I kept doing it.

The tears fell down my face as he kept going harder and harder until I lost grip of reality. The pain was too much. I made myself stay quiet to make it less pleasing for him. Eventually I just laid still. Waited. Tried to escape from my body and from the pain. Like my soul leavinv my body for a while. I tried thinking of Bill. Bill and me with a small child together. At summer in the morning in our own house away from the city. With a big green garden and no responsibility.
Our child running around in the big garden and picking pretty flowers. Me and Bill just happily watching. Proud of ourselves for becomming happy. Completely happy.

The door banged open and snapped me back to reality. A blurry tall figure stepped into the room in front of the bed. The person shouted and Tom stopped. The person shouted even louder and Tom collapsed on top of me, making me almost unable to breathe. The tall figure got closer and tried to pull Tom away from me. While he lifted him away I could see Tom smiling. A big annoying smile. He was satisfied with himself.
And suddenly I realized who the figure was. It was Bill with a stream of blood running down the left side of his face.
Everytging got less blurry and I could hear what they said. But I was paralyzed. Couldn't move at all.

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