KEROSENE // Tom Kaulitz

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The second time Renée opened her eyes in her dismal chamber, she seemed more aware of herself. She was sprawled out on the dusted over floor, lying amidst her feathered angel wings she would've worn for the show. Some of the feathers were scattered around her, marking her inevitable defeat to the man she met before... Tom, was that his name? For now she was alone, and she feared his return. She sighed and heaved herself into a sitting position even if her body didn't want to. She scanned the room to see what she would be living in for as long as she was here. All she could see was the feathers scattered on the floor, her white ushanka with earflaps on the side laid discarded on the floor, fluff from her boots fallen underneath her delicate form. As far as she could see, the room was pretty dark, the only source of light being one single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room. Whatever windows there were, had been boarded up by thick metal plates with screws fixing them into the wall. There was almost no furniture except for an old smelling wooden chair with straps on the arms and legs of the chair and a table nearby, both fixed into the floor by screws so she couldn't pick them up. There was a bed, and shackles attached to the wall next to the bed which could possibly restrain her wrists and ankles if she were to be tied to it. She ran a hand through her dishevelled hair and groaned through her stress. She didn't want this. Why did it have to be her?

"Aceline." A familiar stranger's voice mumbled from the direction she hadn't yet looked in. Renée backed herself up and cursed under her breath, feeling even more energised from her rest, and therefore more defensive. "Aw come on, you let me snuggle you before you went to sleep." Tom taunted the poor girl. Renée looked at him through her eyelashes as her breathing began to intensify. She wasn't just going to let him fuck her over. She knew better than that.
"What do you want?" She spat.
"I want to talk to you. Do you like my instalments? The chair, the bed? If you disobey me, I can tie you up. I'm stronger than you, honey; we made that clear didn't we?" Renée knew he was right. She couldn't deny him at all. She couldn't fight back before he kidnapped her, and there was no way in hell she could fight back now when she was much weaker than she had been. "In fact, since I can't trust you just yet..." he said, pacing towards Renée slowly and ominously. This made a flicker of fear present itself in her eyes, and she attempted to back away. However before she had the chance to, he'd grabbed onto her wrists and yanked her onto the wooden chair. He strapped her to it to prevent her running in case she pursued it.

Once she was fully under control, Tom reached a hand out and lifted her chin. His eyes glazing over her defined face.
"You're beautiful in that outfit. I'm glad I caught you when I did." He said honestly. A smirk played at his lips as he admired the icy blue of her eyes. Renée looked up at him emotionlessly, not a single twitch in her face besides the furrowing of her eyebrows. Without warning, she jerked her head down and caught the skin in between his thumb and index finger with her teeth, tearing swiftly and painfully. She watched him grunt and instinctively jump back away from her, kicking her ankle harshly which led to her yelping. The crimson liquid began to trickle down his veiny hand and forearm, his arm starting to tremble as he looked at the girl's bite marks. "How fucking dare you. I took you in and tried to be kind to you, and this is the thanks I get?"
"You fucking kidnapped me!" Renée screamed painfully at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face. Her voice cracked throughout her heartfelt scream.
"You wanted it, don't be ridiculous!"
"No I didn't. I wanted to be a model, and carry on with my band with my best friends. Not be here with you!"
"You do want to be here with me, because you're fucking in love with me! You'll realise it soon enough. You are nothing without me. NOTHING. Once you get out of here, you'll crawl to me because you'll realise I'm your only real way of living. Your life is mine now." Those words felt like a dagger to the heart for Renée. She simply lowered her head. Tom used his other hand to grab her by her neck so she couldn't bite him and lift her head up. His heart raced in his chest, knowing he could do what he wanted to for so long... he could kiss her. The girl he was fantasising about and obsessing over since he was 17. "Stay still, Aceline. If you know what's good for you." He said, sucking in his breath as he leaned closer to her. He noticed that Renée wasn't resisting, and she just stayed there looking adorable and petrified. He leaned in carefully and suddenly crashed his lips onto hers without a second thought. He kept his hand on her neck and threatened to choke her if she acted out of order, but luckily for him she didn't seem to be doing so.

After a few minutes of his abusive one-sided kisses on her lips, Renée felt a wet sensation against her lower lip... which she discovered within a few seconds as his tongue. She instantly yanked her head away as she felt it and panted out of breath, her eyes closing themselves. She breathed quickly and heavily in stress, her eyes watering. "Please... Not yet... I'm not ready." She whispered helplessly.
"Not ready? Aceline, there is no time to be 'ready'. You're in my control, and as long as you're in my control, you do everything I tell you to regardless if it makes you comfortable or not. Do you understand?" Tom's hold tightened around her neck, choking her slightly; but only really as a threat. He wouldn't harm her properly just yet. "Get yourself together you fucking imbecile. You cry too much. Models shouldn't cry about things that happen to them. They ask for it wearing all that lingerie." He let go of her. "You're staying in this chair for a while." He said. In his anger, he seemed to think about something. He then carefully reached into his pocket and revealed a shining object from his jacket pocket — upon closer inspection, Renée recognised it and her eyes widened. A knife.

"Whenever you misbehave, I'm going to cut you. And if I release you and you misbehave, I want you to cut yourself. Slowly. It's a punishment. You won't want to know what happens if you don't." He mumbled huskily, drawing the knife closer... and closer... and closer.... Until...