KEROSENE // Tom Kaulitz

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Renée's eyes shot wide as she felt a jolt of pain surge through her body coming from her right wrist. She then began to feel a tingling, and a warm sensation... like water running down her arm in a hot shower. Except when she looked, it wasn't water. It was her blood. Her senses blocked out the feeling of pain, and she went numb. She could only see him attempting to write something on her arm which she was forced to hold still no matter how much she was itching to move it away. Tom himself was amazed to see how quiet Renée was after a second or so of his carving with the blade he had. However he pushed the thoughts aside and continued with his carving. His lips stretched into a knowing smirk as he finished his work. It was messy but readable; and on Renée's delicate wrist was written "I'm sorry for being selfish." She had the urge to cry, but felt pressured not to. She merely whimpered nervously as she looked at the gory mess he made of her once smooth ivory skin.
"Now, say 'I love you, Tom.'" He said, making eye contact with her to hopefully intimidate and belittle her into submission. Clearly his tactics did work against Renée though as she gulped back her tears and responded with a quivering voice:
"I love you... Tom." She hesitated before saying his name. However nothing else was done to her being that she'd obeyed.
"See? I knew you had it in you. What a good girl." Tom praised her to hopefully motivate her into showing him more good behaviour. He wanted to make her afraid of him so that she'd stop acting so boldly.

"Will you let me do whatever I want to you whenever I want?" He asked, once again holding the intense eye contact to frighten her into promising.
"Yes... I will..." Renée stuttered, glancing at her forearm again. "But I might get infected.... Can you at least bandage my arm?" She asked nervously, terrified of what his answer might be. She didn't enjoy the idea of an infection. That could kill her.
"If you say please."
"Please..."
Tom sighed and hoisted himself up. He didn't feel the need to tell her to stay put, being that she was very clearly restrained and couldn't go anywhere even if she tried. He ruffled her hair
"And I'll brush this mess for you." He said before leaving the room.

Renée lowered her head once again, admitting her defeat to herself. She didn't know how long she would be here for, she had no clue how long it has been already, she didn't know if people were looking for her, if there was any evidence... she didn't know where she was... she was lost. She couldn't remember a thing from the moment she'd been kidnapped. All she could do was hope she'd be found soon enough, otherwise this man could have her in his possession for as long as she lived — which she feared wouldn't be long. He was dangerous no doubt. She was living life on the edge purely by fighting back; and she knew the best thing for her was to simply obey and hope he'd get along with her and decide to let her go one day, no matter how long it took. She was distracted from her thoughts as she heard the door open again, and the familiar man walk in again. In his hands he held a first aid kit, and a hairbrush in the other.

"It might sting." Tom said nonchalantly as he poured some disinfectant onto a cotton ball and began to dab it onto Renée's wounds. She hissed and tensed her muscles at the burning and stinging sensation that wouldn't settle. She bit her tongue to prevent herself from making any more noises of pain or discomfort from this. Otherwise he might stop treating her. The disinfecting of the cuts felt like a never-ending cycle of relentless anguish. But surely enough it came to an end within a few minutes or so, but to Renée it felt like much longer. Hours even. "There we go...." He mumbled as he unwrapped some bandages and carefully lifted Renée's arm to cover up her wound so nothing could get to it. "Now you won't get an infection. Now what do you say?" Renée gazed at him with her submissive looking eyes and nodded her head softly.
"Thank you." She whispered. The obedience from Renée earned a smirk from Tom. He set the first aid kit aside on the wooden table and now grabbed the hairbrush. Renée sat still as he brushed through her hair to make it softer and neater, and less disheveled. As she felt the brush gently rake through her hair with genuine care, she felt a shiver run down her spine. It reminded her of being a child. Her mother brushing her hair carefully and gently to soothe her and help her get to sleep. It reminded her of her friends playing with her hair, and styling it. The gentle nature of such an act from a heartless man like him wasn't right, but Renée couldn't help but enjoy it no matter how much she denied it.

She found herself leaning into his gentle actions, and her eyes began to close. The stinging from her wounds subsided completely as she bathed in the bliss of the nostalgic sensation she was receiving from her hostage taker. It must've felt terribly wrong in some way to Renée, but at the same time it didn't. It felt reassuring and kind, like he wasn't even slightly heartless all this time. He felt things like a normal person. It was like he was someone who genuinely loved her and didn't just lust over her. Maybe he wasn't an all bad character like she initially thought he was? Renée gulped and spoke again to make sure he wouldn't be angry with her and make a better impression...

"I love you."