KEROSENE // Tom Kaulitz

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"Renée...." A soft voice called. A soft, motherly, gentle voice. "Wake up, Renée..." A warm light surrounded Renée as her eyes fluttered open. A silhouette of a woman standing a few feet from her. She wasn't in the cell like before... she was in the middle of a meadow, flowers in full bloom and the sun blanketing her in affection. It felt like nothing that happened over the past day or so really did happen. She felt relaxed... soothed... was she dead? Did she get poisoned in her sleep? Even so, she would've preferred it to whatever hell story she was living in real life. Renée allowed herself to bathe in the pool of light which liquified itself around her body. The woman suddenly stood up and looked up at the sky, cracks enveloping the once bright blue. Within a few seconds, each crack separated from the next and they shattered as if a rain of glass. It was beautiful, but scary. Behind the shards of the bright sky was black. Nothing.

Suddenly, Renée screamed and sat up in the customary enclosure she was in not too long ago. Still in that odd chair from before, except her face was covered in a layer of cold sweat. She breathed heavily and stared at the floor, her eyes shot open wide. Silence followed her for a few seconds before she heard Tom speak from the corner of the room. "Nightmare?" He asked, standing up. Renée simply nodded and sighed, feeling her body begin to calm down gradually as he approached. At a moment like this she'd wished she was dead like she thought she was before. It seemed to much better than whatever this was. The man seemed obsessed with her and she didn't understand why. She just wanted to go home to her family and continue a normal life...

"Since you're covered in sweat, let me take you to get a bath." Tom replied, picking up a pair of handcuffs he kept also in his jacket pocket. Carefully, he unshackled Renée's wrists from the chair and noticed she wouldn't try and hit him or anything of the sort. Relieved, he locked the handcuffs to her wrists and unshackled her ankles so she could stand up. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her up, abruptly bringing her close to his face in a threatening nature. "If you as much as try to run away, you're going to regret it, Aceline." He spoke in a low voice. Renée nodded quickly and fearfully, but hoped that this trip to the bathroom would help her map out how the house looked in case it'd help her later. She decided to stay put and obey for now though.

"I understand. I won't go anywhere without your permission." Renée answered, looking at him with a reassuring yet very fake smile. Tom sighed and started to walk her out of the cell she was in before. As he led her out of the room, her eyes scanned around at the interior of the house... well, not a house, a mansion. It was beautifully decorated. It had marble floors and countertops, lots of expensive furniture too. There was no doubt he was rich... the only thing was that the windows were also boarded up with those metal plates. She definitely wasn't going to see any sunlight for a while.

Tom led her carefully into the nearest bathroom. Renée found it beautiful, nonetheless. It also had the same marble decor, and had a large room for the shower alone, and a bathtub on the right side of the bathroom. On the left was the sink, cabinets, and toilet. Above the sink was a large mirror, perfectly clean. Not a smudge on it. Renée breathed in and sighed. She crossed her arms nervously after her handcuffs were taken off, knowing she wouldn't be trusted to bathe herself.
"Alright. Take your clothes off." He said. Renée expected him to say this, but was still taken by surprise.
"Wha?!" She exclaimed, her eyes going wide.
"What? You don't expect me to bathe you naked do you? Besides, I need to give you a new set of clothes." Tom replied blankly. Renée sighed softly and reached behind her back, taking off the bra she would've worn for the show, seeing as Victoria's Secret angels mostly just wore lingerie for the shows to display the products. She turned her back on him to make herself more comfortable, and luckily he didn't seem to mind. The Angel wings came off along with the bra and she dropped it onto the floor. The then took off the bottom part of the outfit she wore and dropped that onto the floor as well. The last things she removed were her boots and jewellery, and then she was fully unclothed.

Tom reached over her to turn on the water for the bath. He then turned to a drawer and pulled out a new set of clothes, which Renée discovered to just be a shirt. Must've been one of his as well, since it was oversized.
"Um... you don't have any underwear I can use do you?" She asked meekly.
"No. You don't need them." Tom answered. Renée blushed at what felt like a violation of her decency. Her blush wasn't from flattery though. It was from pure and utter embarrassment.
"I see...." She mumbled. It made sense, she supposed. Especially if he had planned to have sex with her at some point, which Renée could already tell he intended to do. The two remained in silence as the bath filled up with water. Eventually, the sound of running water stopped and Tom glanced over at Renée.
"Get in." He said, motioning to the bathtub, making it obvious he was staring at her body more than he should like to admit.

The water was comforting and warm as Renée stepped into the bathtub. She sighed and lowered herself in completely until the water reached her shoulders. Tom had tied up her hair as well so that it didn't get wet while she bathed. The warmth reminded her of that strange vision she had before she woke up... or perhaps a dream. Renée relaxed her body as she felt the embrace of the water surrounding her. She flinched as she felt a hand starting to rub the water into her skin, as well as using some cherry scented body wash, which Renée definitely enjoyed the scent of. As she was getting cleaned and washed, she felt a lot more clean and comfortable, and much less unhygienic. She found herself beginning to lean into him slightly while he washed her, able to smell the cologne he was wearing even more vividly now. Tom leaned into her and moved his lips closer to her neck, abusing the situation where she was vulnerable to get even closer to her. He felt as if he could just breathe her in right now. Renée gazed over at him sleepily as he did this, her left hand reaching up to feel his dreads, which she for some reason liked the feel of; twitching when she felt him place a gentle kiss to her neck. During this intimate moment, her eyes suddenly shot open fully as she heard him get up.

"Alright, come on. You've been washed enough." Tom said, grabbing a towel for Renée so he could dry her off. Renée untied her hair and let him put the towel over her, shivering at the cold of the air after she'd had her bath. She looked over at the white shirt she was supposed to wear, with nothing underneath according to him. She rubbed her eye and hugged the towel to keep herself warm. She started to dry herself properly with the towel before Tom chuckled the T-shirt at her, which Renée only barely managed to catch. She smiled a little and put it on, looking at herself in the mirror.
"You smell nice with that body wash on." He said, picking up the handcuffs again to put on Renée now that she was finished showering. "Since you behaved so well tonight, I'll let you have a blanket." He said, lifting her wrists and shackling the handcuffs onto her so she again couldn't do anything 'stupid.' And as he began to lead her back to the cell, Renée thought to herself... no one was going to find her any time soon.