KEROSENE // Tom Kaulitz

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The second Renée stepped into her cell, she had a rush of anger surge through her body. Through the fact she felt exploited more than words could explain from the fact that she wasn't even allowed to have underwear, and she had no rights at all. Before the cell could be locked she quickly hit the chain connecting her handcuffs against the corner of the wall to break them. She didn't have time to admire her amazing job at breaking them so easily being that she was weaker than ever, but she chose not to admire that right now. She had to focus on making her escape. That was the most important thing.
"FUCK YOU." Renée yelled and kicked Tom as hard as she could possibly could. She allowed her instincts to take over her completely and sped off out of the room before he could catch her and prevent her from running. She felt herself already beginning to hyperventilate and realise her mistake, but the adrenaline in her body kept her going. As she dashed around the mansion, she sighed a breath of relief as she saw the front door. She ran over to it as fast as her legs could bring her and tried to yank at it and open it... to no avail. As she realised that she couldn't open the door, her only other idea was to scream and bang on the door — which she did.
"HELLO? CAN SOMEONE FUCKING HEAR ME? I'M STUCK HERE. LET ME THE FUCK OUT, PLEASE!!" She sobbed as she punched and kicked the door with all her power in hopes someone would notice her.

All of a sudden, she saw through the peephole of the door... a man, but it wasn't someone she'd seen before. He was approaching the door, appearing concerned about the banging and kicking on it. Renée felt her heart race as she felt like this could be her ticket out... she could be leaving this wicked place. She started to bang and kick again hoping for the man to help her out.
"Oh my god.... Hello?! Can you help me?!" She yelled out the door in hopes he could hear her. The man tilted his head slightly and just approached the door.
"Back up." He said. Renée nodded and backed herself up, making tons of space. She started hearing footsteps.
"Fuck... hurry!" She yelled. The man nodded and backed up for a second before full force kicking the door, and dented it. He did this a few times until the door completely collapsed off its hinges. He must've been insanely strong to do that... now she could get a proper look at him, she noticed how he looked... he had long, spiky black hair with a few strands of silver here and there. He had these seductive dark eyes, and noticeably wore makeup. More specifically, dark eyeshadow. He was extremely tall, and was wearing a black jacket with the sleeves rolled up, a newsboy hat on his head, bootcut jeans and some adidas gazelles or something similar. Renée found him beautiful, and liked to look at him. But besides that, she was so thankful that he managed to save her from the hell that was this mansion. She ran over to him quickly as she heard Tom's footsteps getting louder and louder, wrapping herself in the man's arms for security. He didn't complain about this though and held her tightly to his chest in a 'protective' manner.

"Is this man making you uncomfortable, miss?" The man asked politely, staring at Tom as he approached.
"He kidnapped me...." Renée whispered, holding onto his wrist for a feeling of security. She looked as though she was about to cry.
"Well then. Let's go. I won't keep you here." He said before picking Renée up in bridal style. He looked over at Tom one more time but didn't say anything, Renée couldn't see either of their faces when he did that. After a second or so, she was starting to be carried away. She had no clue why Tom wasn't putting up a fight or doing anything about it. He just stood there in defeat and watched her get taken away.

"What's your name?" Renée asked as she was taken out of the house. She felt as though she needed to appreciate the man more.
"Bill. Bill Kaulitz." He answered with an honest smile. "I believe you're the supermodel Renée Aceline right?" He asked. "I heard you went missing."
"No shit... I was there." Renée said with a soft sigh. She laid her head on Bill's shoulder, her heart beginning to race as he carried her somewhere she wasn't yet aware of. "Thank you so much for taking me...."
"No need to thank me." He said, leaning into her ear, "but if you really want to thank me, let me take you home with me." He said with a smirk across his lips.

Renée's eyes shot open at his suggestion. Butterflies swarming around in her stomach like a hive of angry bees. "You want me to sleep with you?" She asked. No doubt she was insanely attracted to this man.
"I would love that, but don't feel pressured." Bill said, a sweet smile remaining on his face. This made Renée even more turned on by his advances...
"Um... sure." Renée said quickly, looking at him and nodding repeatedly. A part of her didn't mind this idea at all. She thought he was extremely attractive and she wouldn't have minded doing such a thing with him.
"Really?" He asked, looking into her eyes. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Renée's temple. "Thank you so much. You're so sweet." He mumbled, looking deeply into her eyes. Renée felt familiar with him for some reason... perhaps it was because he was genuinely kind to her the minute he saw her... he didn't have bad intentions with her, he'd only wanted to help her out all this time. She truly did owe him for this.

The two remained in a comfortable silence as they walked together towards where Bill may have perhaps lived, an excitement growing between them with each step taken.