KEROSENE // Tom Kaulitz

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I don't know how long I hadn't eaten for, but it didn't take me long to realise it, but Tom would neglect me often if I misbehaved. Although since I began behaving, he would often bring me presents such as perfumes, clothes, makeup and sometimes even bring people to see me. By people, only his band members — mostly Bill. One evening, Tom entered my room and approached me, sitting opposite me on my bed while I sat on the floor.
"Bill's coming over to see you this evening. Make yourself presentable, and make sure you behave yourself." He said, almost threateningly. I wasn't in a position to even want to try messing with him, so I reluctantly agreed and prayed hard on my mental recovery.
"What do you want me to wear?" I asked hoarsely. I knew he liked it when I'd ask him what he wanted me to wear. It gave him a sense of control I imagine, being that it could also be over my clothes and not just the rest of my life. He paced to the wardrobe of clothes he installed into my room and searched through them. All the things he chose were mostly just Victoria's Secret lingerie, as if he was to just laugh in my face about the loss of my model life. It's almost as if I was reborn to life a different life, and this wasn't what I was meant for at all. I was a Victoria's Secret Angel, not a doll to be toyed with; but even still there was nothing I could do or nowhere I could go. I was trapped for now.
"Put this on. And I got you some new wings too, look." Tom said with a smirk, revealing a pair of feathery, fluffy, widespread angel wings. "Just how I liked you..." he said, showing the wings with the set of pure white lingerie he picked out. The set came with some white lace stockings and garters which connected to it to keep the socks up. Hell, he even found a pair of white heels too to match my outfit even if I didn't need them since I was only in the house, but hey, fashion is fashion. He then gave my set of clothes to me. "Once you get dressed, make sure you do your hair and makeup and put your perfume on. The expensive one. Only the best for my angel, hm?" He asked, leaning over me to kiss my cheek. I only blinked at the sensation and allowed him access to do so.

I picked up my set of clothes and began to dress myself in them, noticing that he was watching me. I sighed and continued dressing in the lingerie, which couldn't even be considered to be clothes now I think about it. I put on the undergarments hesitantly before slipping the stockings on and sliding them up to my mid thighs. I then attached the garters to my stockings, and lastly slid on the heels and attached my angel wings to my bra top. I wasn't allowed to do my own hair with straighteners or curlers or anything as such, plus Tom enjoyed brushing my hair, so he didn't let me do it myself for his own enjoyment in the matter. It was evident he had some experience with hair, but I wasn't sure where from. Either way, he was surprisingly really good at styling mine with roll up curlers and hairdryers, and he made me use luxurious conditioners to give my hair a soft feel and a shine. Part of me enjoyed being under his control being that if I behaved, I'd get decent care aside from being strictly rationed on food and water. The once strawberry blonde mess was now beautifully curled and bouncy. I was allowed to do my own makeup, as he couldn't exactly do makeup, but I could. I knew he wanted it to be like my classic model look; so I knew to obey or I'd be missing my shots of water for a couple days, which I definitely couldn't risk. I'm parched enough as is. He gave me the right makeup to use at least, so that was okay. After makeup was finished, the final step was to put on perfume. I didn't consider Viva la Juicy to be an incredibly expensive perfume, but that was the one he very clearly liked, so I knew that was the one I should put on.

Then I just had to wait for Bill by that point. I wasn't allowed out of my cell until he'd arrive, so I busied myself by looking through my new 'clothes' in the wardrobe. A lot of these were things I already wore on the runway, so I guess he was just playing dress up with me. He had a few additional accessories for my outfits such as organza, faux fur or mesh capes that dragged on the floor behind me, or maybe a veil for over my head if he wanted me to go for some sort of bridal look. Probably to act out his fantasies of marrying me. The more I searched through my stuff, I heard a few knocks on the front door. I perked my head up and closed the wardrobe door, facing the door to my cell and approaching it to see if Tom would let me out. To my relief, he did decide to let me out.

"Alright, I don't want to tell you again, but be on your best behaviour." Tom slipped his hand around my waist and escorted me up the stairs and into the living room where he could keep an eye on me, but he told me to sit. Obediently, I did so and watched him open the door to see Bill there. I noticed his eyes focus on me almost instantly as the door opened, but then directed all his attention to his brother again. I sat back on the couch more and watched the boys talk to each other for a minute or so before I heard Tom say:
"Make yourself comfortable. Don't be shy with Aceline here, she's going to behave. Aren't you?" He asked, as he asked the 'aren't you' question he looked at me to see if I'd respond to him. I simply nodded my head and gave a slight smile.
"Yes, sir." I say charismatically, looking at him through my eyelashes in a seductive way as well to give a good impression. There was a huge couch available, but for some strange reason Bill decided he'd like to sit directly next to me. As much as I wanted to move away after the betrayal I witnessed, I stayed put and placed my hands in my lap more, looking at him.
"So I heard you've been behaving yourself more huh?" Bill asked me, nudging my weak right side. I flinched a little and simply nodded. He seemed to think I was still into him after everything.
"Yes, I have." I said, maintaining eye contact no matter how uncomfortable it was to do.
"What a sweetie." He said, his eyes glancing over my figure. "You're frail though. You must've been resistant for a pretty long time."
"You could say that." I answered, looking down at my stomach, feeling a weird churning feeling inside. I groaned and sighed a little. "Yknow how it is. Tom doesn't feed me when I'm naughty..." I mumbled exhaustedly. My stomach kept churning to an extent I couldn't stop, and I was feeling nauseous. "I don't feel well...." I mumbled. It wasn't like I didn't have regular headaches and stomach aches, but never really nausea. I figured it was maybe a good idea to wait for Tom to come back, otherwise he'd be upset with me if I left the couch. But as the nausea got worse, I knew I had to get up and tell him. "Excuse me, one second." I said, building up a sweat as I speedily walked to the kitchen where Tom was pouring some whiskey. He looked over to me as he noticed me entering the kitchen.
"Why are you being so rude? He wanted to talk to you." He said, setting the cups aside and looking at me.
"Tom, I don't feel well..." I whispered, clutching my stomach as I felt a strong cramp. It wasn't my period. I hadn't had it in about a month, and I would've noticed if it started.
"C'mere." He said, walking over to me and placing the back of his hand against my forehead. "Yeah that's a temperature... and you're building a sweat, and you're pale." He thought to himself. Suddenly something snapped in me.
"Am I pregnant?" My voice cracked slightly. I thought about it. My thoughts went back to what I did with Bill, and it all added up. I was with him over a month ago, well, I think that was how long at least. I saw a terrifyingly angry glare in Tom's eyes for a second or so, before he patted the top of my head.
"We'll discuss it later." He said, grabbing the cups of whiskey and pushing past me towards the living room. "Come on, Aceline." He said. Obediently again, like a dog, I followed. I could be having a child...?