Nightmare-tom kaulitz

A living nightmare

Tom's POV:

Fresh blood is runnig down her face and covering half of it. She got it in her eye but I don't think she can see it. Actually, I don't even know if she's fully awake yet. The perv, John, is sitting in front of her, breathing in her personal space. I kick and fight as much as I can, hoping so somehow magically reach him and make him get away from her.

"Don't touch her!" I shout over and over again, but he's already trying to pull her pants off. I know what he's about to do. I look to the blonde/brunette woman who doesn't look very pleased. She looks like she's trying to hide. She looks scared and guilty.

"Fucking help her! I can see that you don't wanna be here... so fucking do something!!!" I shout at her, but John interrupts me.

"Alice... don't listen to him." John says and her expression completely changes as if he put some magic spell on her to listen to him and only him.
John pulls True's pants off along with her shoes. She doesn't notice anything by the looks of it. But I do. This is the worst thing he could possibly do. Rape the woman I love right in front of me. I don't know if it would be better if I hadn't seen it, but I don't want to think of that right now. I need to get him off of her. And I need to get us out of here.

"True... True, can you hear me." I say, looking directly into her eyes. She has been looking in my direction since the moment she opened her eyes again. She nods very slowly. It's probably the only thing she has energy enough to do.

"Listen to me baby... you can get through this. Just keep looking at me and listen to my voice. I love you... more than anything. I am going to get us all three out of here as soon as possible." I try to tell her. The handcuffs can't just be opened so easily and I clearly can't persuade Alice to get them off me, so I have to get True through this so she isn't completely limp when we have to escape.
John has taken her panties off and unbuckled his own pants. I can't stop this now.

"True... think of something nice. A moment where you were happy. Look at me and think of that. Of the best birthday you remember... or the first concert you plaid..." I tell her, trying to make her focus on something else.
John puts his dick inside her, and even with what I just told her, she whimpers and looks at him.

"No... True... look at me." I tell her and she looks at me again. A tear falls down her cheek and it hurt so badly to watch her like this. I never wanted anything bad to happen to her.

Trudy's POV:

Dad was right. This fame thing is not for me. Not if it has to be like this. I never thought that anything like this could happen to me. I've had enouch inconveniences in the past, I don't know what this will do to me.
I'm too weak to move. Too weak to think clearly. Too weak to make any noises other than whimpers. I'm too weak to scream. All I want to do right now is scream for help. It burns in my chest when I can't get the screams out.
I do as Tom tells me to do. It's so hard to focus on happier feelings when I can feel John thrust inside me. I know that I have to dissasociate if I want to stay mentally intact after this.
Even though I hate John. Even though I'd rather die than have sex with John. Even though it hurts in my entire body when he thrusts... my body is supposed to make me feel pleasure when having sex. Even if it's rape. The sensation of a man inside me makes me moan along with the whimpers, even though I don't want to. That's the worst part.
Instead of doing what Tom says, I do what seems logical to me. What I need to do to get through this.

I close my eyes and focus only on the feeling of his dick inside me. I block out all noise and all sight. All I can feel is his dick inside of me. I look at Tom in my head. I imagine that John is Tom.

Tom thrusts hard inside me and his groans get louder every time. I moan and my back arches. His dick fills me up completely, and even thought it hurts a little, the pleasure takes over. His dreads are tickling my neck and I can feel Tom's breath on my face. His face is inches from mine and our nose touches when Tom gets weaker along with the pleasure. The touch makes me kiss him. His lip piercing is cold but it turns me on even more. The pleasure digs deep inside me and I'm getting closer to the edge.
Tom groans as he comes inside me at the same time as me. He stops thrusting...

And reality comes back to me. I don't know how my face looked, what noises I might have made. I don't know what Tom saw, but I can't let myself care. I don't want Tom to think that I enjoyed it. I had to enjoy it. It was the only way I could get through it.
John has pulled away from me. I know that he didn't use a condom because I can feel his cum inside me. In my head, it was Tom's. But now that it's over and I'm back to reality, I get so scared. What if I become pregnant?

My senses came back moments after John pulled away from me. He didn't even bother giving me my clothes back. Then I realize that I'm not tied up. He didn't even bother to so that. Everything still feels like it's spinning and everytving hurts, but at least I can see and hear clearly now. Except for the one eye filled with blood. But now I can see Tom clearly. And I can see the tear that has fallen down his cheek.
I know how much he wanted to help me and how helpless he must have felt when he knew that he couldn't do anything.
I reach for my panties and my pants that I was so excited to wear for the concert. Thinking about that, I just start crying. I sit with the pants in my hands, looking at the soft fabric and wishing that I never went on this tour. I wasn't prepared for this at all, and it makes me so furious knowing that the people who ruined the biggest tour I have ever gone on, are right in front of me, but I'm too weak to do anything.
It's infuriating.
The tears aren't because I'm sad. I cry when I'm angry. And I have never been so angry before.
I suck it up and put my pants on, struggling a lot. My insides hurt now too. My body and my face and my head hurts from being thrown around, but I still manage to do the one thing I need. I use the last bit of energy I have left to crawl over to Tom and I dump myself beside him. He moves in a way that tells me that he wishes he could hug me, but can't. He lays his head on top of mine and I wrap my arms around him. And then I just cry.

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