Nightmare-tom kaulitz

Alice

Tom's POV:

Whatever drugs Macy gave me, they work incredibly. Once she's gone, it feels heavenly. I can't feel any emotions and my body is still limp, but the affect of the stimulation from sex is still in me no matter how it happened.
The drugs lull me to sleep quickly though. A peacefull dreamless sleep... that I wake up from with shocking pain.
My chest feels like it's burning up. I open my eyes and they aren't blurry from drugs anymore. I don't know what time it is or what's happening, but I see the blonde/brunette woman sitting beside me and leaning over me like a doctor in a hospital.
I groan and she notices that I'm awake. She smiles evilly but then wipes her face and goes back to her innocent look.
I look down at my chest. My shirt has been ripped off and is laying on the floor beside me in pieces. All I'm wearing is my underwear. I don't even have my hat on. My dreads are loose now too. My body starts shaking instinctively when my skin isn't protected from the cold gusts of wind.

"The drugs do that." The blonde/brunette woman says as she stands up. I look at my chest that doesn't have any burns or anything that could cause pain, and then I look up at the woman. The pain comes from inside.

"It will go away soon." She says. The way her eyes never look at the same place twice makes her looks like she's a hostage too.

"What's your name?" I ask her, my voice stronger than expected but raspy from the burning in my chest.
She looks up at me and considers telling me. I can see it on her face that she want's to tell me but something is stopping her.

"I'm not allowed to say that." She says and looks down at the ground.

"Says who? John?" I ask. I'm feeling determained to figure out what's happening around here. It could help me find my way back to Bill and True.

"Don't use my name in front of the others, okay?" She says and looks me dead in the eyes like it would cost her life or mine if I didn't agree to that. I nod.
She leans closer and whispers her name in my ear: "Alice."

"What do you get out of this, Alice?" I ask her, hoping that I've softened her now.

"Quiet!" She says, sounding panicked. I nod and keep my mouth shut until she tells me that I can do otherwise. She's the only one I slightly trust. I have to.

"I have to go. I can't be here any longer." Alice says and stands up, ready to leave.

"No! Wait!" I scream, but she is already out the door and I'm alone with my thoughts and the burning pain in my chest. It's getting lighter though. More durable every second.

Trudy's POV:

I watch - not being able to do anything - as Holly binds Bill to the metal pole where he started. It feels like we have gone back in time, except for the fact that I'm stuck to a different metal pole. I watch her drag him on the floor, leaving a faint trail of blood oozing from his head. I wish I knew how fucked up I look. I know how Tom looks. He looks almost like he always does, but with red and sad eyes.
With the sharp light from the bulb, Bill really does look like a vampire. His skin looks even more pale than usual under this lighting. I bet mine does too.
His hair that was big and perfectly put into place with white stripes, is now dull and flat. His makeup has been smeared out. I can see that he has been crying according to the black lines down his cheeks.
I probably look a little more alive. John washed the blood away from my face so I'm probably the cleanest one.

It hurts to look at Bill while he's unconcious, knowing that I can't do anything. This is probably how he felt when he woke up in here. When I wasn't awake yet and he screamed my name to wake me up. I understand now.

"Don't worry about him. He'll be fine. You had two hits to the head, he only has one." Holly says, walking closer to the mattress I'm forced to stay on even with John's blood on it.

"That sucks." Holly says, sliding her fingers over the dry patch of blood on thr mattress.

"I'm not very happy about that. You almost punched John to death. I can't have that. And you tried to escape. Then Bill tried to escape. I'll have to punish you two when he wakes up. Tom seems to be the only one obeying orders." Holly says. One hand isn't stuck to a metal pole, so I ball my fist and punch in her direction. She moved just before I hit her and grabs my fist in her hand.

"Bad girl. We'll teach you... soon." Holly says angrily and lets go of my hand.

"Don't hurt Tom!" I shout as she starts to walk up the stairs.

"You're giving me good ideas now, Trudy. Just shut the fuck up, will you?" She says and continues up the stairs. I promise myself that when I get out of here - somehow, someday - I am going to beat her until she looses all of her senses and bodily function.

"True..." Bill says and I turn to look at him eagerly. I feel so relieved to not be alone down here... but then I remember what Holly said about punishing us when Bill wakes up. I just hope that they will wait a little longer now.

"Bill... I think I know how you felt when I didn't wake up." I say. Bill smiles faintly but weakly. I don't think he could deal with any punishing right now. To be real, I don't think I am either. I finally feel sort of okay now. For the first time ever since I got trapped in this fucking place.

"Yeah... I heard what she said. I was only knocked out for as long as it took for her to drag me to this fucking pole. Woke up immediately after, I just pretended to be unconcious." Bill says.

"That was probably clever. So you heard the whole... punishing us thing?" I ask Bill. He nods with his eyes closed. I bet he doesn't feel very good right now.

"Gonna be soooo fun..." I mumble sarcastically. It's my only way of coping with this. Bill chuckles a little, still with his eyes closed.

"How long do you think we have been here?" I ask, Bill. I don't think he has any idea, just as I don't, but I need someone to share my worry. I am fond of routines, and all of this has ruined the routine I just got going. I don't know if this headache is because of being hit in the head twice, or because of stress about everything.

"At least the rest of the night. Must be day now. Maybe even dinner time soon. Ugh... dinner." Bill says. Now that he mentioned food, I haven't eaten anything since we got here, and I am starving. Maybe that's a part of our punishement. Starve until we're so close to death that we can't move.

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