Nightmare-tom kaulitz

You are sadistic

Holly comes back down with food. Mcdonald's. The only fast food I have never liked, but I'm too hungry to complain about it. She throws me a bag with food and throws the other one to Bill. She sets down a cup in front of both of us, but we still have to eat with only one hand.
Bill looks excited for the first time since we got here. He digs into the bag and starts eating the fries immediately. I try to focus on my own - disgusting but necessary - food.
Holly stays down here, watching us for some reason which I find very distracting. Bill devours his food in five minutes while I'm eating for half an hour, trying not to throw it back up just thinking about everything that has happened since we got here.
Eating makes me tired for some reason. I slept in Bill's arms for a few hours I think, but it didn't feel like enough.

"What time is it?" I ask Holly, sounding normal for once. I look at her with a nice and pleadung face, hoping that she will give up on being the sadistic fuck that she is.

"How should I know? You think I carry a watch with me? Even if I knew... I wouldn't tell you." Holly answers, but I don't sense any poison in her voice. Something made her temporarily soft.

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I managed to fall asleep again so make time go by faster. The places where I got tased still feel strange. Not painful, but the muscles around the spot feels tense like when you work out too long and the muscle starts growing. I asked Bill if he could see where I was tased, and he says that he can. He says that there are two red dots directly in front of each other.

"They look like vampire bites." Bill says with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. The joke makes me feel more comfortable. Comfortable enough to fall asleep.
But when I wake up again, I don't feel rested at all, probably because of the way I woke up. It was a scream that woke me up. Bill's scream.
I open my eyes and the first thing I see in front of me is Bill laying on the stone floor in the middle of the room, about ten feet away from me and just out of my reach.
His face is turned in my direction and his makeup is smeared more than before. He's crying. Holly is sitting on top of him, holding him down. She isn't wearing any pants and Bill's pants are pulled down. That's when I realize what she's doing. She is riding him - the way I did earlier - but this is a little different.
Bill seems paler than usual and a lot more weak than he looked before I fell asleep.

There is a pool of blood around his arm. I notice that the blood is coming from his wrist. I can do nothing but watch as Holly cuts open his other wrist and he screams in pain. Holly is visibly enjoying it. But I can't just stay here and watch. I won't do it. I have to at least try to get out of here. I have to help him. He's bleeding out, and I won't let him die in here.

"Get the fuck off of him you sadistic fuck!!!" I scream at Holly, trying to get her out of the mood. It seems like the best way to make her stop this.
She doesn't pay me any attention at all. She is gripping Bill's arms right under the cut which makes the bleeding flow slower. At least that's something. But she holds him down like that. Bill has given up trying to get out of her grip, I can see it. He knows that he's too weak with the loss of blood.

I tug as hard as I can on the handcuffs and try to see if there is anything that I can use to get me out of here.
Then I think of Tom upstairs. Maybe he's awake and maybe he has a way of getting out that I don't have down here. It's worth a try to save his twin brother.

"TOM! HELP! BILL IS DYING!!!" I shout as loud as I can. He could be anywhere in the house and I have to make sure that he hears my screams.

Tom's POV:

I heard Bill's skin crawling screams and I'm alone in the room now. It's now I have the chance to help them. John said they would let Bill and True go, but with the screams I'm hearing, I'm not sure that I believe them very much. And then True screams my name.

"TOM! HELP! BILL IS DYING!!!" True screams, and that's when I know that I'm their only hope. She would only start screaming if she knows that she can't help him herself. So I need to help.
I look frantically around the room to see if there's anything I can use to get me out of these handcuffs. The room is full of things so there must be something - anything - that can help me.
First I look at the handcuffs to see what kind of lock it is. Then I notice how loose it is around the radiator pipe. With a little extra force, I can rip the handcuffs off of the radiator so only my hands are tied now. Since I've been sitting down for so long, my legs are weak and it takes lots of effort to stand up. I get dizzy, but I keep moving around the room.

"Those idiots..." I mumble to myself when I see the small key on the table with the cards between the couches. I smile to myself when I finally have the smallest bit of hope as I grab the key.
It's difficult to unlock it since my hands are tied behind my back and I can't see what I'm doing, but I manage to get it done. One of my hands is now free and I walk to the closed door while opening the other cuff.
I put my ear against the door, listening if someone is outside, but I only hear True and Bill in the basement.

Trudy's POV:

The tears are pushing against the back of my eyelids as I yank in the handcuffs that just won't get in. Bill is crying and whimpering on the floor as the pools of blood get bigger and bigger. It's a terrible sight. I try not to think of how damaged he will be once we get out of here. How long it will take for him to recover from this.

"Why are you doing this? Please... just stop." I cry when my wrists feel like their burning from all the yanking. Holly doesn't answer. She's in her own world. I don't want to look at her, and I don't want to look at Bill.

The door to the basement bursts open and Tom  runs down the stairs just as Holly stops riding Bill. I don't know if she is done or not, but Tom is gonna stop her.

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