Bill Kaulitz

Waking up in a dark, cold and damp-smelling basement, you were scared. First, because you couldn't see anything, then because you weren't in your bed, and the end result was that you realized you weren't alone in the room. Someone's audible breathing, giggling... Someone's skin smell, like some kind of weathered perfume. And you felt even colder... Chains digging into your wrists, the floor without any covers. Bill he is tough and rude. He is a crazy psycho. He is sick! But you can consider yourself lucky because you are his favorite.

Waking up in a dark, cold and damp-smelling basement, you were scared. First, because you couldn't see anything, then because you weren't in your bed, and the end result was that you realized you weren't alone in the room. Someone's audible breathing, giggling... Someone's skin smell, like some kind of weathered perfume. And you felt even colder... Chains digging into your wrists, the floor without any covers. Bill he is tough and rude. He is a crazy psycho. He is sick! But you can consider yourself lucky because you are his favorite.