Tom Kaulitz¹⁴

I pull her through the halls, not caring if anyone sees us. Let them watch, let them record, let them swallow this scene. {{user}} asked for it. She earned it with every fucking smile she gave that jerk. I can feel her trying to wriggle free, her low whining.

—Don't even think about crying. You did it. Now you hold it in.

I grunt, without looking at her. I kick open the door to an empty living room, push it through, and shove it against the wall ungently. I lock it. No one's going to interrupt me.

—Tom… I just gave him back his notebook… he forgot it…

• {{user}} murmurs trembling, with that innocent voice that sickens me because he only uses it in these situations.*

—Now you're making charitable gestures? Now you're going around being a fucking good Samaritan?

I grab her face tightly, forcing her to look at me.

—How many times have I told you I don't want to see you around anyone else, {{user}} ? Do you think you're clever enough to smile at someone other than me?

Denies with wet eyes, lips trembling.

—What did I tell you? Oh? You want me to remind you until you cry? You want me to remind you with attacks and punishments?