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"Oh sorry..I'm Ivy" She said and I titled my head in confusion.

"Uh That's surprising." She took a step closer.

"I thought maybe Tom would mention my name someday," She chuckled in an awkward way.

"And why would he do that?" I raised my eyebrows as I folded my arms around my chest.

"Because I was his prettiest pet," She confidently replied, making me want to slap her across her face. Was that jealousy? No there's no way.

I gave her a disturb look before I replied,"That's not possible, all of his pets are dead." I grinned or at least that's what I had heard.

"I should've been dead actually, but i'm here now, standing and pretty much..." Her face got closer to mine, "alive." She grinned, her lips turning into a sick smirk.

I took a step back, trying to keep my distance "Does He still play his sick games?" She said before she grab a hold of my arm, "Actually, You don't need to answer I can already see from these cute fresh wounds."

"Don't touch me," I groaned, attempting to pull my arm out of her grip.

"Oh look at that, that's a deep one," She laughed as she pointed at my wrist as well as tightening her grip.

"I said let go," I yelled, but my heart sank as my eyes caught the glimpse of the old scar on my wrist. It was as if a floodgate had opened, bringing back memories I had desperately tried to erase. They replayed in my mind with a vividness that was hard to escape.

"Now tell me, does it make you feel worse by looking at it?" She whispered, her hold tightening as she brought my hand closer to my gaze.

"Look at it," she suddenly yelled, her harsh breath washing over my face.

My heart raced, pain reverberating from just gazing at the scar. "Right, that's exactly how I feel when I see the scars he inflicted on me," She said.

"What do you want from me..." I said before I firmly pushed my hand out of hers.

"Don't worry, I don't want anything from you." Taking another step forward. "You have nothing to give anyway."

I was getting really anxious as I was gazing around, hoping for a familiar face to show up, "But i'm surprised that he hasn't kill you yet, in fact he had saved you." She smirked, taking another step forward as I was walking backwards, my gaze was fixed on her.

I am surprised too, I should've been dead a long time ago, but why does she care?

"Tom Kaulitz has saved his pet from death," She laughed, "Well isn't that interesting? Have you actually thought about it?" She said as her footsteps in high heels resonated, echoing down the hallway with each step she took.

"What are you trying to say here..." I snapped.

"What I'm trying to say here is, Don't feel special, because you're simply not. He'll be playing with you a bit more and then you're going to end up just like the rest."

"Dead" That word echoed in my ears, sending shivers down to my spine. In that moment, thoughts of the gun resting on my thigh flashed through my mind. This woman was terrifying me, giving me the signs of danger but I couldn't bring myself to pull it out and put it to use.

"Or..." She said and I took another step back, only to feel my back bump into something. The glass slipped from my fingers and shattered into pieces right after I swiftly turned my head back, spotting an unfamiliar man standing behind me.

In an instant, before I could react, the man seized my hands and forcefully pinned them behind my back. "Help...Hel" My attempts to cry for help were stifled by his other hand covering my mouth, leaving me trapped and struggling beneath his grasp.

"Or you can just become a little trap, how's that?" She chuckled, while I shook my head, fighting back my tears.

My heart raced with fear as I had no idea what was coming next, but the man's grip was so tight that I could hardly budge under his grasp.

She then smiled at me evilly before she pulled out a Syringe filled with a yellow liquid out of her purse and My heart started pounding in my throat as my eye spot the thick and long needle. it was the thickest needle i've ever seen in my entire life.

I began to struggle more, using all my strength to find a way out of his grip. "If you struggle she'll most likely stab it in too far" The man laughed with his deep tone.

She then pointed the sharp needle at my neck," It's not going to hurt more than mine did," She hushed as she pulled out her neck scarf with her other hand, revealing the old wound created by a bullet.

"Yeah Tom did this, if you wondered," She said and I managed to push his hand away from my mouth.

"He should've shot you right in the head!" I shouted, but before I could continue, the man's hand muffled my words.

She groaned before she firmly pushed the thick needle into my neck. A sharp, burning pain shot through me as I tried to scream but my mouth was covered with the man's hand.

As the thick liquid trickled through my veins, gradually spreading across my neck, she continued, "Now if you made it alive...," She said as she pull the needle out of my skin.

The man let go of me and I fall against the wall, "You can give this to Tom, he can come and get the cure for it," She said and the man grabbed my hand and placed a piece of paper on it.

I was breathing heavily, trying to hold my balance as I was laid against the wall. She came closer and forcefully grabbed my face into her hand, "He must come alone," she grinned before her hand slowly made its way towards my neck.

She brushed her fingers on the my neck, where she had injected the needle, "Tell him it's a little gift from Ivy,"

"You cunt," I whined and she pulled her hand back and it was then I noticed the blood on her fingers.

She waved at me with a sick smile on her face before she walked away with that man.

I swiftly took off my gloves with heavy breaths, my body was sweating and I was struggling to keep my balance.

I placed my hand on my neck where I felt a warm liquid running down on it, I was bleeding.

I looked back at the red door where Tom had entered, I wanted to scream his name, to call for his help but I found myself weak, as if my voice was stuck in my throat.

I have to walk there, I have to get there myself but I felt my legs slowly getting cold, "Fuck..." I mumbled before I took a shaky step forward.

My tears were now running down my cheeks from the pain I had all over my body. It was mostly my legs that were keeping me locked in my position.

But I had to reach to there, I had to! I pushed myself to take another step, struggling more with the high heels on my feet. I was whining underneath my breath with each step I took, but my hope for reaching that door was fading away as my feet began going numb.

"Uh... Come on.." I cried out, clutching onto the small drawer for support. "Tom!" I cried even louder, but my voice couldn't penetrate through the thickness of the door.

I gazed at the distance between me and the door, feeling dizzy by each second passing, I couldn't feel my legs anymore but I gathered all the last strength in my body and pushed myself towards the door.

My body slammed against the door and I put my bloody fingers around the door handle before pushing it down.

The door cracked open, revealing a glimpse of the large reddish room. There, I spotted Tom seated at the head of a table. His gaze shifted up at the sound of the door, meeting mine. His features shifted from anger to shock within seconds. "LISA!" He shouted and in an instant, I collapsed onto the floor as if my legs were cut off my body.

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