19- It's torture

"No sir, you don't understand!" The famous blonde singer shouts through the phone. "Karlie Kloss." She repeats sternly for the 100th time. "Yes- no i'm not family, I'm her girlfr- what do you mean I can't receive any information?! Well I wanna speak to the boss of the CSP then!"

The superstar paces around her bedroom while waiting for someone else to come on the phone. When she has waited for more than half and hour, she realises she has been hung up on, again.


"FUCK!" She shouts through the room as she throws the phone onto the bed with a great force. The devices bounces to the side and onto the ground, where it starts buzzing again. Taylor almost jumps onto the ground and answers the call. "Yes?" She asks quickly.

"Taylor? Are you okay?"

Taylor sighs, this not being the person she wanted to hear. Actually she didn't want to hear any other voice than Karlie's at this point. "Yes." Taylor answers. "Hi, Selena."

"Would you like to come over and have dinner with me toni-" Selena asks through the phone as blonde woman lies down on the bed. 

"You know I can't. I still haven't heard anything from her." Taylor sighs, tears already treating to roll down her face once more.

 

"I'm sure everything's okay Tay." Selena tries to assure her. "She's a secret agent, she probably has to stay.. secret sometimes."


"I literally heard a gunshot Sel. Multiple gunshots and then nothing." Taylor says, panic raising up in her mind again. "What if she's.."



"Don't think like that.." Selena interrupts her with a soft voice, wanting to calm her friend down. 

"I tried contacting every single person on this planet to hear from her the passed couple of weeks." Taylor says, her voice raspy as she is actually crying now. "It's been a month already Selena. A fucking month and I heard nothing." She sobs.


"I know.." Selena breathes through the phone, finding it heard to comfort her friend in this situation. "I hope she's okay." She adds. 

Taylor lets out a deep breath and nods, even though she knows her friend won't be able to see it. They stay on the line for a while still before Meredith starts meowing through the house, the princess is hungry.


"Ill call you later." Taylor says, her voice soft as she speaks. 



"Okay." Selena says. "It'll be okay Taylor."

Taylor hangs up the phone and drags herself off the bed. A whole month she hadn't heard anything from her. Gunshots, and then a month of silence. 'What if ill never speak to her again?' She thinks to herself as she walks down the stairs. She shakes her head rapidly to get the dark thoughts out but tears roll down her face anyway. 

She opens the cat food drawer, the sound of it making the two happy balls of fur run to the kitchen. They stroke their bodies against Taylor's legs while she fills their bowls. "Enjoy." She says, petting their heads for a minute before walking back upstairs, where she collapses onto her bed.

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Three months and one week. It has been three months and one week since Taylor's Skype call with her girlfriend. Three months and one week without any contact between them. Three months and one week of Taylor thinking her girlfriend might be dead.


A loud buzz sound through the house and Taylor stirs out of her thoughts. She sits up in bed, her neck and back sore from the lack of movement in her body for a couple of days, weeks, maybe months. The blonde singer doesn't even know how long she has been in her house now. She didn't want to go outside, not without knowing if her girlfriend was okay, or even still alive.

The singer feels nauseous and dizzy, not even remembering how and when she got into her bed last night. She doesn't know what time it is, or even what day it is.

The buzzing sound sounds through the house again and so Taylor gets out of the bed, wondering who might be in front of her door. She knows her security scanned the person in front of her door and so she's not scared of it being some scary idiot. Thats the only good thing crossing Taylor's mind.

She walks through her bedroom, quickly looking in the mirror and scanning her appearance. She almost gasps at what she sees, shocked by the image of herself in the mirror. Her bleached blonde hair had almost completely grown out and now only the tips of her hair where really light as where the rest of her hair is now back to it's original colour, the normal blonde. She looks down her body, wearing sweatpants and a simple white shirt with a black sweater over it. She has lost a lot of weight for sure, her face looks thin and her skin very pale.


The buzz sounds again, stirring Taylor out of her thoughts once more. She quickly makes her way out of the room and down the stairs, struggling not to fall. "Coming!" She shouts, making sure the person knows she's on her way. It takes her a little longer than it normally, since her legs aren't really doing what they're supposed to do. 

When she opens her front door, she finally sees who it is. "Camila?" She asks. "What.. are you doing here?" Her voice sounds low and raspy, not having spoken for a while.


The petite girl stands in front of the blonde singer's house with a empathic smile on her face. "I wanted to see you." She says simply, before passing the blonde and walking into her house. 



"Actually i'm.. bu-" Taylor starts before being interrupted by the tiny, dark haired singer.



"Busy?" Camila asks, walking towards her kitchen. "Busy with what exactly?"

"Well I was.. I.. I was.."



"Busy killing your body and mind. I heard everything from Selena." Camila says, pouring herself and the blonde a glass of water after having made herself some space on the kitchen counter through all the empty bottles of wine. "You shouldn't drink so much." Camila adds.

Taylor shrugs her shoulders, kind of embarrassed by the way Camila just barges into her house and sees how much of a mess Taylor has been for the passed couple of.. months. She follows the girl into the living-room, where they have to walk over all the crumbled up pieces of paper filled with dark and sad lyrics.


"Here." Camila says, handing over the glass of water to the blonde superstar. Taylor sits down next to Camila on the couch and they sit in silence for a while. "Are you drunk?" Camila asks then.

Taylor shrugs her shoulders again, not wanting to answer. Selena had seen her like this too a while ago, a couple of days ago or.. weeks she had visited Taylor as well. Forcing herself into her house after speaking to her guards. She had literally pushed Taylor aside to get into the house while Taylor had been shouting at her, being drunk.


"You're slowly killing yourself Taylor." Camila says slowly. "Look at yourself."

Taylor looks the brown eyed girls in the eyes and remains quiet, thinking about what she had just said. It stays silent for a while then.


"I don't care." Taylor then says after a while, her voice still low and raspy. 

"What did you say?" Camila asks, not having heard what her friend had said, or not wanting to understand. 

"I said I don't care." Taylor repeats. "I don't care if I die, if she's dead too anyway."

Camila sighs, scooting closer to her friend, having to fight the tears away herself. "You don't know if she's dead, Tay." She says softly, putting an arm around her.



"Well I don't know anything." Taylor says. "I just know gunshots." She sips her water, her head pounding.



"You can't destroy yourself like this." Camila says. "Theres a lot of people that care about you, you know." 



Taylor sighs and lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Literally like five friends, my brother and my parents." She says a smile on her face. 



"You're unhappy." Camila states. 

"No shit Sherlo-"



"And I get that you're unhappy but its time now to stop sulking and get your shit together." Camila says, looking the blonde woman in the eyes now. "We don't know what is happening with Karlie. She might be fine, she might be in some trouble. You tried everything to find it out. It didn't work. You'll have to wait Taylor. She'll probably contact you when she can." 



Taylor's head is spinning by all the words Camila had just said to her. She sighs and closes her eyes, her pounding head not making this any easier. "How can I wait and.. just live.. while she-" She stops and sighs again. "I love her so much Camila. I love her so fucking much, I can't just temporarily move on while she might be dead or dying or whatever. Thats so not how it works."


"Im not saying you should forget about her or something like that." Camila says, putting her empty glass on the table. "I understand that you love her. But she loves you too and wouldn't want you to destroy yourself like this."


Taylor feels a single tear making its way down her cheek. "I know." She breathes. Camila hugs her friend from the side and for the first time in months, Taylor feels something. Love.


Love for her friend. She knows it's wrong drinking this much alcohol, not eating anything and staying inside of her house for months. 

"Thank you." She whispers. Camila smiles and gets up from the couch. "Lets clean this house up shall we?"

The two women spent all of their afternoon together, cleaning up Taylor's house. They collect all the wine bottles, which are more than 100, in the hallway so that the security can throw them away. All the ripped up and crumbled sheets of paper are read through by Taylor and thrown away when needed. "I suppose I can throw this away as well." Camila asks as she holds up a bag of weed in front of Taylor's face.


Camila is smiling and wiggling the bag in front of the blonde singer's eyes. "Such a bad ass you are." She says, receiving a punch by Taylor, who smiles a small smile at the other girl for the first time in a long, long while. "Throw it away please." She says. "And don't you tell anyone."


"Don't worry." Camila smiles. "Lauren uses that shit every once in a while too. They even caught her at an airport with it once."


"Yeah about her and.. you.." Taylor says, remembering how much Lauren was crushing on Camila back in the club that one night. 

Camila's cheeks turn bright red and she looks away. "Wh- what about.. us?" She asks.


Taylor smiles, noting to herself that she should ask the smaller girl about this later, since she seems a bit uncomfortable with it still. "I totally missed you girls touring here last time. When are you playing again in LA?"



"Oh.. that." Camila sighs in relief. "I think were performing here somewhere in December again. You better be there then."

"I will." Taylor says, nodding her head yes. 

The two clean up the house and while Taylor still feels numb, she does notice that it helps to have a person like Camila with such a happy and bubbly personality around her. They plop down on the couch with two boxes of pizza. Taylor hadn't eaten pizza for a while now, as she hadn't really eaten anything except for bread and cereal the passed couple of months. 



They turn on the tv and skip through the channels for a while before something catches Taylor's eye. "Wait!" She shouts. "One back."


Camila does what she's told and switches the tv to the news channel. What the two women see then makes them both gasp. Taylor lets out a sob, the pizza box falls to the ground and she feels her heart shatter in a million pieces. She struggles to breathe as she watches what is on the television screen.



On the tv, she sees a photo her girlfriend, Karlie Kloss, sitting on a chair in a dimly lit room. Her long hair hangs in front of her face and her face is bruised covered in dried blood. There's duck tape placed on her mouth, and her hands seem to be tied up behind the chair. Karlie's eyes are red, one of them very bruised, almost black. Behind her, someone is standing with a black mask on their face.

"Oh my god.." Camila gasps. "Thats her, isn't it?"

Taylor can't speak. She feels nothing but pain.

The news reader starts speaking and the two women listen closely. "This afternoon about ten minutes ago, this video appeared on Youtube. A young woman is visible being tied up against her will and held by her kidnappers. We have not yet found out who this young woman is, but the video shows what her kidnappers seem to want. The video is directed towards the famous singer, Taylor Swift, who was kidnapped herself a few months ago. We will not show the video here, since it's too brutal to see for young viewers, but you can watch in on our website."

Taylor grabs her phone from the table and looks up the video immediately, tears flowing out of her eyes as she does so. 

"Shit.." She hears Camila curse. "Taylor are you sure.."


Taylor presses play. The picture the news channel had shown on tv, now starts moving and a loud sound is audible through the singer's phone, a gun shot. "Read it!" A deep male voice shouts. 

Taylor watches how Karlie, who is tied up on a chair with duck tape on her mouth, shakes her head 'no' towards her kidnapper. The man grabs the gun a shoots up in the air once more. Karlie keeps on shaking her head 'no', her green eyes staring into the camera in fear. 

Another gun shot sounds and Taylor lets out a loud sob when realising the man had shot Karlie in her left arm. Karlie lets out a wince of pain but keeps on shaking her head no. The camera is shut off forcefully by the man and the screen turns black. 

For a second, Taylor thinks that the video has ended but the screen lights up again moments later, revealing a heavily bleeding Karlie. Blood is running out of her nose and mouth, the duck tape has been pulled off now. Her left arm is bleeding heavily as well and Taylor feels like she's fainting.

 "Read. Now." The kidnapper says as Karlie looks towards him in fear and then back into the camera.


Karlie lets out a sob as she tries to compose herself somehow. The kidnapper steps out of the camera's view and the secret agent tries clearing her throat. "Taylor Swift knows who I am." Her first sentence is. Her voice sounds broken and not at all how Taylor had remembered it to sound.

"She is ordered to give an interview tonight at 10pm, in which she will explain who I am, who I work for and what happened the last couple of months." Karlie remains quiet for a couple of seconds. "Every detail." She adds. 

Karlie pauses and looks to her side, where the man is standing, probably pointing a gun at her. "We will call her while she gives the interview, talking into her ear." 



"She then will make her way to an address that is send to her by email after the interview." Karlie sobs, shaking her head 'no' once more. She looks back into the camera, where a note is hanging with what she has to say. 

"She will come to the location.." Karlie whispers. "Louder!" The kidnapper shouts.

"She will come to the location without police or security of any kind." Karlie repeats. "She.. she has to be there tonight at 3am."

Karlie lets out the loudest sob yet then and looks to the side, shaking her head again. She receives a slap by her kidnapper, right in her face. "Say it!" He hisses. 

Karlie looks into the camera with two watery, red eyes, blood still flowing out of her nose and the corners of her mouth. "She will be killed, while Ill go free." She says then, before looking to the side and then back to the camera, panic in her eyes as she starts to shout. 

"Don't come here Taylor! Don't do it!" She looks to the side. "Just kill me, please just kill me? Kill me instead of her?" She begs her kidnapper. A loud laugh is audible. Karlie starts screaming hysterically then. "TAYLOR DO NOT COME TO THE LOCATION THEY SEND TO YOU! THEY-" 

The screen turns black.

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"No.." Camila breathes. "No.. Taylor.. this is bad.. shit.. holy shit.."

Taylor stares at her phone. "Call Tree." She says. "Tell her i'm doing an interview tonight."

"No.. no, you have to think about this first.. and talk about it with other-" 



"Camila, its 8pm. I have two hours to give an interview or they'll fucking kill her. Do you really think I care about telling the world about what happened between us or whatever?"



"Its.. I.. I don't.."



"Call Tree." Taylor repeats. Camila does what she is told eventually while the blonde's phone starts ringing and messages start flowing in. The doorbell rings. Taylor gets up from the couch and is already met with two security guards standing in her living room. 

"Miss Swift, were taking you to a secure location." One of them says. "Orders from the white house."



"The.. white house?" Taylor stammers. She didn't know she's that important.


"Now, miss Swift." One of the guards says, taking her by her arm.

"Wait!" Taylor shouts. "Camila, call Tree! Say I'm at the safe-house. She knows where it is. Let her come there."

Camila doesn't answer but Taylor knows the girl will help and call her manager. She is transferred to her safe house at a secure location in the woods after she's pushed into one of her SUV's. It's only an hour drive and when she gets there, the little cabin in the woods is completely empty and secured by apparently the white house's guards as well. She can't help but think about in how much pain her girlfriend must be, the lonely cabin reminding her of their multiple getaway locations for the two of them in the past year. "I knew something was wrong.." She whispers, sitting down on a chair with her head in her hands. She feels nauseous, realising how hurt Karlie must be.

"Taylor.." Tree says as she walks into the cabin. "You're not going there."


Tree has been Taylor's manager for about four years now and knew everything about her. Including everything about Karlie and her. She had told the woman everything after Karlie's disappearance.

"Im doing the interview." Taylor says sternly, looking up at her stressed manager. "I don't care what you say."


"The white house says these people are the criminals that killed all the other artists the past four years. Prince, Maurice White, David Bowie, George Michael. They're also expecting that they killed Amy Winehouse and Michael Jackson before that time." Tree breathes. "They say their biggest statement is that there needs to be room for new artist and music, and so they kill the 'older' ones."



"Thats.. ridiculous." Taylor says, barely believing what her manager is telling her.


"I know." Tree says, looking at the blonde singer. "They're doing it though. And this is the perfect opportunity for them to get rid of-"

"Me.." Taylor sighs.

The two women stay silent for a while then.

"I can't let them hurt Karlie any more than they already have." Taylor says after about ten minutes of the both of them thinking. "I want to do the interview."

"Okay let's say you do the interview, not thinking about your image of course, you'll receive the location via email." Tree says. "Maybe that way the special forces can find out where Karlie is hidden away? Im pretty sure it wont be at the place they sent you, they will probably pick you up there or try to kill you at the spot."

Taylor swallows, never having expected her famous life would lead up to something like this.

"Let's do the interview." She says. "Maybe they can trace the location, we'll see what we do after."

Tree nods yes. "Ill call the camera and tv guys." She says, hurrying out of the building. Taylor looks at the clock on the wall. They only have 45 minutes left to set up everything for the interview.

She grabs her phone out of her jacket and calls her mother, who must be worried out of her mind.


"Hi mom- yes I.. I'm okay." She says, her mother's worried voice sounding loudly through the phone. "Listen, I'm doing the interview they asked me to do." She says. "I know mom.."

She remains quiet for a few seconds, hearing her mom cry on the other end of the line. "Ill try to be okay. I.. I love her mom. I can't let them hurt her." Her mom cries even louder, seeming to realise the seriousness of the situation, which Taylor doesn't even really realises yet. She had told her family about Karlie as well, about a week after she'd disappeared. "I love you too." Taylor tells her mother, not knowing when she'll have a chance to talk to her again. She ends the call and jumps up by someone entering the cabin.


"You're a bitch for not answering my calls." Selena says, barging into the cabin. "So I just came here after calling Tree." She envelopes Taylor in a tight hug. "I love you Taylor, you know that right?"



Taylor is overwhelmed by all the things happening with and around her. "I love you too, Sel." She says, hugging her friend as tightly as she can.


"I know you're going to do it." Selena says. "And I understand."


Taylor smiles a small smile at her best friend, glad she's so understanding. She hugs her once more. "You better not die though." Selena adds, crying on her best friend's shoulder now as their hug continues. They're interrupted by a large camera crew making their way into the cabin. A large black screen is put up, a chair is put before it and all the camera gear is being set up by a bunch of people. "Ill try my best." Taylor tells her best friend. Selena smiles a small smile and sits down on a nearby chair. Everything happens in a blur for Taylor and before she knows it, she is sat on the chair in front of the camera.

"It will all stream live to the news channels." Tree tells her. "Try to say things the way they want it. It will probably be her speaking into your ear, they do that to scare you." 

Taylor nods. They have dressed her up in a neat blouse, together with some black skinny jeans. They have even applied make-up on her face. Taylor doesn't understand why that would be important or necessary but her management seems to still be trying to save her image. Her management had also attached a paper to the camera with some things Taylor could use.


A whole army of policemen are sitting behind laptops, keeping an eye on everything happening on the internet. The call Taylor and Karlie will have, will be traced as well.

"Live in 3..2..1.."

The blonde singer stirs out of her dark thoughts and looks into the camera. Where she would normally smile, she now stares into the electronic device with sad eyes.


"My name is Taylor Swift." She says, for the first time ever, feeling like she purely hates that everyone in the world knows her name. "I'm here because, Karlie Kloss, is kidnapped by a group of unknown criminals."

Taylor swallows, hearing that her earplug is now turned on as well. She can hear muffled voices at first but then soon hears Karlie's loud sob. She feels her heart almost stop beating when hearing her girlfriend. "Keep..keep on talking." Karlie says into Taylor's earpiece. Taylor knows the kidnapper is telling Karlie what to say. She knows that if she doesn't do what Karlie tells her to do, they will hurt her even more than they already have.

"I.. I'm doing this interview because.. because this group of criminals have kidnapped.. Karlie Kloss." Taylor says, holding in her tears as she speaks. "They asked me to explain why I know Karlie and.. what our.. relationship is."

 Taylor hears Karlie let out a loud breath through her earpiece and assumes what she's saying is alright.

"Tell them about me kidnapping you a year ago." She hears Karlie say into her ear. Her voice sounds so broken and scared that it makes Taylor cry instantly. The blonde singer looks down at her hands, tears flowing out of her eyes as sobs leave her throat. "Taylor.." Karlie's voice says. Taylor had missed Karlie's voice so much the past couple of months, but she had never wished to hear her like this. "Try not to cry.. please?" Taylor nods and looks at the camera again, her face and eyes red. "Talk.." Karlie squeaks then, a loud thud sounds through the singer's earpiece and and Taylor know they're doing something that hurts her and so she speaks up.



"About a year ago.." She starts, clearing her throat after. "Karlie and I met.. because she.. she was the one that kidnapped me.."

"K-keep on talking.." Taylor hears Karlie breathe in pain. Taylor nods, knowing that Karlie and her kidnappers can see her, as well as the whole world. "She kidnapped me so that she and the company she works for, can protect me." She says, her voice shaky.

Taylor takes a deep breath. "There's a big group of criminals, kidnapping and killing celebrities and famous people like.. me. They did this multiple times before, with other famous people. And so theres a group of special, secret agents to protect people like myself." Taylor tries explaining through her sobs. She sees Tree nodding and continues since she doesn't hear Karlie say anything yet.

"This agency of secret agents is called the Celebrity Saving Program. Or well, the CSP." She says. "Karlie is one of their best secret agents." Taylor stops talking then, not really knowing what she is supposed to say now.


"He..he wants you to.. talk about us.." Karlie whispers, her voice scared. "The.. details, he says. He says he wants you to feel ashamed and embarrassed."


Taylor nods and swallows. "Karlie and I.. we.. grew close.." She starts hesitantly. When she doesn't hear Karlie say anything, she continues. "We fell in love in these months we spent together."

Tree nods at Taylor, showing her she's on the right path. "I love Karlie." Taylor says, tears streaming out out of her eyes. "I love her so much." She says, her voice soft and broken. "And I will do everything to secure her safety."

"The address is emailed to you." Karlie says, she talks softly, almost in a whisper. 

"Karlie, I love you." Taylor sobs into the camera, knowing the line will cut off soon.

She hears a lot of shouting and screaming before a monotone beep fills her ears.

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A/N

Hi, happy new year everyone! This chapter is quite dark, I know. But yeah ehm, I hope you enjoyed reading it anyway. Could you let me know? I would like to know your opinions! 

Oh and if you'd like, please check out my Camren story, it's called 'Potions'. I've just updated the cover art and it has five chapters up now so yeah. 

More updates of both soon!

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