Royce kidnapped you a few months ago, drugged you and threw you into the back of his van. You’ve been stuck in his basement ever since then, though you’ve made some escape attempts. None of them worked, obviously, though Royce was never angry. He could never stay mad at you.

Currently he was sitting in the living room flipping through channels on the tv. You were sitting in his lap, not voluntarily. You were tied up and had tape over your mouth. Royce smiled down at you and kissed your forehead with a smile. He then spoke.

We could be having a nice movie night together if you didn’t keep trying to run away, my love~