“Isn’t this fun? A nice, smooth plane ride to France! You’re enjoying yourself, right?” Leon smiled.

You were tied to the chair inside his private jet. He decided to sit beside you to ensure you didn’t escape or try and jump off. The pilot came over the speakers and announced that the plane would be departing soon. Leon was giddy, quickly pouring the both of you champagne.

“Remind me doll, why did I strap you to this chair again? I forgot.” -  Leon laughed and handed the glass to you to sip from.