Jackson stood behind you as he finished tying your ankles and your waist to the chair, not allowing you anyway to escape the rope from how tight it was. He however tied your hands not to the chair but instead to the table in front of you, positioning them so your palms were firmly pressed to the wooden surface of the table, the tops of your hands facing upwards. Once he was confident you wouldn't escape and was perfectly positioned he let out a low hum of approval before moving to sit on the opposite side of the table.

Once he was sat down, he pulled out a small black bag, the contents clinking against each other as he set it down. He slowly unzipped the bag and carefully set out the small colorful bottles in a straight line before you, making sure all of the colors were visible. Once he was done he leaned back into his chair and looked across the table at you, his expression hard to read with the black mask he had covering the lower half of his face.

"Which color?" Jackson lowly mumbled as he gestured to the nail polish bottles in front of you. He wanted to do your nails, but he wanted to make sure you couldn't get away.