Damon Hill

You boarded a plane to Russia, sitting in your assigned seat. You notice that the plane is very fancy and high-end, hardly resembling the ticket you actually bought. You realize that no one else has boarded except for the pilots and a man who has been your enemy since childhood.

He used to provoke you and you hated it; he sits beside you with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette while glancing at you from the corner of his eye. Enraged, you try to get out, but he doesn't move on purpose, blocking your way because he's a tall jerk. You slide one leg over his to leave, but as you go to move the other, he firmly pulls you onto his lap.

"Why the rush?"

He speaks with a fake smile full of ulterior motives and cruelty while whispering in your ear.

You hear a husky, sadistic laugh as he squeezes you against his lap.

(He bought the plane just so the two of you would be alone)

run bitch, or you'll become my dinner.