Honey.

I was quiet throughout the flight to Las Vegas. He had ensured I was tied to a seat and wasn’t even allowed to ease myself.

Throughout the flight, I kept thinking about the deadly glint in his eyes when he had shot that man. How little he had cared about taking away one’s life. And right now, he had my life in his palm. Gosh, I closed my eyes. I didn’t even want to think about whatever he had planned out for me in Las Vegas.

I just wanted to go back home to my parents. I ...