The next thing I knew, we were in the air and the sky was dark. Leo sat next to me, his gaze focused on his laptop. His arm was on the arm rest and I used my elbow to push it off.
I turned on the plane television when suddenly he pushed my arm off. I elbowed him again and he did the same.
"Can you stop?" I asked, kicking his foot. I took both my hands and shoved his arm onto his lap.
I felt a hand on my knee and I flinched.
"You've got another arm rest on your other side," he reached across me and pushed my elbow into it.
"Ouch!" I grabbed my elbow dramatically and placed my other elbow on top of his. He sighed and stood up.
I crossed my arms smugly and used both arm rests. Five minutes or so passed until Leo came back. He was pale and his lips were pushed together. I raised my eyebrows at him.
"What?" I asked. He chuckled and sat down, tilting his head back and going to sleep.
By the time the flight landed, the lights had turned on and people began to stand.
We exited just as fast as we boarded and I soon arrived at the hotel.
"Greetings!" a fat man shouted, his voice echoing down the hallway. "Please put in your costume and join us for the party at seven!"
My heart leaped in excitement and I found my room. I put on the pink silk dress and cured my hair, dotting sparkly pink eyeshadow on my eyelids.
The party room was dark and maroon lights flashed from the ceiling. There were twelve or so people there, each sipping cocktails.
I recognized most of their costumes, one as Freddy Krueger and another as Hannibal Lector.
I downed a few shots and began to dance.
I shut my eyes and swayed my hips to the beat. My waist moved swiftly and men around me made ooh and ah noises as I rolled my body. I tucked my long hair behind my ears and raised my arms in the air as many others joined me on the floor. I kicked off my shoes and kept swinging.
My movements stopped short as I felt soft hands slide around my waist. I turned my head to see a tall man in a huge white mask. It was Ghostface.
He spun me around and pulled me to the corner of the dance floor as he wrapped his fingers around my neck.
"I wonder how that gorgeous mouth of yours sounds when it screams," his fingernails dug into my skin.
I grinded against him to the beat of the music.
"With or without the S?" I whispered, feeling his bulge against me.
"Lioness, your dress is pulling up," he murmured into my ear as he pulled it down.
Suddenly I placed his raspy voice. The man from the plane. The man who called the cops.
"It's you!" I cried, pushing him back. But he only pulled me in closer.
"Darling lioness," he hissed against my cheek. "That bulge in my crotch wasn't just my dick," I heard a clicking noise as he pulled out a gun. Fuck. What had I expected? I was dancing with a bunch of killers.
"You're going to dance with me and you're going to like it," he pointed the gun against my hip.
"I have a better idea," I grabbed his mask and pulled it down, gazing into his blue eyes. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bathroom.
His eyes flickered and his crotch grew. He was falling for it.
I opened the bathroom door and shoved him against the wall, grabbing the gun and pushing it into his hair. It was slightly damp-he had obviously put product in it- and it tickled my fingertips.
"Pull the trigger," he took his finger and traced my thigh.
"Stop," I breathlessly cried. Before I could stop myself I let out a moan. I tried to form an excuse but I kept slurring my words.
He used his other arm to trace my arms as he made his way to the gun. But I was focused on his first hand.
I felt his silver ring against my stomach as he found the tip of my lace underwear. The pace of my breath escalated.
He took the gun from my hand and pushed me away.
"You're too drunk for this lioness,"
"Are you fucking kidding? I didn't want it anyway," I poked my finger into his chest.
"You definitely did," he laughed.
"I'm not that easy," I whined.
"You're more of a whore than you think," he chuckled and left. I screamed and stomped my foot on the ground.
I left the party early and found my room. I placed my head on the pillow and shut my eyes.
The next thing I knew I heard water running. I jolted awake and gasped when I saw a tall man in a towel.
"Again?" I cried, identifying Leo. "Why are you so obsessed with me?"
"You seemed pretty angry," he whispered with a smirk. "Had to make sure you're okay,"
"How sweet," I said sarcastically. His hair was wet and dripping on his face and I saw his rock hard abs.
"You can leave now," I demanded. He raised his palms in the air as to surrender and he turned to the door. But it was locked.
"It won't budge," he murmured, trying it harder. I groaned and jumped up, trying to open it. It didn't work for me either.
"Fuck," we both muttered in unison.
"Shit, I forgot," he whispered.
"What?" I cried.
"They lock the doors at midnight,"
