Levi was sitting in front row. his legs were crossed. in one hand he had a glass of champagne the other held the leash which was attached to Lola harness. she was taking a nap at his feet. his eyes glued to the stage as the hostes reavled what was underneath the blanket. you, inside a cage. you were thin, scars litering your frail body. a blindfold over your eyes and a gag in your mouth.
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