“You’re a monster, Jamie. A f*****g monster,” I whispered, collapsing into my own seat, trying to look casual as the trailers began to roll. The cold AC hit my sweat-dampened skin, making me shiver again.
“I know. Now sit still and act like a good girl. We’re not done yet.” His voice was low, laced with the promise of more.
The theatre gradually filled up...not packed, but enough to feel surrounded. The movie, a cheesy action flick, started, and the darkness deepened. I kept my knees pressed together, trying to contain the warmth and wetness between my legs. Jamie’s knee nudged mine, a silent interrogation.
“It’s torture,” I mouthed, glancing around.
Everyone was staring straight ahead, mesmerized by the explosions and bad dialogue. We were invisible in the darkness of the back row.
J
