Haunting-Adeline

The girl gets off on fear. The moment I realized she was turned on by the
terror I ins ll in her—there was no chance of me ever le ng her go. She
was fucking made for me.
“Shh, baby girl,” I whisper, silencing her weak protests. Her mouth
audibly clicks shut, and this me I don’t bother restraining the smile.
Too easy.
Gently, I open the doors, s cking my head inside to look around. It takes
a moment for my eyes to adjust, but my smile widens when I get a good
look at the darkened room.
I look back at Addie, allowing her to see my shit-ea ng grin. Her eyes
round and another protest builds on her sharp li le tongue.
Yanking her inside, I quickly shut the door behind her and let her take in
the room, once more silencing her objec ons.
A movie theater.
Ten rows of comfortable red chairs line the walls and in front of it is a
massive screen, the sides curving to the adjoining walls to fill the viewer’s
peripheral vision. It gives the effect that you’re inside the movie, and I
know just the type of movie to watch.
I note the padded walls and ghtly sealed doors. This room is
soundproof, and I’m nearly weak in the knees with how perfect this night is
turning out to be.
“Zade, whatever you’re planning…” her voice trails off when I make my
way to the projector in the back of the room.
There’s a display screen, showing the controls of the projector, along
with thousands of op ons of movies to watch. Some of these haven’t even
hit theaters yet.
I select the latest horror movie, set to come out in a couple of months.
Which means Addie hasn’t seen it, and the experience will be en rely new.
Hopefully, it’s a good one and has the desired effect I’m looking for.
“Zade, we shouldn’t be in here,” she says, backing away towards the
door.
I chuckle. “Always following the rules,” I observe, messing with the
bu ons on the screen. “Tell me, li le mouse, are you close with your
father?”
She sniffs. “Why would you even ask that?”