Terry slowly trailed his hand up the length of my thigh. He stopped at the meatiest point, just beneath my hip and squeezed.

I wanted to bolt from the table. I wanted to elbow him in the ribs or kick at his shins.

All I could actually do was sit very still and try not to draw attention from the cameras or the guests, while simultaneously trying to only get Julian to notice.

However, every time Julian glanced at me, his attention was immediately claimed again by Joyce sitting beside me. It was strange to hear him talk so much, especially when the topics. seemed to be entirely superfluous.

“Did you watch that television show the other night?” Joyce asked.

“I don’t watch a lot of TV,” Julian replied.

“It was such a good episode.”

Julian nodded, and glanced back at me.

I widened my eyes.

“Did you hear what happened to Aunt Ruby?” Joyce said.

Julian’s eyes went to Joyce again. “No, what?”

“She bought another dog.”

Julian huffed a laugh. “Don’t word it like that, then, Joyce. You made it sound like it was something serious.”

a

“Yeah, but…”

focused on proving Joyce wrong, that he did not look at me again for a long moment. When he did, it was only for a

was rubbing his hand on my thigh, back and forth. His fingers

his hand right along with me, keeping it affixed to my leg like he had glued

coaxed his hand between my thighs, undoubtedly wrinkling my dress. Though my dress was the very last of my worries at the moment,

to die for.” He speared a piece of the meat and held his fork out for me

off of his fork felt overly intimate. It had even garnered the attention of

be like a slap in the face. I might as well show myself out now for how much standing

disgust swirled

and accepted the bite of meat from Terry’s

girl,” Terry said, and I wanted to

a glass shattered.

eyes shot opened.

glass so tightly it shattered. Blood dripped down from his

Don’t know your own strength perhaps?” Terry was absolutely delighted by the display and made no attempts to hide it. “You should go clean yourself up before you stain the

who nodded in return, Nicholas excused

away the glass shards and replaced the broken cup with a

me. He leaned in and whispered, “Now that we’re alone…”

on my upper knee.

that only made him grab me tighter. His fingers bit into my skin, likely

trapped, a cornered animal with nowhere to go. No

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