Damien patted her head while holding her closely. He knew the theater meant a lot to Penny and she enjoyed it. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep her away from the things that made her happy and keep her busy with work where her mother wanted to kill her.
Right now he needed to get rid of the threats which could not only kill Penny but also him. Of course, it was another matter that they would find each other again in the next life and the next after that but he wanted to keep both of them alive for now.
When the guests had finally seated themselves, the music started from the front of the stage. The tempo of the music slowly moved from the base to the top which touched the ceiling and every part and corner of the theater.
The actor and actress came out as the curtains were pulled apart from either side. Wearing rich clothes that resembled any other elite who had come to witness and enjoy the play today. With the music and dialogues which she could hear, Penny glued her eyes on the stage. It was a play that she had never heard of which made her curious about where the story was going.
When they were into the play for ten to fifteen minutes, it was then she noticed that there were no book pamphlets of the play which was in the room. It was common for the book pamphlets to be handed to the guests during a play but with the lack of it, it slowly started to sink into her mind where she came to realize that this wasn’t the usual play.
Taking the wine which she had placed to rest next to her side, she took quick sips from it to reduce the dryness in her throat.
“Don’t drink it so quickly, mouse. You will get drunk soon,” Damien advised her without moving his own eyes away from the stage as if he was concentrating on it.
“Damien,” she called him over the sounds of the dialogues still passing on the stage with the light music that came out soft and occasionally without tampering the actor and actress’ voice during the act, “Is this not the regular play?”
By now, Penny had turned her head to look at Damien, her eyes taking in his strong masculine features in the little amount of light as curtains had been pulled over the candles on the walls to dim the atmosphere of the theater so that people could concentrate fully on the stage.
“What do you think?” his question made it obvious that it was not.
“I thought the night theater took place only at the time of midnight.” Damien finally turned his head, his eyes staring deep into hers.
“I got it moved.”
“Moved?”
“Yes,” he replied back to her question, “I got the timings changed for today to fit our schedule. Booking the seats of the regular play and having them move it now. Isn’t that good?”
Penny stared back at him, “They agreed just like that?”
“Money makes the world go round, mouse,” Damien replied back to say, “How are you finding the play so far?”
“It is very nice,” there was a sliver of tension in her voice which wasn’t a bad one but it wasn’t either a good one as her mind drifted back to the play. The anticipation in her mind and body turning the heat up in the small room.
As more time passed, the time finally came where the man caught his wife talking to another man. His anger showing in his voice as he spoke to the woman, the actress there who appeared to give him an oblivious look to get back to him as she had seen him talking to another woman. It was a misunderstanding between the man and the woman here who loved each other.
With the setup on the stage that had changed to one to be of a house with the bed awaiting, the man pulled the woman to their bedroom. Penny’s own heart skipped when the man pushed the woman on the bed. Clothes came off both the character and her face turned red, not moving her eyes away from the scene but at the same time feeling aware of Damien sitting next to her calmly without a change of expression.
The music that was placed took to different heights and she watched the man starting to kiss the woman, his hands holding her down.
When Damien’s hand touched hers, Penny looked at him startled, “Your heart has been beating quite a lot. Are you turned on?” came the unfiltered words from Master Damien’s mouth. He pressed the tip of her fingers with pressure which sent a bolt of electricity through her body, reaching between her legs and she suddenly turned breathless.
Damien was only holding her hand yet simple touch of his hand had sent her body spiraling. Was it because of what was in front of them? With his other hand, he placed it below her chin while pulling her head close to him, his lips hovered above her own. Playing with her without letting her get too close to him. Realizing what he was doing, Penny stopped following his moments to hear the woman on the stage cry loud when the man started to suck on one of the mounds on the actress’ chest.
Penny remembered Damien telling her on how he was going to punish her for not listening to him when he had asked her to keep herself away from the book of spells. But those were only his teasing remarks.He stood up, pulling her along with him. He walked towards her and it took less than three steps for Penny to hit her back against the glass through which they had been viewing the stage, “People will see,” she said, her mouth going dry.
The shadow that fell on Damien’s face made him look daunting, “You don’t have to worry about that. The glass won’t let anyone see what happens in here,” he said, leaning closer to her.
