Chapter 33

The air around Glen was almost cold in comparison to his boiling blood. For a moment the world went hazy as Glen was overcome by the urge to rip off Stephan’s cock and beat him with it. Fear of a mental slip snapped him back to sanity, for the time being.

Stephan and the guys he had been smoking with were back in the theatre by the time Glen got there. However, they were still in the lobby, and Stephan was headed for the bathrooms. Glen followed silently. It wasn’t until the door creaked again from Glen’s entrance that Stephan noticed him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Stephan said. Glen had expected him to appear scared or guilty when confronted, but he was only annoyed, if anything. He shrugged Glen off like an insignificant fan and unzipped his pants in front of a urinal.

“You fucking son of a fucking bitch,” Glen spat, storming over to Stephan, who barely batted an eye.