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Chapter 26: Cinema (Act 8)
Her phone buzzed again, breaking her thoughts. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he wrote. Lina stared at the screen, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to say no, to end this before it went any further. But when she finally typed out her response, the words surprised even her: “I don’t know…”
But then, like a splash of cold water, reality hit her. Rahim. Their unborn child. The life they had built together. She shook her head, her fingers flying over the screen as she typed out another message. “I can’t meet you. It’s wrong.” She sent it, her heart sinking as she did.
The man assured her, he wouldn’t do anything without her consent. He just wanted to meet and talk to her first. Lina hesitated, then asked if he was coming alone or if there would be others—she was nervous about her safety. He replied calmly, “It’ll just be me.”
As Lina contemplated her next action, the man sent her an online ticket with a QR code. “I’ll join you once you’re seated,” he said. Lina glanced at the ticket. It was for a foreign film. She assumed he’d chosen it for privacy, given the minimal audience.
Another text came in, this time with a request: “Wear your sexiest lingerie.” Lina cursed herself for letting things get this far. After a long pause, she replied with a simple “We’ll see,” to which he sent back a heart icon.
Later, alone in the quiet of the night, Lina rewatched the videos he’d sent. She’d never experienced anything like this before, and despite herself, she felt a flicker of arousal. But the clock showed 3 a.m., and she forced herself to sleep beside Rahim, her heart racing with anticipation and guilt for what was to come at 2 p.m.
By noon, she was alone in the house, fidgeting nervously. Rahim had left for work, and Lina couldn’t bring herself to eat. She wrestled with her conscience, questioning whether she was already cheating or if meeting him was just a way to end things once and for all. But the fear of giving in to temptation gnawed at her.
At 1:30 p.m., after a long internal struggle, she called a cab and made her way to the cinema. Her nerves were on edge the entire ride, her mind a whirlwind of doubt and desire. When she finally arrived, the weight of her decision pressed heavily on her chest as she stepped into the dimly lit lobby.
She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the soft fabric of her blouse. The man had asked her to wear her sexiest lingerie, and she had obeyed, slipping into a black lace bra and matching panties earlier that morning. The thought of it made her cheeks flush, the delicate fabric feeling somehow both comforting and suffocating against her skin. She adjusted the straps under her shirt, thankful for the loose fit of her dress. It hid the evidence of her betrayal well enough.
Lina’s fingers trembled as she clutched the ticket in her hand, the QR code glaring up at her like a silent invitation. The cinema loomed ahead, its glowing marquee buzzing faintly against the afternoon sun. She hesitated at the entrance, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure the usher could hear it. What am I doing? she thought, her stomach churning with a mix of anticipation and guilt. She glanced at her phone one last time, hoping for some sign, some excuse to turn back. But the screen remained blank, offering no reprieve.
The usherer scanned her ticket with a bored expression, barely glancing at her as he waved her through. Lina stepped into the dimly lit hallway, the scent of popcorn and stale air filling her nostrils. The theater was nearly empty, just as she had expected. Her footsteps echoed softly as she made her way to her seat, her eyes darting around nervously. He said he’d sit next to me, she reminded herself, her pulse quickening at the thought.
She found her seat in the corner, the isolation of it both comforting and unnerving. The movie had already started, its muted dialogue and soft music creating a surreal backdrop to her internal turmoil. She sat down slowly, smoothing her dress over her thighs as she tried to steady her breathing. The seat beside her was empty, just as she had hoped or feared. She couldn’t decide which.
Minutes ticked by, each one stretching out longer than the last. Lina kept her eyes glued to the screen, though she barely registered what was happening. Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more tantalizing than the last. What if he doesn’t show up? What if he does? She crossed her legs tightly, the heat between them growing with every passing second.
Finally, she felt a presence beside her. A soft rustling of fabric, the faint creak of a seat being occupied. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, she turned her head, her eyes meeting his in the dim light. He was tall, his broad shoulders outlined by the faint glow of the screen. His face was shadowed, but his eyes was sharp, piercing and locked onto hers with an intensity that made her shiver.
“You came,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. It sent a jolt of electricity through her, her body responding before her mind could protest. Lina nodded, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, taking in every detail, the flush of her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, unsure where to rest. “I…I didn’t think you’d actually be here,” she finally whispered, her voice trembling.
He leaned closer, his arm brushing against hers as he settled into the seat. The contact was fleeting, but it sent a wave of warmth through her body, making her pulse quicken. “I told you I’d be waiting,” he said, his tone teasing yet soothing. “Did you doubt me?”
Lina shook her head quickly, too quickly. “No, of course not. I just…” She trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence. How could she explain the storm of emotions raging inside her.
He reached over, his fingers lightly grazing her hand where it rested on the armrest. The touch was barely there, but it was enough to make her breath hitch. “Relax,” he said softly, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. “We’re just here to talk. Nothing more.”
She nodded again, though she didn’t quite believe him. His touch was already sending shivers up her arm, her body betraying her resolve. She tried to focus on the movie, but his presence was overwhelming, filling her senses until she could hardly think straight.
He shifted slightly, his leg brushing against hers under the narrow armrest divider. Lina’s breath caught again, her heart racing as she felt the heat of him so close. She uncrossed her legs, her knees bumping against his as if by accident. Was it an accident? She wasn’t sure anymore.
His hand moved from hers to rest on her thigh, the weight of it sending a jolt of electricity through her. She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into the touch, her body responding despite herself. His fingers traced slow patterns on her skin through the fabric of her dress, each stroke sending a spark of pleasure through her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
“You’re so tense,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety in her ear. His breath was warm against her neck, making goosebumps rise on her skin. “Let me help you relax.”
Lina’s lips parted as if to protest, but no words came out. Her body betrayed her for a moment, leaning into his touch as his hand slid higher up her thigh. But then she caught herself, her conscience screaming at her to stop. She quickly pushed his hand away, her voice trembling but firm. “We’re here to talk. Nothing more,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
The man leaned back slightly, his hands retreating as he nodded. “Of course,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Go on, I’m listening.”
Lina took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she gathered her thoughts. “Last night… the texts, the photos. It was a mistake,” she began, her voice shaky but determined. “And what happened yesterday, with the… the handjob. That was worse. I can’t forgive myself for it. Please, just forget about me. Forget this ever happened.”
The man didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that made her shift uncomfortably in her seat. “You’re beautiful,” he said finally, his voice soft but unwavering. “Graceful, even now, in your condition. I’ve never met anyone like you.” He paused, his eyes searching hers. “But I think you did what you did because your husband has been neglecting you. Am I wrong?”
Lina flinched, his words hitting too close to home. She opened her mouth to deny it, but the truth lodged itself in her throat. She looked away, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “It doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “I can’t… I can’t keep doing this. It’s wrong.”
“Is it?” he asked, his tone gentle but probing. “Think about it like this: If a man is starving and steals a loaf of bread to feed himself, is that a crime? Yes, by law. But morally? Does it make him a bad person? Or is it just desperation?” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Your husband is depriving you of something you need...love, attention, affection. I’m willing to give that to you, and it’ll be our secret. No one has to know.”
Lina shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s not the same,” she protested weakly. “This is different. This is… betrayal.”
“Is it?” he countered, his tone still calm. “Or is it survival? You’re a woman with needs. Needs that aren’t being met. That’s not your fault.”
She tried to argue, to find the words to counter him, but he had an answer for everything. The more she spoke, the more she felt her resolve crumbling. She couldn’t deny the truth in his words, even if she hated to admit it.
Finally, he placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch light but grounding. “Let’s just forget about all of this for now,” he said softly. “No pressure. Let’s leave it to fate.”
Her phone buzzed again, breaking her thoughts. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he wrote. Lina stared at the screen, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to say no, to end this before it went any further. But when she finally typed out her response, the words surprised even her: “I don’t know…”
But then, like a splash of cold water, reality hit her. Rahim. Their unborn child. The life they had built together. She shook her head, her fingers flying over the screen as she typed out another message. “I can’t meet you. It’s wrong.” She sent it, her heart sinking as she did.
The man assured her, he wouldn’t do anything without her consent. He just wanted to meet and talk to her first. Lina hesitated, then asked if he was coming alone or if there would be others—she was nervous about her safety. He replied calmly, “It’ll just be me.”
As Lina contemplated her next action, the man sent her an online ticket with a QR code. “I’ll join you once you’re seated,” he said. Lina glanced at the ticket. It was for a foreign film. She assumed he’d chosen it for privacy, given the minimal audience.
Another text came in, this time with a request: “Wear your sexiest lingerie.” Lina cursed herself for letting things get this far. After a long pause, she replied with a simple “We’ll see,” to which he sent back a heart icon.
Later, alone in the quiet of the night, Lina rewatched the videos he’d sent. She’d never experienced anything like this before, and despite herself, she felt a flicker of arousal. But the clock showed 3 a.m., and she forced herself to sleep beside Rahim, her heart racing with anticipation and guilt for what was to come at 2 p.m.
By noon, she was alone in the house, fidgeting nervously. Rahim had left for work, and Lina couldn’t bring herself to eat. She wrestled with her conscience, questioning whether she was already cheating or if meeting him was just a way to end things once and for all. But the fear of giving in to temptation gnawed at her.
At 1:30 p.m., after a long internal struggle, she called a cab and made her way to the cinema. Her nerves were on edge the entire ride, her mind a whirlwind of doubt and desire. When she finally arrived, the weight of her decision pressed heavily on her chest as she stepped into the dimly lit lobby.
She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the soft fabric of her blouse. The man had asked her to wear her sexiest lingerie, and she had obeyed, slipping into a black lace bra and matching panties earlier that morning. The thought of it made her cheeks flush, the delicate fabric feeling somehow both comforting and suffocating against her skin. She adjusted the straps under her shirt, thankful for the loose fit of her dress. It hid the evidence of her betrayal well enough.
Lina’s fingers trembled as she clutched the ticket in her hand, the QR code glaring up at her like a silent invitation. The cinema loomed ahead, its glowing marquee buzzing faintly against the afternoon sun. She hesitated at the entrance, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure the usher could hear it. What am I doing? she thought, her stomach churning with a mix of anticipation and guilt. She glanced at her phone one last time, hoping for some sign, some excuse to turn back. But the screen remained blank, offering no reprieve.
The usherer scanned her ticket with a bored expression, barely glancing at her as he waved her through. Lina stepped into the dimly lit hallway, the scent of popcorn and stale air filling her nostrils. The theater was nearly empty, just as she had expected. Her footsteps echoed softly as she made her way to her seat, her eyes darting around nervously. He said he’d sit next to me, she reminded herself, her pulse quickening at the thought.
She found her seat in the corner, the isolation of it both comforting and unnerving. The movie had already started, its muted dialogue and soft music creating a surreal backdrop to her internal turmoil. She sat down slowly, smoothing her dress over her thighs as she tried to steady her breathing. The seat beside her was empty, just as she had hoped or feared. She couldn’t decide which.
Minutes ticked by, each one stretching out longer than the last. Lina kept her eyes glued to the screen, though she barely registered what was happening. Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more tantalizing than the last. What if he doesn’t show up? What if he does? She crossed her legs tightly, the heat between them growing with every passing second.
Finally, she felt a presence beside her. A soft rustling of fabric, the faint creak of a seat being occupied. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, she turned her head, her eyes meeting his in the dim light. He was tall, his broad shoulders outlined by the faint glow of the screen. His face was shadowed, but his eyes was sharp, piercing and locked onto hers with an intensity that made her shiver.
“You came,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. It sent a jolt of electricity through her, her body responding before her mind could protest. Lina nodded, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, taking in every detail, the flush of her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, unsure where to rest. “I…I didn’t think you’d actually be here,” she finally whispered, her voice trembling.
He leaned closer, his arm brushing against hers as he settled into the seat. The contact was fleeting, but it sent a wave of warmth through her body, making her pulse quicken. “I told you I’d be waiting,” he said, his tone teasing yet soothing. “Did you doubt me?”
Lina shook her head quickly, too quickly. “No, of course not. I just…” She trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence. How could she explain the storm of emotions raging inside her.
He reached over, his fingers lightly grazing her hand where it rested on the armrest. The touch was barely there, but it was enough to make her breath hitch. “Relax,” he said softly, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. “We’re just here to talk. Nothing more.”
She nodded again, though she didn’t quite believe him. His touch was already sending shivers up her arm, her body betraying her resolve. She tried to focus on the movie, but his presence was overwhelming, filling her senses until she could hardly think straight.
He shifted slightly, his leg brushing against hers under the narrow armrest divider. Lina’s breath caught again, her heart racing as she felt the heat of him so close. She uncrossed her legs, her knees bumping against his as if by accident. Was it an accident? She wasn’t sure anymore.
His hand moved from hers to rest on her thigh, the weight of it sending a jolt of electricity through her. She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into the touch, her body responding despite herself. His fingers traced slow patterns on her skin through the fabric of her dress, each stroke sending a spark of pleasure through her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
“You’re so tense,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety in her ear. His breath was warm against her neck, making goosebumps rise on her skin. “Let me help you relax.”
Lina’s lips parted as if to protest, but no words came out. Her body betrayed her for a moment, leaning into his touch as his hand slid higher up her thigh. But then she caught herself, her conscience screaming at her to stop. She quickly pushed his hand away, her voice trembling but firm. “We’re here to talk. Nothing more,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
The man leaned back slightly, his hands retreating as he nodded. “Of course,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Go on, I’m listening.”
Lina took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she gathered her thoughts. “Last night… the texts, the photos. It was a mistake,” she began, her voice shaky but determined. “And what happened yesterday, with the… the handjob. That was worse. I can’t forgive myself for it. Please, just forget about me. Forget this ever happened.”
The man didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that made her shift uncomfortably in her seat. “You’re beautiful,” he said finally, his voice soft but unwavering. “Graceful, even now, in your condition. I’ve never met anyone like you.” He paused, his eyes searching hers. “But I think you did what you did because your husband has been neglecting you. Am I wrong?”
Lina flinched, his words hitting too close to home. She opened her mouth to deny it, but the truth lodged itself in her throat. She looked away, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “It doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “I can’t… I can’t keep doing this. It’s wrong.”
“Is it?” he asked, his tone gentle but probing. “Think about it like this: If a man is starving and steals a loaf of bread to feed himself, is that a crime? Yes, by law. But morally? Does it make him a bad person? Or is it just desperation?” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Your husband is depriving you of something you need...love, attention, affection. I’m willing to give that to you, and it’ll be our secret. No one has to know.”
Lina shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s not the same,” she protested weakly. “This is different. This is… betrayal.”
“Is it?” he countered, his tone still calm. “Or is it survival? You’re a woman with needs. Needs that aren’t being met. That’s not your fault.”
She tried to argue, to find the words to counter him, but he had an answer for everything. The more she spoke, the more she felt her resolve crumbling. She couldn’t deny the truth in his words, even if she hated to admit it.
Finally, he placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch light but grounding. “Let’s just forget about all of this for now,” he said softly. “No pressure. Let’s leave it to fate.”
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