Rick Sanchez x Reader - Lust, Infatuation |Not a love story|(ON HOLD)

chapter 3 pt. 3

He grumbled something I couldn't hear.         Well someone's grumpy.                I could feel him shift in his seat a bit. Clearly I'm the only one enjoying myself being a nuisance. I lean back in my seat and get comfortable. I'm devouring my candy while watching the movie. A few scenes later, the man's face was an expression of pure evil, perversion, full on predator stalking his prey written all over his face. The antagonist was watching his next victim, getting ready to attack.          Oh fuck yeah, you make that face baby, get that bitch, rip her apart.             Rick clears his throat and I snap out of my thoughts, I realize I've been licking and sucking on my Xtremes and shove it in my mouth so it's not a distraction anymore.           Oops.               I eat some popcorn instead, watching the killer lock the door to the room the victim was in. The click grabs her attention and she turns around and starts screaming.             God I hate when they scream like that.               The killer starts crossing the room and puts his gloved finger to his lips to let her know she needs to shut the fuck up. She starts whimpering loudly and annoyingly, a failed attempt to suppress her screams. He ungloves his hand and grabs her throat, slamming her into the wall. I unintentionally clenched my legs together and gulp hard, the popcorn tub hopping up a little but not spilling anything because there was a good amount I had already eaten. I could feel Rick look over, I hope that the darkness of the theater masks my otherwise obvious blushed face.                 Fucking fuck, chill out.                The killer keeps his grip on her throat as she unsuccessfully tries too peel his hands away, her legs thrashing under her. My mouth gets really wet and I lick my lips, feeling parched even though my salivary glands are overreacting to the stupid scene. I sip my drink little by little to make it last. Getting up right now would not be ideal.

The woman gets thrown to the ground and the killer sits on her, straddling her and pinning her hands with one arm. The other held a knife and he cut her shirt open, immediately after, he slowly, lightly traces an invisible straight line from under her breastbone down to about two inches under her bellybutton. I felt a tingle go down my torso in the exact same spot. Without a single notice he reaches his arm back and plunges the knife into her stomach and rips her open. He repeats it in the same manner like three times and her bloody screams finally stopped. I realized my mouth was slightly open and I could feel that the ends were curling up but I was too busy holding my stomach and pressing my knees together because of the warm fuzzy feeling the scene gave me.                This is why I stopped watching horror movies with people.               He wipes each side of his blade on her jeans to get the excess blood off and crams her body into a garbage bag sized, tan, cloth sack. Pulling the string to close the bag he then drags her across the room, unlocking the door and exiting. I noticed I was biting my lip when summer grabbed my arm and I bit down, hearing a pop, before turning to see her. I raised my brows at her as to ask what she needed.

"Dude I don't think I can finish this movie, it makes my stomach gross. I didn't know it would be this graphic. I was thinking chainsaw in a dark forest, you know? Where we can't see shit. Not well lit, carpeted room and perfect view of her murder." She attempted to whisper the whole comment. I chuckled and she raises her eyebrows.

"Really?" I couldn't keep back my laugh so I just kind of bobbed while trying to keep my mouth closed.

"(Y/n)" she whined.

"Okay, okay, here," I handed her my cup and she snatches it. "Zayumm girl chill out." I laugh a little. She elbows me with scrunched eyebrows. "Ow" I whisper loudly and grab my side to be dramatic and bother her. She just kept sipping.                I better not fucking get in trouble for this.              I try to sneak a look at Rick to see if he saw and the nigga was looking right the fuck at me through semi squinted eyes. His head was only halfway turned towards me, still comfortably laid back in his seat. I give him a struggled and awkward 'oops' face. And all he does is reach over and wipe my lip with his thumb and smear the blood between his thumb and index finger. I start to lick the wound  then quickly bring a napkin to my lip to clean my shit up, my buzz clearly didn't let me feel the injury. "Thanks." I manage to say with my bottom lip smushed behind the napkin. I turn to look at the screen, ignoring the fact that Rick had wiped blood off my lip and was playing with it.           Ooohhhhhh god, shitty shit fuck fuck me fuck shit.               I'm also trying to figure out how Summer didn't say anything about it. I swear I thought I saw him lick his thumb in my peripheral vision but that'd be fucking crazy. Rick brings his knees slightly up, widening the space between his legs, knees far apart. One was really close to me but I made sure to keep my eyes on the screen and avoid any further contact because I was already soaked enough. Anything more and my state would be excruciatingly obvious. I try not suck on my lip out of habit but it's hard not to. I continue to watch the movie and eat popcorn after snatching my almost empty cup from Summer. This child best not act a fool because I will be pissed if I actually get in trouble over her not handling her shit.