The act took forever. No one, except for maybe Dragomir himself, was especially comfortable with it. It was in turns depressing and nauseating. The boy lost hope quickly, his screams turning into choking sobs that decreased in volume and intensity. Dragomir's sloppy old man style chewing noises pleased no one. Ellen nearly jumped at the slap of the bloody body hitting the theater floor.
“Oh right... our turn. Goody.”