Day 13 is supposed to be 'picture day'. The alternate theme for today was 'blood blossoms'.
I interpreted 'picture day' a little broadly...
Danny shifted in his bonds. He'd been tied up before but never like this, never in such plush, normal surroundings. The seats were red velvet, the room dim, and there was a 20 foot screen before him. The glowing ecto-ropes keeping him bound seemed even more out of place because of it all.
He should have expected this from the fruitloop sitting next to him. The bastard even had the audacity to bring in a small bag of popcorn. The smell of salt and melted butter did nothing to calm Danny's bruised and confused ego.
"Why am I here?" Danny demanded.
"Quiet," Vlad said. He held up the remote and clicked a button. The lights darkened and the screen lit up. "The picture's starting."
"'Picture'? What, are you serious? Is it the 1920s and I just wasn't told?" Danny pouted, straining against his bonds.
"I said quiet, Daniel, or I'll make you watch this alone."
Danny squinted at the screen then back to Vlad. Vlad just sat there calmly eating his popcorn, leaning back in his seat, completely comfortable. As if Danny wasn't tied up next to him. "Can I at least have some popcorn?" Danny asked.
"This is supposed to be torture, Daniel," Vlad warned. "You don't get popcorn. You don't get a good picture, either. You're lucky I didn't want to hurt you too much or I'd have left you here alone."
Danny looked up at the movie screen. Sure it looked dull and the title was stupid and the colors were all washed out and there was absolutely nothing going on but surely a simple movie couldn't be torture. Could it?
An hour and a half later Vlad tossed his empty popcorn bag into the aisle. "So how about another one?" he asked.
Danny twitched, whimpering softly.
"I'll go get the next one," Vlad purred, leaving Danny alone in the theater. As he left he couldn't help but laugh maniacally as he heard the boy begin to scream.