Harry felt a daze. Such daze he could never fathom. He couldn't understand what was happening at first, but gradually, when the rain of slaps kept falling on his face, he got a grip of himself, allowing the reality to override the shock. By the time he was able to make sense of the situation and concur with the reality, his face had turned almost into a pulp. Stephen's palm was covered in blood. The continuous slap had made cuts in the face of Harry. The cuts ran from the side of his eye to the lower parts of his lips. His face had become such a mess. "What the hell is happening?" Sheiley suddenly jumped up on her feet. This was her boyfriend in question. She would be a fool to just seat there while something so unbecoming was happening to her boyfriend. Even Anna was no different. She just couldn't make herself believe what she had just seen. She had been trying to come to a conclusion about the matter of Cory. Ever since she said she wanted to break up with him, she had been
Stephen's eyes squinted in curiosity when he heard what Anna had just said. He was trying to fix the puzzle. It was something he could easily put together if he put some thoughts into it. "This bastard does not need the judgment of a police officer. He needs to be beaten to pulp. Every bone of his body needs to be crushed into pebble. He needs to be paralyzed and conditioned to live in the hospital for the rest of his life!" Anna looked and sounded like an entirely different person. Even Sheiley felt the chills as she stared at her. She could never have imagined that a lady as soft as Anna would be able to say such heavy and ruthless things. For a sheer second, Sheiley was scared to the very end of her wits. People in the restaurant were gathering around. This situation was beginning to take a new twist. Sheiley was wondering why Anna had called the men working for her father. Sheiley couldn't help but feel a little bit bad that the person she had caused pain was going to this le
Cory stood under the large Cedar tree. His gaze was neutral as he kept it in the exact direction. The low growl traveled towards him again. He took a soft sigh and shook his head. The little fluffy bunny was on one of his arms, resting peacefully. He was rubbing his palm gently against the head of the bunny, kneading carefully. He didn't for once break the gaze from what he was staring at. Roar! The growl got louder, and it reverberated like the revving engine of a GTR car. Cory's sigh, this time, was a little bit labored. He swallowed. He took two steps to the front and placed the bunny gently on the floor. Then he retreated with two steps back, creating a small distance between himself and the bunny. "Uhmmm..." Cory was going to say something but decided to hold the words back. He walked with his back to the foot of the tree and started to climb the large stem of the tree backward. He was climbing the tree as though he was walking on a very solid floor. He sat on one of the h
"What the hell just happened?" "Get away from the plane?""What made the cockpit explode?""How about the pilot?""Everyone run for your life."There was a wave of horror as shards of the remnant of the exploded cockpit flew in different directions. One of the many shards of ceramic came charging in the direction of a lady who was running to find safety. Before she saw it coming, it was late. Because of this, she couldn't really save herself from the potential hit. All of a sudden, she felt a hand shove her to the side. When the hand shoved her, she fell to the side, almost twisting her ankle. The person who had pushed her fell in the opposite direction. She was saved. When the commotion had quite down, everyone started to summon courage to see what really went wrong and check the surroundings. Lila, the lady who had been pushed to the side, had trouble getting up on her feet. Before she could struggle to her feet, there was already someone standing over her, reaching his hand
Reality dawned on the group of college students when the sun started to set. The orange rays of the sun were splattered across the very end of the horizon that reached into the sea. The group has been wandering for a while, and for the fear of their safety, they had returned to where they all gathered earlier. All of them looked down. They looked very scared and equally worried. It would seem as though they had all given up on the hope of living or surviving. All the faces of the girls were gloomy. Not one of them was not feeling sad, not even Richard. Reality had caught with Richard, and he realised that things were not exactly what he had thought it would be. They had tried walking from one end of the beach to the other to fetch a signal for their phones, but nothing helped. Some of them had taken the courage to follow Richard into the forest perhaps somewhere in the forest, they would find a connection so that they could call for support. The chirping and ululation of birds
Richard couldn't tell how long into the night they were, but things were not getting any better. The tent was about the size of a normal dorm room. It does not have a room enough for seven girls and a guy. They might all suffocate. Luckily enough for them, the tent had some curves at each corner of the foot, which added more room to the space. Now, they could sparce themselves out and not strangle each other in a bid to get comfortable.After a while of getting in place, the situation got worse. Richard could hear the girls whining. None of them was necessarily saying a word, but they were mumbling and moving. Richard couldn't pretend as though he was an alien amongst them and didn't understand what the matter was. It was chilling cold in the tent. It was late in the night, and everywhere was freezing. The coziness was so hightened that teeth were gritting harshly against each other to concentrate the coldness. 'We need fire.' Richard concluded. He wanted to check his wristwatch
It was morning, and everyone was still asleep. Richard tried to turn, but he realised that he was somewhat stuck. While he was trying to struggle his way out of the discomfort, his eyes slowly opened. When his eyes opened, he became conscious of his environment, and he could see what was happening. He was the only one who was awake. The rest of the girls were still sleeping. He first took a deep breath. Perhaps that would help in clearing his head. Then, when he started to gain consciousness, he realised that one of his arms was aching. He pulled to free it.It was at that moment that he noticed that his palm was deep inside a bra, cupping a handful of tit. He pulled away and scooped to the side as though he had caught himself performing a taboo. There was a lady right in front of him, her back positioned to him. Her pants were stained, and the liquid substance seemed to be so strong that it had altered the yellow color of the thong. His mind was blank for a while as he tried to
"What do we have here?" Richard muttered as he stared at the innocent creature. He didn't take a step yet. Instead, he kept a long stare at the rabbit, a couple of ideas flying around in his head. But mostly, he seemed a little bit intrigued by the rabbit. "You look too beautiful to be real. How could your fur be so neat and clean? I mean you live in the forest all by yourself. You should be dirty or perhaps have some stain. Even if you are mysophobic." He continued to rant, not sure what he was on about. He stopped talking all of a sudden when he got an idea. Just yesterday, they were worrying about supplies and all that. They didn't know what their fate would be now that their plane was not in a good state. He couldn't be sure for how long they would be stranded on this island, even though he had tried to cheer the girls up yesterday. This idea that he had just gotten should definitely go a long way in helping them to figure something out. "It won't be bad if we make this our