Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

My Ayisha!

Damien approached the jet, but the activity seemed to be coming from the other side of the jet. He could hear Claire loudly and clearly,

“You fucking bitch! How could you betray the rest of us! Do you want me to smack you to death?”

“And what’s with the useless whistle? Give it here.”

“No, I won’t. I won’t…”

Damien walked in on them struggling with Ayisha to snatch the whistle from her. His heart broke. Ayisha was encircled by the group of seven. She was on her knees, her hair disheveled.

The ladies seemed too busy to notice him. Looking at how ruthlessly and wild they were acting, he knew walking closer would do nothing. He pulled out his revolver and shot it in the air.

“Let whoever has a death wish lay a hand on her again.”

The blast of the gun sent a chill down their spines. He watched them fall on their backs, trying to get a hold of themselves.

YEA, THAT’S RIGHT BITCHES. COWER!!

He thought, strutting to Ayisha. They paved the way for him and helped Ayisha up. There were tracks of tears on her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get here earlier.”

“Damien…”

She hugged him, crying into his chest. He walked her away from the midst of the girls. He took a stance where he could hold all of them in his gaze, his arm around Ayisha’s waist.

“Let’s make some rules clear here.”

He started. He loved the fact that Claire and Lisa themselves were scared to their pants. He had never seen them look that disturbed and terrified.

“As far as I am concerned, we don’t know what happened outside. Some of you might call it the end of the world, while it might just be a political misunderstanding between two countries! Or vice versa.”

“But pending the time we are here, only the person who survives get to live and make rules. There is no such thing as being higher than the rest. There’s no ranking out here.”

He could tell by the shadow of hate stalking Claire’s face that she didn’t agree with him. He didn’t want her to. He knew that it was just the matter of time before she’d speak up.

Damien’s face was tough and stern. There was neither pity nor care in it. He had noticed that that was what he needed if he wanted to stake a claim in the midst of these spoiled brats!!!

again, I’ll put a bullet through your skull. You can

cloth at that. He knew he should look at her, but he didn’t.

to

obviously had never seen Damien wear that expression before. He had only spoken back to them but had never

his

not going

was the one he saw dragging the whistle with

trigger on them, because he had other plans. But

shot at the earth between her legs! Scared to death, Claire dropped on her knees and bursted out crying. For a moment, she thought

joined in, kneeling before both Ayisha and Damien.

“Say the words.”

called at

sorry for putting

“And?”

Damien probed mercilessly.

won’t do

Ayisha,

accept their

to say any other thing, he watched the

indistinct conversation. He didn’t care.

the jet belongs to us. Why should the two of

charming and daring than he thought. Now he understood why she was accorded respect amongst the ladies. He would have to think

leave? Did you know what it took to get the jet in a good state? Am I not also one of the BMX group

by the outspokenness of

kinda

he just kept abreast of the information. Though he hated how

take a vote then. We can be democratic. The highest vote would

“That’s not necessary.”

cutting short Lisa’s opinion. Lisa felt like she was stabbed a dagger in the chest. She hated

have the jet for

are

was confused. Damien smiled at her, not to worry about it. He looked back at the

leftover of the cougar too. I’m sure you’ve

He didn’t wait to catch the reactions of the girls. He walked into the jet

hear that you hurt her in any way, you’d do more

then turned to