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!!!

I’ll put a bullet through your

at that. He knew he should look at her, but he didn’t. Her left tit which was pressed to his side was

apologize to her right

on top of his voice. The girls shuddered. Their eyes widened. They obviously had never seen Damien wear that expression

his revolver and

not going

saw dragging the whistle

he wouldn’t dare pull the trigger on them, because he had other plans. But he

her legs! Scared to death, Claire dropped on her knees and bursted out crying. For a moment, she

before both Ayisha and

“Say the words.”

at Claire

are sorry for putting you through

“And?”

Damien probed mercilessly.

do that

walked to Ayisha,

accept their

Damien felt no need to say any other thing, he watched the girls stand

conversation. He

rage out on Ayisha, but the jet belongs to us. Why should the two

why she was accorded respect amongst the ladies. He

I not also one of the BMX group members? The jet belongs to none of us! It was the property of the

of Ayisha. But Claire

do you really think you have a say in this? I kinda now regret recommending you to father. If I didn’t, do you think

he just kept abreast

about we take a vote then. We can be democratic. The highest vote

“That’s not necessary.”

like she was stabbed a dagger in the chest. She hated to be

the jet for yourself. How about

are you

Damien smiled at her, not to worry about it. He looked

have the leftover of the cougar too.

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

I hear that you hurt her in any way,

then