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!!!

you lay a finger on Ayisha again, I’ll put a bullet through your skull. You can call it

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

apologize to her right

The girls shuddered. Their eyes widened. They obviously had never seen Damien wear that expression before. He had only spoken back

pulled up his revolver and cocked

going

was the one he saw dragging the whistle with Ayisha. He wanted her to have a taste of her

them, because he had other plans. But he needed to prove

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

girls joined in, kneeling before both

“Say the words.”

at Claire who

sorry for putting you through

“And?”

Damien probed mercilessly.

do that

walked to Ayisha,

accept

no need to say any other thing, he watched

them having an indistinct conversation. He didn’t care. At once, Claire halted. She turned to

on Ayisha, but the jet belongs to us. Why

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

not

by the outspokenness of

a boast, but do you really think you have a say in this? I kinda now regret recommending you

a sense in Claire’s argument and even Ayisha knew that. Damien didn’t. So, he just kept abreast of

then. We can be democratic. The highest vote

“That’s not necessary.”

short Lisa’s opinion. Lisa felt like she was stabbed a dagger

can have the jet for

What are

her, not to worry about it. He looked back at

also have the leftover of the cougar

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

again, I don’t want to see you around Ayisha. If I hear that you hurt her in any way, you’d do more

then