Getting back the player

Ch. 25 Over protective

                                                                Chapter 25

                                                Twinkle twinkle little whore, close your legs they’re not a door.

                Psycho is not amused about being placed in a group that might turn the whole survival show into mass murder horror movie. From the twitching of my eye to my angered fist that was craving to make an implant on her plastic nose. The devil is on to his plans through Ryan to place me in a situation that might just end the human race. The world’s got more to fear than Raven and Nikki combined if I have to bare one night with them. Psycho is going to be a real psycho. I’ll make sure to make her never want to come back. Simple way to deal with this, get rid of her.

                I largely cleared my throat as I keyed my threatening psychotic glare to the two of them, sneaking away out of my view to make out while I tried to figure out the freaking MAP! Their eyes closed, and her mouth going all over his lips. Both of them were hard of hearing! 

                                                                                I. Had. Enough

                I snapped my weight behind me and stormed down a little further below the forest and raised a blunt heavy weighted fallen part of a tree behind my shoulder. The cameras around me shifted and the camera man nodded no to my reaction.

                “You’ll get arrested,” He warned. Does it look like I care!? I wouldn’t be able to anything behind bars tough. I allowed the object to drop and glanced around for something just as effective. My eyes wonder around until I found a pile of poop.

                “She’ll sue you,” He cautioned. Does it matter? Demon will pay for it. Everything I do, he’s accountable of. That’s what his mother promised me money and health wise. I shrugged and walked around until I caught sight of her backpack, I pulled out her blanket. I picked up the poop with her thick blanket and sprinted gracefully toward them again. Misty’s back leaned against the bark of the tree, being lifted my Demon. Her tongue lurked in his mouth and then she start kissing him down the neck. That’s it. She’s going to die.

                “Misty! Take your towel before I dump it in the river,” I oh–so–sweetly smiled. Her head snaps toward me with wide alert eyes. I threw the blanket directly at her face. She caught it in her own hands and screamed bloody murder once the crap touched her fair skin. I attempted an evil laugh but it only came out as chocks of laughter. Tears of laughter were leaking. Demon glanced back at her with concern. Does he also want a poop blanket? Demon takes hold of the blanket and threw it out into the distance once his hands touched the poop as well.

                Demon glanced at her face and created the most horrified stretched expression I ever seen. His lips were stretched, one eye was wide and the other was stretching. I’m guessing he couldn’t believe that just kissed that thing. Misty looked back at Demon’s horrified face, sadness consumed her at first but then it transferred to anger.