Justin Bieber Imagines

"Help!" III.

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Nightfall came.

It was dark, yes. But it was a new kind of dark that you don't just experience once or twice while you're out camping as a child. No, this is a darkness that consumes you. To the point where you know you can't be by yourself anymore because there is something out there and it will get to you if you're not careful.

That's the darkness that's going on in this very instance.

And it's not abnormal that Chantel is sleeping peacefully against a fallen branch, covering herself lightly with her BAPE windbreaker that had torn slightly when we were running to our temporary safe-haven and away from the tribe of sex-deprived men.

But what's abnormal for me is that I can't sleep. Not because there are a myriad of owls and bugs and possibly predators lurking in the dark forest, but because my mind is stalking me.

Who were those men?

What did they want from us (aside from possibly trying to have us for their own personal pleasure and entertainment)?

And why were they all so attractive?

I must've missed the memo here.

There's literally nothing-- nothing that could tear my thoughts away from the idea of a tribe of attractive, muscular men that are attracted to my friends and I.

Well, not really attracted to. More-so intrigued by.

I don't really mind that.

*

I fell asleep. When I woke up it had just reached daybreak and Chantel was awake and swiping off the dirt and leaves that had stuck to her jacket during the night. "Good morning," she chirped. "We've got a long trek today."

"You're tellin' me." I muttered. I hated mornings. "What's the plan?"

"Well, I thought we could get back to the men's campsite where the girls are locked up in those cages,--and have you noticed it's like a giant jungle gym in there?-- and after that we'll go and run back to camp and tell the counselors everything."