CHAPTER III: CREEPY GRINS
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Damn. Is it too late for a refund or-
"Hello happy campers," welcomed a middle aged woman who looked as if she just got hit by the bus because of her wicked hair and torn up dress," We want to waste no time getting started because our clients are very impatient and want to get a good look at you girls."
All of us looked at each other confused.
What the hell is she talking about?
After all the scouts unloaded their belongings, we went inside the creepy looking building. It reminded me of Hogwarts in Harry Potter with the castle like structure and the tall walls that isolated itself from the outside world.
Vines grew from the root of the dirt to the top of the the long stairs which took years to climb. The scent and feeling this place gave up was sad tortured souls devoured in the blackness of the hearts taking away what we could only hold onto.
I guess that's a little too much emphasizing?
While we walked through the shiny dark gates, we approached a door that reached up high. The counselor unlocked the heavy armored entrance and pushed it open.
What we saw didn't really strike us as 'fun' or even appropriate. Statues of girls our age were dressed in marble outfits that covered about 1/3 of their bodies. We took a little tour of the building we would be staying in for the next two months but it certainly didn't feel like home. A diamond chandelier hung directly above us as we passed by underneath. Who the hell paid for that?
"Ahh, here are my money makers." An unknown voice boomed through the large hallway. Most of us were looking around to see where it came from when it spoke again, "Afternoon beautiful girls, please don't be alarmed." The scratchy unpleasant voice got closer to us. We stood there frozen at the sight of him.
Slowly a monstrous figure advanced through the curved velvet stairs and did it slowly as if he was trying to frighten us. I couldn't make out his face but I noticed a fancy suit which meant he means business.
"Who are you," one of the girls questioned.
"Me? Sweetheart, around here, I'm the sugar daddy." His tone sent chills down my spine as he got nearer.
"What do you want from us," another girl started.
"I want to be your best friend, amigo, buddy......" he pauses, "or just your boss."
"Boss of what? This is a girl camp," I blurted without thinking.
"Oh honey," his words vibrated my brain as he switched his deep grey eyes toward me, "Think of this more as an adventure. An adventure into the secret life of fulfilling a mans biggest fantasy." He laughed aloud when he saw my blank expression.
Someone seriously needs to put an end to this guy's creepy smile.
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