She and fourteen other girls got kidnapped and brought to an isolated island to participate in winning the son of the kidnapper's hand. Claire Mitchell isn't hand-picked by the father, she was the one selected by the one to win. She is named as the...
I wake up again, but full of energy this time. Instead of fighting, I look at what's around me. I have the impression that it will actually help me to escape. There are fourteen girls, all looking like Barbie dolls. They all have big boobs and big butts. The woman on my right, about 21, I literally Nicki Minaj's twin. I'm going to talk to her later. Around me is a room with white walls, no windows and two doors, one heavily locked. No issue possible except to beat up the person that I'm going to meet and run. Okay, I know that. I realize that I have been ignoring a sharp pain under my left collarbone. I pull forwards on my uniform polo to see a glimpse of a tattoo. Oh my, will I have Tris' three birds there? Seriously, we are not in Divergent. I take a closer look, not caring if I have my face buried in my shirt. There is a multicoloured swirl of the colours of the rainbow shaped in a perfect circle. Underneath it there are two letters in a very extravagant writing : WC. What, I'm a toilet? That can't be good. I'm not kidding. Here's the proof :
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Don't say I didn't say I didn't warn you. I'll discover what this tattoo means later. I also realize that I have those things, I don't remember the name, that Wonder Woman has on her arms to deflect bullets and stuff. Cool. Now, I will try to socialize with my right-hand partner, who is pulling a sour face. She probably didn't have her daily Martini yet. I try to contain my laugh but a snort manages to come out. I cover my mouth with my hands so I don't let another one come out. Before I have more reasons to mock my neighbor, I decide to nudge her lightly to get her attention. She slaps my elbow and mutters angrily "Filthy white people" before turning to me.
"What?" "Oh, um, I just wanted to know your name." "I'm Nicky."
I stifle a laugh.
"With a "y"?" "Obviously." "Okay, I'm Claire and how are you, even though we were all kidnapped." "I don't care who you are, I'm fine and I don't give a shit about you."
Heard of being polite? It'll help you in life, Nicky.
"I have one last question, and I will leave you alone." "Great. What is it?" "Um, do you have a tattoo under your collarbone?" "Yes." "Can I see it?" "Okay."
She only has to pull her deep V-neck shirt lightly to the side so I can see hers. Unlike me, she has a black and white swirl with, in the same writing, HP. I let out a giggle and she looks at me like I'm an alien. I probably am, in this room. I don't know what her letters mean, but it is funny. At least, what I thought about first. Have you ever heard of HP sauce? This is it :
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I ask the girl on my left, Willa, that looks like Halle Berry, if she has a tattoo and she has the same as Nicky. Am I the only one here with the rainbow swirl? It scares me. I'm about to investigate and talk to the other girls when a thin woman, in her early fifties, calls me in the room. I get up hesitantly and go to her. Who is behind that door?
