Victoriously Yours,

Imposingly Injustice

"Excuse me? I'm not sleeping in this fart's room!" River was currently arguing with Chris right in front of the second largest tent in the whole tribe.

The long pole that held it together at the entryway was already eight feet tall. There was a somber music playing inside and River wasn't very sure why she was scared of staying alone with that man.

Just like himself, his fucking tent was huge. Does he own everything huge? More importantly, what else was huge about him?

Chris drew a tired breath, clearly not wanting to deal with her when he could use this time to ask millions of questions, take down notes and pictures of the one tribe he thought was lost.

"River, please. It's protocol. It's the only way we are allowed to work."

"I have no work! I have done half my job and now I have to wait till you finish your school lame ass project."

Chris frowned. "I thought you believed in me. Look where we are. We did it. Can you actually imagine it?"

She hissed at him. "You nutcase. Of course we did it. Now the problem is getting out. What if they don't allow us? And the stupid blood oath shit freaked me out."

"Well, it's true you know but don't worry, I promise you we will get out." He steps closer and instinctively, tensions knots in her stomach. Woah, too close.

"Be careful though. I don't like your monitor guy. He seems slightly dangerous."

River used her handy forefinger and shoved him back, rolling her eyes.

"Don't I know? Yet you are leaving me here alone with him."

"Well, it's what the leader wants but I think we are kept in good hands. Anyway, good night. I'll see you in the morning." His arms came around to give her hug and she tried not to cringe.

River hated hugs. It felt like a huge cut back on her oxygen and whoever seemed to hug her wanted to feel her around. Something she found retching.

After Chris left, she had a silent epiphany that he didn't like her like that at all and will probably never.

Upon impact, she fingered the pearls around her neck hidden by her shirt.

She had bought this for herself on Valentine's Day. Real round white pearl necklace that acted as a sexy choker but she seemed to wear it to remind herself that only she could love herself the best.

No one else would.

With her parents loveless marriage, she proved to gain the only love she could have was towards herself. It often did leave her alone but she was accustomed to it now like a second skin.

Anyone interrupting her 'me time' didn't have a chance. She prized herself too high which is probably why she backed away when she enters the red zone with men.

The red zone meant anything below the shoulders. She liked kissing and she had no qualms with that but it was the body she had a problem with.

She protected her body with her life and now, she felt the need to wrap herself in the teflon.

Taking a deep breath, she entered Yisrael's tent. In truth, his name was quite seductive in a manner of speaking. He sounded like some rugged bible character.

The moment a bright light hit her face, she tried not to let her jaw drop when the flap behind her closed.

If the tents she saw earlier was beautiful and spacious then those were nothing compared to what she beheld in front of her eyes.