Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
She swallows thickly, still staring at my members.
“I mean, of course I’m interested in your name,” she says in an annoyed voice. “But I’m also interested in what you have going on here.”
I let out a bark of laughter.
“Ah. I see the true source of your fascination. Well, I’m flattered, Strawberry, but that information is top-secret. We definitely don’t just hand out answers to young women caught spying on us.”
She swallows, looking up to meet my eyes.
“Okay fine,” she says. “I know I was spying, but it was an accident. I was hiking, and I saw a path that led to this island. I didn’t expect to find you guys. I wasn’t expecting to find much of anything actually. So I wasn’t really spying. I just happened upon your drum circle and … well, then you attacked me!”
I chuckle.
“So it was my fault?”
“No!” Strawberry blushes. “I’m just saying I didn’t mean to spy on you, that’s all.”
“Spying is spying is spying,” I growl. “But I’ll have to talk to Joey. That teenage schlub is slacking on the job and deserves to get his ass beat. He was the sentry stationed at the path,” I explain. “No outsiders are allowed to use the causeway when the tide is low.”
Strawberry looks thoughtful.
“I definitely didn’t see anyone,” she muses. “He’s one of you, right?”
“He is.”
“Then I definitely would have noticed if there was a double-dicked guard standing there. Trust me: I would have seen him.”
I throw my head back with amused laughter.
“Strawberry, you wouldn’t have seen the sentry because he wouldn’t be parading about like a fashion model strutting down a runway. No, our methods are much more discreet. He would have been hidden away somewhere, likely armed with multiple weapons. But I think it’s clear that Joey was slacking on the job. Smoking weed or the like,” I add with disgust.
“Oh. Do you guys grow marijuana here?” she asks curiously, fingering one red curl.
I resist the urge to tuck it behind her ear, and shake my head.
“No. No pot. No CBD stores, and no ketamine nor Adderall either. There are no dispensaries on Deux that I know of.”
“Ah ha! The name of this island is Deux then!” Strawberry crows, her eyes lighting up.
I chuckle.
“Yeah, but I’ve already told you too much. You’re not even supposed to know that.”
Strawberry won’t be denied though.
“But where are we?” she presses. “Where did the causeway come from? How did you guys find this island? And most of all, where do you guys come from, and how in the world did you get your anatomy?”
“I was born with it,” I smirk. But then, I straighten, my expression going fierce. “You’re a sneaky little thing, aren’t you? You keep prying information out of me despite my best attempts to stay mum. You’re going to regret it,” I threaten.
Strawberry’s not afraid in the least.
“Regret it?” she laughs. “How so? Are you going to throw me over your shoulder again? Dump me in the lake? Slap me in the face with one of your members?”
I have half a mind to do exactly that.
“Yeah, maybe,” I say in an even tone. “Although I’d love to make you choke on my top cock before squeezing the bottom one in right below to it. You think you could take two fat cocks in your mouth, Strawberry? Do you think those pretty pink lips could stretch to fit me? Would you drool while you suck? I always like seeing drool slicking up a pretty girl’s chin.”
She gasps at my rude words, her cheeks flushing pink.
“You wouldn’t!” she sputtered. “Oh my god, you’re so crude!”
“Crude and rude,” I drawl. “That’s my name. Call me, Drake, by the way. Or call me Fat Double Cock That I’d Like To Suck. Either works.”
“You…you...foul animal!” Strawberry sputters.
“Oh, is that what I should call you?” I ask with amusement. “Foul Animal is what you want to be called? It doesn’t have the ring of Strawberry, I have to admit, but it’s very apropos because you know what happens next? Strawberry, you’re about to be sacrificed.”
That makes her stop sputtering to stare at me.
“Sacrifice? What are you talking about?”
“You know, like the ancient Greeks used to do,” I drawl. “The young virgin tied to an altar with a band of holy priests chanting hymns while burning incense in braziers. Then the knife. Then, death. It’s simple. There will be a lot of blood,” I add in an ominous tone.
“No,” she breathes, staring at me.
“You already called me a brute, so yes,” I counter.
Now, I can tell I’ve scared the redhead because her bottom lip starts trembling.
“Oh my god, a human sacrifice,” she whispers, her eyes going wide. “I had no idea these existed.”
I shrug like I’m used to it.
“There’s a lot that you don’t know. You just got here, after all, and had no idea that this island is colonized by a tribe of brutes. But yeah, the sacrificial ceremony’s going to be this evening so get your wrists ready, Strawberry, because there’s going to be strawberry juice bleeding out on that altar.”