Wow! Never thought I’d see the day Elsa agreed with someone else, especially someone she was jealous of before, I thought. Perhaps she had had the most personal growth out of everyone in our group. Back in the city, I had only known her as the Ice Queen. Elsa was the one who reigned from on high, ruling all of us with an iron fist. She was the manager who got shit done, to put things simply. Although it had not always been smooth sailing under her, since she had a habit of getting rid of those who could not perform up to her standards, I had always admired how driven and successful she was.Living - no, surviving - on a deserted island had thrown Elsa for a loop, and she had revealed herself to be someone jealous who had been using me in order to ensure her own survival. Maybe she’s changed, I thought. After all, I’ve changed too. I was absolutely ordinary and average before the last two weeks. Now, I’m finding that the skills I picked up in my childhood

“That was good. Let’s do it again next time,” Rosie murmured as we lay down side by side, looking up at the twinkling stars after disentangling ourselves from one another. Huh. That’s a surprise, I thought. Although Elsa and Yvonne had come on to me in the first week after we had been washed up on the island, I had thought that they had both grown disenchanted with me. After all, perhaps they had been sleeping with me as I had been the only option around. I had not expected to have someone offer to sleep with me again.“What happens after we get rescued?” I joked, poking her in the side.“I don’t mind going on with that, if you want,” Rosie confessed, looking over at me. “I told you that I used to have arrangements with a handful of guys back in the city, right? I’m willing to add you to the rotation, as long as you don’t mind that I’m not really looking for a relationship. A girl’s got nee

“Let’s look for some vines, like the kind we used to weave the fishing net,” I suggested the next morning. True to her word, Yvonne had awoken early and gone to collect dew. She had managed to collect two full bottles of it, and our supplies were sufficient for another day or two if we were sparing with it.“What are we going to do with them?” Yvonne asked curiously. All of us had just woken up, and none of us had had anything to eat. Upon hearing my suggestion, Rosie shot me a baffled look, and Claire merely looked irritated.“We’re going to make some traps. We have the baskets we used for fishing, but those are more wide than tall. We should aim for the opposite this time - something not as wide, but taller,” I explained.“Oh!” Euphie exclaimed, her face lighting up. “Maybe we can catch whatever wildlife is around! I know we didn’t see any rabbits or chickens or wild dogs, but maybe they’r

Elsa and I pulled ourselves together and set off to lay the traps. Good thing I gave Euphie two traps, I thought. At this rate, we’ll barely have enough time to find a good place to set a single trap before the rest of the girls come back. Elsa seemed to be thinking the same thing, because she kept up with me when I set off hurriedly. In the past, she probably would have whined and complained about how fast I was going, but there was nary a peep from her as she hurried along.Elsa managed to find us a good spot to set up the trap, too. It seemed like sex had robbed me of all my remaining brain cells, since it took some squinting for me to spot the rock she had been pointing impatiently at. With a grunt, I set the rock on the end of the trap and heaved it upwards while she wedged a sturdy stick beneath it and chucked the fruit in. Luck was on our side, too. Elsa spotted the heart-shaped leaves of the wild yam plant while we were on the way back, and we managed to harvest a

“Don’t you dare move an inch. I’ll slit your throat and you’ll be dead before you can even beg for mercy,” I hissed, wallowing in pleasure over how my words made the youth whimper and shudder, straining to get away from my knife. Still, I had my left arm around his throat in a chokehold, and it would be impossible for him to get away.“Who… who are y-you?” the man stammered, the words tumbling out of his mouth and tripping over one another as he tried to display some false bravado. “I’m… I’m not alone, you know! My buddy is going to come back any moment now, and then you’ll be dead meat, knife or not!”“Connect the dots,” I snarled at him, smirking at the way flecks of spit landed against the back of his neck, making him flinch again. “Haven’t you all been following me and the rest of the girls? Don’t you know who I am?”“Oh my god. You&rsquo