"The next person eliminated from total drama Island is..."

"DJ. Now take the dock of losers and get the fuck out."

The moment the words left Chris' mouth, the tension around the campfire was palpable. DJ looked utterly confused, his eyes darting around the circle as if searching for a glimmer of hope or a misunderstanding that would save him.

But it was clear from the smirks on Heather's face and the smug satisfaction in Beth's eyes that he had indeed been the one to be voted off. He slowly gathered his things, trying to maintain some dignity as the weight of defeat settled on his shoulders.

You watched as DJ slunk away, his spirit visibly crushed, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the successful execution of your plan. As the remaining contestants dispersed to their respective bunks, you took the opportunity to pull Gwen aside for a private chat.

"Look," you began, your voice low and sincere, "I know you're upset about keeping Heather, but she's the key to our success." You placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin and the tension in her muscles. "We need to keep the weaker players around to take the fall. Once we've picked off the easy targets, we can turn our sights on the real competition. Heather will always be a bigger head on a sliver platter."

Gwen shook her head slightly. "I guess you're right," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the distant sound of the waves lapping against the shore. "But it just feels wrong, you know? Keeping her around like this." Despite her reservations, she couldn't bring herself to argue with you. Your confidence was infectious, and she desperately wanted to believe that there was a method to your madness. She wanted that grade A cunt gone. But I agree with your reasoning.

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