Rock.

Laughingly you find yourself sticking your tongue out slightly as you pump your fist once, twice, and finally let fly with your power move, rock. Staring intently at her hand as you do your heart skips a beat as her choice comes firing down next to yours. You see her clenched fist next to yours and can’t believe how much you were actually sweating this. “Nice.” Is all you say as you wind up your fist for a second go. You stare at her cute little face and try to get in her skull, it hits you like a lightning bolt, she is going to pick scissors because she thinks you will assume she would stick with rock and go to paper to beat what she picked, so to beat that she will jump over it and go with scissors. You know you have her and pump down your closed fist for the second time with that look of triumph in your eyes and even have to fight every urge not to yell “Haah.” Your eyes shift from your clenched little fist over to hers and see staring at you is the back of her hand.

You look up stunned and see her snotty little smirk, “Hop in the sludge bitch.” She points at the hole and as you turn to look down, still stunned at your loss, and receive a healthy slap on the ass for your troubles.

“Ouch.” Your hand rubs your tender sexy ass to numb the sting. “Fine, you don’t have to gloat.”

“Ha ha, I will haul up the gas cans after you fill them. We should take all we can. I think I saw 2 more gas cans that didn’t have any holes in the station.”

Pulling off your shoes and tying off a length of rope onto the pump you tie the other end around your waist, so you don’t fall. “Wait.” She calls to you returning. “If it is over a foot deep you will destroy your pants.”

“I can just roll them up.”

She grabs the waist of your pants and begins pulling them off of you, “Look, with the leather pairs we found last night we each have a grand total of 2 pairs of pants. I am not letting you ruin one by soaking it in gas. Not to mention what would happen if a spark hit you later.” She finishes by yanking down your jeans, leaving you standing there in your cute little panties.

“I guess you are right.” She ties your little led flashlight on a little chain that she loops around your neck, clicking it on, as you sit down at the edge of the deep hole and toss down each of the 7 plastic gas cans the two of you were able to gather up. “Wish me luck.” You say at last as your head drops down below the opening and you climb down the rope into the dark old gas tank. It isn’t as hard as you would have imagined, your sexy body able to hold it’s own weight quite easily. Once at the bottom you begin the task of filling each of the plastic containers. It takes a little while but soon they are all full and you are ready for her to start pulling them up. “Ok pull them up.” You yell up, sadly to no response. You give her a few moments to answer before trying again, “Amy! Pull them up!” Still nothing. Then suddenly the rope yanks up with the gas cans attached with far greater speed than you would have thought possible. You also hear the sound of the trucks engine running nearby and you realize she must have used it to pull them up. “Cute. Ok lower the rope back down.” Still nothing.

“Well, well, what do we have down there?” You hear a gruff voice say and look up, squinting against the light from the hole, to see an ugly face staring down at you. He is missing several teeth, has a spiked Mohawk, and multiple scars on his long thin dirty face. “Hey Burt, we got another one in the hole. Can I have her.”

You have no idea what to say but you hear a reply that horrifies you, “No, we only need one more mouth to feed. Leave her there, we can eat her later, once she dies.”

“Should I just shoot her then?”

“Leave it be, if she has a gun, or if your bullet sets off a spark, we don’t get nothing from a blackened skeleton.”

“Ok Burt. Let’s go, I wanna fuck her first.”

“No, damnit Melvin, if you fuck her before we take her to Kahn he will skin both of us.”

“Yeah, damn I forgot. Sorry.” The sound of your truck leaving as well as another vehicle roaring to life sends a chill down your spine as you realize you are alone.