You turn around

Behind you, three silhouettes. Two slender ones, one much taller. At first you do not recognize them but soon you realize that your whole party has been reunited in this small village. Standing in front of you, you identify Deb and Caroline. The third one you do not know. The middle aged very handsome man wearing a cowboy hat and thin neck tie stays in the shadows behind your sister and your friend.

“Guys!” You say.

“Sis!” Deb answers, “I knew I recognized the smell.”

You pause for a moment. The smell? What the hell is that about?

“Yeah, I recognize this subtle je ne sais quoi you had when I caught up with you last night,” Caroline says before turning towards you, “We thought that we had lost you. We looked all over the boat... We were so worried, we feared that we would not get to taste you...” Caroline says.

“No, I’m fine... more or less... The most crazy thing happened to me...”

But you hold your story unable to continue, unable to dismiss the absurdity of the discussion. First the smell, now the taste? What the fuck is wrong with these guys? The man steps out of the shadows.

“This family reunion is very sweet,” he has this weird texan accent mixed with heavy english notes, “but may I remind you, ladies, that we still have a prey to bring back to our Mistress, so either you let her go and you can always catch her later or you cut the crap and deal with her right now!”

“Oh Quincey... you’re no fun. You told us yourself, there is no way out of the island and we can always catch that bitch Nicole later. What would be wrong about having a little fun?” Caroline says as she circles around you, wraps an arm around you chest and grabs your chin.

Her cold tongue traces a long line on your neck. She is cold, ice cold. You shiver as a sneaky dread starts tearing your guts. This is not normal...

“She could even help us out. Four is always better then three, don’t you think?”

“Could you guys please stop speaking of me as if I wasn’t here...”

Deb giggles and walks to you. She wraps an arm around Caroline’s waist and lifts her leg against your belly. She is also terribly cold, so cold that you feel like it’s burning your flesh. Her hand explores your chest, your neck. It slides between your legs as she starts:

“Come on Mister Morris, don’t you want to stick that big bowie knife you keep in your pants into my little sister. I am sure she’d love to...” she plants her deep red gaze into your own and continues, “wouldn’t you love that, sis?”

You try to jerk away from these two monsters who are definitely not your sister and childhood friend but their grip is too strong. You cannot escape.

“Please let me go...”

“Why?”

Deb’s voice has lost any trace of gentleness.