Wakey Wakey

Rosa felt a hand shaking her shoulder. She felt exhausted, she didn't want to move. She tried to roll away from it and go back asleep. The hand kept shaking her.

"No, Papa, go away. I'm not done sleeping yet." She said, in a hazy voice.

"I'm not your daddy, but you called me that last night."

Rosa's blood went cold, her eyes flew open and she rolled away. There was a man crouched over her, a familiar one. Seeing him brought her back to her reality. It was the man from last night! The one who... took her virginity! The one she had begged to take her virginity! Scratch that, the second man she had begged to take her virginity! She scrambled backwards until she was up against a tree trunk and then pulled her knees to her chest. The man smiled at her, but didn't follow.

"Don't worry." He said with an out-of-place friendliness. "You've still got a few minutes before the five-hour alarm. We figured that after the wild time you gave us last night, it was the least we could do."

"Us?" Rosa's memory was still pulling itself together, but her question was answered when two other guys came into view. They started talking like she wasn't there. Rosa was still too disoriented to do anything but sit there.

"Rosa busted our slump last night, now I think we're in good shape." The taller one said.

"What's our next move?" The one who was crouching over Rosa stood up and turned to the group.

The tall one pulled a map out of a backpack and showed the others.

"I say we head east from here. There's nothing to the west of us, nobody bothers with it. If there's any pussy to be found, it will be east." The others nod agreement, and they turn and head east towards the rising sun. "So long, sweet tits!" They said their crude goodbyes and left Rosa to her confusion.

Rosa just kept sitting there. She felt like she was coming down off of a wild high, like the way her brother looked when she had to take care of him the morning after he got into her dad's liquor cabinet. The longer she sat there, the more the night was coming back in horrible clarity, however. She remembered charging out of the woods like an animal. She remembered fucking all three of them in every position they could devise, over and over like a whore. She felt them trickling out of her pussy and tasted them on her lips.

Rosa realized that she would remember the taste of their cocks forever, but she would never remember their names.

What the hell was I thinking coming to this island? I was a goddamned moron to sign up for this! Rosa thought to herself. She had to get moving, though, or the day wouldn't be any better than the night was.

But which way to go? The men headed east, and they were saying there wasn't anything to the west.

If there's nothing to the west, there likely won't be any other men looking there either. Or, should I try another direction and see if I can find any clues to the prize?