Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties
Chapter 91

"Let's come to a decision yet."

Ayisha turned to the two girls. They were all standing at the foot of the Boabab tree on which the watchtower was set.

"Are you sure that he isn't going to run away?"

Claire took a glance at the Cannibal who was standing not far away from them.

"He has no choice. After what we did, he would feel a sense of a loyalty to us."

Ayisha explained. She seemed really sure of her argument. Her face unbothered and eyes peaceful.

"Even if what we did wasn't enough, I'm sure that the attributions would tie him to us for life, till we are done using him."

Ayisha had added.

"How can you be so sure though?"

Laurette couldn't seem to be able to relate with from where Ayisha had lifted her sudden confidence aimed at the Cannibal whom they used to dread together.

"That's not what matters at the moment. Let's get this over with. Plus you should learn to study and observe things more than running your mouth."

The eyes of the two girl widened at Ayisha's conclusion.

"This bitch!!!"

Claire was as impatient as ever. Her eyes had suddenly grew into embers which would sting, scorch and burn Ayisha's beautiful face. "I'll go with the Cannibal."

Ayisha announced, pretending as though she hadn't just trolled the two.

"Follow him to where?"

"What are you up to?"

"Would you just trust and watch?"

Ayisha seemed frustrated by the amount of questions they had for her.

"How could we?"

"Do you really have to leave us out? Can't you share things with us equally? Why are we a group if you can't do that?"

Laurette seemed to had bitten off Claire's cake. She seemed worked up. Ayisha looked from her to Claire who was another version of the angered.

"You don't have to trust me. Don't force yourself to."

Ayisha started.

"Huh?"

The two chorused. Claire's eyes squinting, Laurette frowning.

"But I can promise you only one thing. We are together in this. And as long as our interest is bound by the urge to replace Damien, I would never leave you out or betray you. You should know that now and let me breath a free air."

Claire took two steps closer to Ayisha who had just taken a pause.

"So you mean sooner or later you would betray us?"

"No dummy, she means that she might betray us if we were in a group because of something different."

Laurette had snapped at Claire. Claire who had wanted to lash out at Laurette, couldn't because of the weight of her words. She glared at Ayisha.

"This sly bitch!!!"

She cussed. Ayisha chuckled wryly.

"We are talking too much. Let's get this over with."

She walked away from them then beckoned at the Cannibal who hurried to her.

When the Cannibal got to them, Ayisha turned to the tree and pointed at its trunk, then traced it up to the zenith.

The cannibal made a weird noise in its throat.

"What is he saying?"

Claire asked, standing aloof. She was fragile but act tough in order not be trampled upon by the powerful! "How am I supposed to know?"

Ayisha rolled her eyes, paying attention to only the Cannibal as she repeated the instructions. Claire sneered.

The Cannibal after the fourth time of her pointing and tracing, ran closer to the foot of the Boabab tree and leapt on the trunk. In the blink of an eye he was already standing at the top of the tree. "Woah... how interesting."

"Oh my God, that was so smooth. I wish I could climb that way."

Claire shot a cornered look tamed by mockery at Laurette.

"What?"

Laurette caught her.

"Like she can climb... I wish I could climb that way... that way my foot."

There was contempt in Laurette's face when Claire stopped talking. But they could hardly settle their differences.

"Hey, come down. Come down, you fool!!!"

Ayisha called the Cannibal. Words wouldn't do, so she signified with her hand. The Cannibal did.

"They really aren't as dumb as I thought they are. Even if we can't understand their language, at least we can communicate with sign languages."

Ayisha sighed in relief. She refused to use words going forward, instead she confided in the sign languages.

She was in eye contact with the Cannibal when she went slowly down, doing a squat. The Cannibal did what she had just done. Then she stood up. The Cannibal did too. "No, no... you remain that way. I want to climb on you. Squat."

She was tossing her head as though she was some frog. There were dark lines in the corners of her eyes. You could say those lines had been traced by frustration. While she worked so tirelessly, the other two girls just stood there watching as though it was some drama.

Soon enough, she was able to climb on the back of the Cannibal.

"Claire, tell him to stand up. Act it."

Ayisha called.

"I don't know if I can't do it."

Claire confessed.

"Just try, you bitch!!! This smell is killing me."

Ayisha was going to gag because of the stench of the Cannibal's body.

"Don't you dare cuss at me, you crazy wench! You think I like you? Or do you think I'm doing this because of ---"

"Get the fuck out of my sight."

Laurette pushed Claire out of the way and took her position at the front of the Cannibal. She squatted and slowly stood up.

The Cannibal did what she did and then Ayisha continued the instructions. Claire on the other hand sat up on the earth where she had fallen.

With Ayisha on her back, the Cannibal started to climb up the tree. As usual, it was quite an easy task for the Cannibal to get to the top of the tree. You would say that the specie of humanoid was really built differently.

"I'm at the top!!!"

Ayisha called at the girls who were down. But when she observed closely, the two were already at each other's throats, fighting.

"What did I do to deserve these dumb bastards?"

Ayisha was at the verge of crying, watching both girls pull each other's hair and slapping each other mercilessly. She got enough of it. "Kill yourselves."

She muttered to herself then turned away. She walked into the small room on the tree. She looked.

"Wow... a watchtower."

She gaped, looking from one corner of the woods to the other.

"Wait... isn't that the castle. Aren't those the girls gathered together. Wow... they look like a bunch of matchsticks."

She chuckled. You would think that she was having the best life.

"Damien..."

She muttered.

"The ocean... how clear and beautiful. Such life you used to enjoy here, boyfriend."

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Now I understand why my pussy thumped whenever I saw you."

She sighed, gulping.

"Come back quickly... I've missed you."

Suddenly her face grew serious.

"Huh?"

She remembered why she was there, why she had gone through all the stress to get to the top of the tree. She turned and began to search the room.

After she had turned and turned, looking from one corner to the other, she stopped.

"What on Earth am I doing? Is he some sort of needle? If he is here wouldn't I have found him?"

She took a millisecond pause.

"Plus there are no signs of him here. I can't replace a trace."

"Wait."

She called at her instinct. Then she began to sniff like a dog would do. Tilting her frame towards what looked like a small bed.

"His smell... why does this place smell like him. The smell is strong and fresh... Like he was here yesterday."

She tried to get the smell again...

"Yes... he was here yesterday. I can swear on my life. I know his smell... I know so well because ---"

She took in a deep breath,

"I miss his body... I miss him so much."

She was knocked back to reality by the noise coming from the foot of the tree. How could she had forgotten her industrious group members?!

"These fools!"

She shook her head then turned back to what looked like the railing on which she could lean.

"Damien is alive... I'm sure he is... even though I can't prove it..."

She gulped in the realization of what her words meant. Her heart began to pound heavily.

"Could he be?... Is he really?"

Her eyes which had been busy traveling of their own accord suddenly caught an interesting view.

"What is that?"

Her eyes widened.

"No way... A mountain...? another island?"

She shook her head then swept her palm across her face to be sure that her eyes weren't playing a trick on him.

"Wow... I must visit there. Alone."

She promised herself.

"But I would need to be very careful."

A realization dawned on her.

"Yes, the Cannibal. I would take him with me. I could always promise him something. The same thing. I'm sure he'll be willing it to do it ten times, over and over again."

She looked in the direction of the Cannibal who was still standing outside the small room.

SORRY, BUT I'LL USE YOU A LOT.

Suddenly she heard growling from below. She looked, a cougar.

"Oh my God."

She quickly pushed herself back from the railing to prevent being seen. Point in time, the scary thought hit her.

"Claire... Laurette."

She muttered. She ran out of the room.

"Claire, Laurette. Run!!! A leopard!!! Run!!!"

"Huh?"

The both girls stopped fighting at once. A cougar was approaching.

"Laurette."

Claire clutched at Laurette's chest, holding dearly.

"Let go of me..."

Laurette bit the words, warning but Claire wouldn't. Both were dead scared.

Ayisha was fancying the option of telling the Cannibal to go and save the girl when suddenly, a very swift electric-like current borne by the swiftest wind zoomed past the two girls.

When next they all looked, the cougar was no longer there.

Ayisha's jaws dropped. Her lips moved involuntarily,

"Damien..."