The Forgotten Island
RAW SHRIMP

CHAPTER SIX:

RAW SHRIMP

-Arya-

Blake and I walked along the deck in silence; our hands intertwined since leaving the dining room. The night air was refreshing against my sweaty skin, and I silently thanked the gods for the help. I had set out to seduce Blake on this cruise, perhaps even lose my virginity; but I was beginning to have second thoughts. What if sex ended up being awful...or what if I ended up being awful at sex? I had never even kissed a boy before; I may be terrible at it. Gods, what if my lips were all spitty or gross feeling? I wiped my mouth with my free hand, replaceing comfort that they were not overly moist. Was I a hypocrite by wanting only one thing from this guy, when I had mocked boys in the past for only ever wanting one thing from girls? Oh man, I hadn’t put on a matching panties and bra set, why hadn’t I put on a matching set? I felt his hand squeeze mine, interrupting my inner panic attack. Looked up at his handsome face, I watched as the glow of the exterior lamps illuminated his strong facial features. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked me as we came to a stop “I just thought you would be different alone” I answered, “you seem so outgoing when you are with your friends.” His expression changed to one of confusion, and his response sent warning signals down my spine. “Well, I didn’t think you wanted conversation Shrooper Doo, we both know what you are after. You’ve been flaunting your goods at me for weeks, making sure to tease me in your little dresses. I’m happy to oblige.”

His lean arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a dark corner. His hands were suddenly all over me as I stood paralyzed with my back to the wall. I felt the shape of his lips turn up in a sneer at my lack of physical response “What’s the matter? Isn’t this what you wanted?” I didn’t know what to say, and too late, his lips were against mine. I closed my eyes, willing myself relax and try to enjoy what he was offering me; but I couldn’t. His lips were wet, and his tongue seemed to move in circles like a tornado in my mouth. I reminded myself girls like these kinds of things as his onslaught on my body continued. His clammy hands crept up my dress to circle around my hips and grip my ass. A whimper escaped me as he squeezed harder, one of his hips bones digging into my side. I moved my face away from his, gasping for breath, but he hardly noticed. He turned his attention to my neck, licking my throat like it was a popsicle. I wondered how anyone thought this was supposed to feel good. I began pushing against his chest but he either didn’t notice or chose to ignore it.

Detaching one of his hands long enough to reach up and grip one of mine, bringing it down over his crotch to grip the bulge between his legs. He moans into my neck as he guides my hand up and down his shaft, his hips bucking into the movement. There was barely a mosquito bump under my palm, hopefully that meant none of this was turning him on. I closed my eyes, wanting this whole encounter to end. He took his hands off me and I sighed in relief, only to open my eyes in terror at the sound of his pants being unzippered.” Why don’t you get down here and show me how much you want it” he said, his words oddly slurring. I looked down at his bare manhood, knowing what he wanted me to do, but I didn’t move. Was this what it was supposed to look like outside of pornography? It somehow resembled a raw shrimp with a beige hue. Shrimp, that is what they should have served with steak tonight. I was ripped from my thoughts as Blake gripped the back of my head, urging me to get to my knees before him. I jerked out of his grip and moved away from him and the dark corner, my eyes wild and my mind panicked. I couldn’t make myself want this, none of it was right. “What the fuck is your problem?” Blake yelled at me from the shadows, pulling his pants back up as he stormed towards me. “You know what, you’re just a fucking tease. Can’t believe I wasted my time on you.” he snarled at me.

Flickers of fire started to come off his hands and I could feel his body heat as he neared me. His hand moved back as if to slap me, was he going to hurt me because I didn’t give him a blow job? I cowered, wishing my ability didn’t lay with stupid plants, how would the earth save me from this? With a flick of his wrists the fire went out. “I didn’t wanna screw a dead fish anyway.” Turning on his heels he walked away from me, looking for any passengers that may have seen what transpired along the way. I heard a door slam in the distance as he made his way back inside, while I just stood there in shock. What had just happened? The gravity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I finally collapsed in a heap on the deck floor. The tears started shortly after as I remembered all the nights I dreamt of a different type of encounter with Blake, and all the planning I had done to get his attention. It was all wrong; I had chosen the wrong guy, for the wrong reasons. I hid behind my hands as my tears of shame continued. What a stupid, silly little girl I was. I cried into my hands; my breathing hitching as my sadness intensified. I thought it was music when I first heard it; a screeching sound that started far away but eventually surrounded me.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I whipped my head out of my hands, the high-pitched tone hurting my ears and making me wince. Sitting up, I looked around. Was that the ship’s alarms? Had there been an exercise planned for this evening that I had forgotten about?

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

A second sound seemed to fill my very core with fear; It was there under the screeching of the alarms, slowly growing louder with each passing second. There was no mistaking it, no way to convince myself it wasn’t what I thought it was; it was the sound of people screaming.