by Indie LaRue
I’m an only child. An afterthought, or not even a thought at all. I don’t have one of those families that people would envy. I can’t wait until I finish high school so I can get the hell out of Dodge. I’m going to travel the world, and live by the beach, maybe, so I don’t ever have to walk through the woods again as long as I live.
I walk deeper into the dark forest. I’m used to how spooky it is. It never gets less spooky. I try to hurry, but it’s dark and I don’t want to trip.
I’m about halfway when I get that feeling again.
The prickling awareness that someone is following me.
I look behind me, but I can’t see anyone. The darkness is murky.
But then I hear the snap of a twig.
My instincts reel with panic.
Someone’s here.
Someone’s getting closer.
I try to run, but before I can get very far, I trip over a root and fall to the ground.
And then, someone is on me. I feel the vice-grip of inhumanly strong arms, like a hug. I try to struggle but he’s far too forceful. I can smell him. Woodsmoke and autumn leaves and a hint of whiskey.
I want to scream but a damp cloth clamps over my mouth and nose. It smells like alcohol, or something similar.
If only I could cry for help!
But it’s too late.
He’s taking me.
And the world, all of a sudden, goes dark.
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What’s a girl to do when she’s stranded on a remote tropical island with a savage tribe of hot, feral men?
Evie’s plane crashes into the ocean and, by some miracle, she’s the sole survivor. Her raft drifts for days, until she’s washed up on the shore of a remote, deserted island.
Or is it?
It turns out the island isn’t deserted at all. It’s home to a tribe of wild, ruthless men, whose plane crashed many years earlier, when the men were just boys.
They’re not boys anymore.
Evie is caught, taken and fought over. Some of the savages want to crown her queen, others want to make her their slave.
Evie is at their mercy, but she soon learns she has a weapon of her own. She discovers what each of her savages craves … until her brutal lovers are on their knees to give her anything she desires.
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“Happy birthday, dear Eeevieeee, happy birthday to you,” my classmates sing to me, along with a lot of the other people on our flight. It’s a very long flight from San Francisco to Sydney. You can’t help but sort of get to know some of the people in the seats around you. We’ve already been travelling for nine and a half hours. By now I’m on a first name basis with the guy across the aisle from me. His name is Chad and he keeps flirting with me.
We’re seniors at a strict all-girls boarding school, on a trip to Australia for two weeks before we graduate next month, when we’ll all finally be venturing out into the great unknown of college, jobs and adulthood. There are twenty of us and we’re dressed in our school uniforms, so we’ve attracted a certain amount of attention.
“Evie, you can blow out your candles when we get to Sydney and get you a real cake,” says Clara, who’s sitting next to me.
The number 18 has been drawn with frosting on top of the cupcake the flight attendant places on my tray table.
“I guess that makes you legal,” says Chad, winking.
Very funny.
“Give me your number,” he says. “We can get together once we get to Sydney.”
As if. We’re chaperoned by nuns 24/7. They’ll never let me out of their sight. Besides, Chad isn’t really my type. Not that I know what my type is, exactly. I’ve never dated because we’re not allowed to. But I think I’ll go for someone a little more … manly, once I do start dating. Chad’s extreme boyishness isn’t really doing him any favors.
Why am I even thinking like this? Maybe turning eighteen means you start noticing things like that. I can’t wait to start living a little. All the strict rules are starting to feel confining, like an invisible cage. I have an unfamiliar urge to break free for the first time in my life.
Chad is starting to annoy me a little. He keeps staring at me. At my thighs under the hem of my school uniform skirt. I’ve grown two inches this year and my skirt is pretty short now. He’s also staring at my breasts. I didn’t wear a bra just because it’s such a long trip and I thought I might be more comfortable without one. My breasts are a lot bigger now than they used to be. He’s making me feel self-conscious. I hope my nipples aren’t visible, poking at the thin fabric of my white shirt. This shirt has been washed so many times it’s getting sort of threadbare. If Chad keeps staring I’ll have to put my cardigan back on.
There’s a bright flash of lightning outside the windows of the plane. Everyone gasps.
“Fuck,” says Chad. Sister Eloise gives him a dirty look. “That was so close to us.”
The entire plan jolts, violently. My cupcake goes flying, hitting the ceiling. So do some of the people. I get jerked against my seatbelt painfully.
People start screaming.
The plane lurches again and there’s a terrible, terrifying sound. Of the engines whining.
Then there’s an even more terrifying sound. Of an engine exploding.
Clara screams, along with a lot of other people. She’s holding on to me.
“This isn’t just turbulence, Evie!” she cries. “We’re freefalling!”
It’s hard to even comprehend what happens next. It goes dark inside the plane and it’s windy, like there’s a hole in the plane. A big one. People are making noises of terror. Crying. Praying. Whimpering. Yelling.
We’re going to crash.
A lot of people are getting out of their seats, I don’t know why. They’re panicking. They’re pleading and scared and angry, even.
I keep my seatbelt fastened, I lean into the brace position and I start praying.
The whole things is happening quickly but at the same time slowly.
The noises are so loud and so insanely horrifying.
We’re falling fast. So, so fast. It’s so windy.
And then we hit. The impact is unreal. It jars the whole world and all of us along with it.
I black out.
When I come to, I think my feet might be on fire.
But, no, it’s cold. It’s water.
The plane is filling with water.
There’s smoke, too, and I can see that there’s a fire at the back of the plane.
Clara’s slumped next to me. “Clara,” I manage to gasp. I touch her shoulder but she flops sideways. There’s blood all over her head and her eyes are open, just blank and glassy.
Oh my God. Oh, no.
I glance over at Chad. And Sister Eloise.
Chad’s neck is broken, his body completely lifeless. Sister Eloise is covered in blood.
No. No.
I can vaguely hear a few people moaning.
The water is up to my waist now. I unfasten my seatbelt and I start half-walking and half-swimming towards the front of the plane … but there is no front of the plane. It’s gone. It’s just a gaping, open hole to a watery darkness.
My shirt rips on the sharp edge of something as I try to get out. I hardly notice.
There’s a yellow raft, bobbing next to the hole. A miracle? I don’t know. I climb onto it. I call out. I want to help the others, but my head is spinning. I touch my hair and see there’s blood on my fingers.
And everything goes black.
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Indie LaRue, Daddy's Girl