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Sarah makes a wet gasping sound. Her breathing becomes garbled and ragged. Her pupils go wide and her body spasms.
“What the fuck?” Chris yells as he pivots back and forth, clearly debating if he runs toward the action or away.
“Sarah, I’m gonna get this off you!” Lucy screams as she shoves the pole again.
Blood immediately starts gushing from Sarah’s stomach wound. With the pole shifted slightly, I can see the carnage spewing from her wound. I swallow the urge to vomit and rush to pull Lucy away. Sarah coughs again and blood splatters across Lucy and I, red droplets smearing across my tanned skin. Lucy tries to shake me off between choked sobs. Tears and snot and mascara run down her face as I wrap my arms around her and drag her to the ground. We collapse in a bloody pile just as Sarah lets out a long, low moan. Her eyes go unfocused and her chest stops moving. Then she goes completely still. Oppressive silence permeates the room. The smell of iron is thick in the air.
In a whisper, I dare to say the thing we’re all thinking, “She’s dead.”
Chapter six
SCREAM
CHRIS
SundayAfternoon
We just watched a girl die.
Not in a horror movie.
Not in a staged viral moment.
The blood is everywhere. The gore is everywhere. I feel like I should feel more looking at her lifeless eyes staring off at nothing. But it just feels so…unreal.
The invitation said we were supposed to flirt with fear, fake a couple of jump scares… You know, some publicity stunt that would bring in more viewers? It was all supposed to be fake.
But now someone’s dead. Like dead as fuck. Danica is sobbing and holding a hand over her mouth. Those are not the influencer-type of tears that seem forced with mascara running down her face as she checks herself out. This is ugly —snot and all. And Abby, she’s pretending like we didn’t just watch some Final Destination-type shit right now. Which makes me wonder what the fuck is wrong with this girl? Is she like a psycho or something?
What the fuck is going on out here in the woods?
“We need to go get help.” Danica sobs out, wiping what I'm sure is snot and tears from her lips. “We have to call someone.” She sniffles.
Abby stares at Danica like she just lost her mind, placing a hand on her hip. “Oh yeah, and go where to make that call? We have no service.” Taking a deep breath in, Blondie stalks forward towards her friend. “We can’t leave, remember?”
She’s right. It was part of the agreement we all signed. If we were to leave early, we would forfeit all money, including the substantial advances we all received–and I don’t know about them but I'm here for the money. I couldn’t even pay back what I already spent of the advance if I were to leave. Danica whirls around, looking directly at me.
“A girl just got impaled,” she snaps, her hands waving in the air. She’s clearly upset
“I can’t fucking deal with this shit,” Lucy says before running from the yurt.
“We all saw it, Danica,” Abby bites at her friend.
Damn, the blonde one is kinda a bitch. I like it.
“It was a fucking accident,” Abby continues as she steps into the other girl’s space, and getting into her face. “We will stick it out, and when we get back, we will simply explain what happened. Accidents happen all the time. Right, Danica?” The way she says the last part suggests she’s talking about something deeper than what’s going on here. Danica goes pale as a ghost as they stare each other down.
Is it wrong of me to kind of wish they’d fight?Nothing gets me harder than a good old cat fight. A little hair pulling, wrestling, bodies writhing as they fight for control. Yeah, that’s fucking hot. Amusement flickers through my body as I watch the girls face off.
Then suddenly, a computer screen lights up behind all the gore. Strolling past the chaos and blood, I look down at the screen.
A private chat has opened somehow. It’s between Sarah and someone called ‘Anonymous.’
Anonymous:Do you like scary movies?
A smirk curls on my lips as I decide to take this private chat public. The camera turns on, and I spin so that you can see the horror behind me. People start flooding the room and so do the comments. They can see the gore, and the filthy things they want me to do in this horror sends a rush of blood and adrenaline straight to my dick.
Anonymous: Fuck them both. Or you’re next.
