"Who do you think has the advantage here?" Chris asked me as we walked through one of the underground tunnels.

I watched my phone to make sure we were going the right way. There was a map on my screen, depicting the island. Last time we checked, the girls were headed towards the factory to camp out for the night. "Most people would assume the girls, because Rayne knows us well, but I'm not that foolish. They're easy to beat. Sonny and Mauro, they actually know how to fight and strategize."

"They also have to tote around my mother and I'd consider that a disadvantage." He grumbled.

I half ways smiled, "Really? I was under the impression that she a very lovely woman."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sure that's why all the boys in town all wanted to go out with her." Chris rolled his eyes, "Weird to think she's such a Christian but she sucked off every guy that had money."

"Some people think that if you have your ass in a pew every fucking week, it forgives all your sins. You think there'll ever be a day where people realize Christianity is a fucking farce?" I stopped walking once we had reached one of the exits. This one was the closest to the factory.

"As long as there's ignorance in the world, no." He replied.

Chris followed me up the ladder. I pushed the hatch open and climbed out. Ew, nature. That was the biggest downfall of using this island. There was so much dirt and bugs everywhere. I dusted off my jeans while I waited on him to catch up. He pushed the hatch down and locked it. Then kicked some leaves and shit over it. They don't know the combination to the hatches anyways, but we wanted to be safe.

I surveyed the landscape. The factory was close, no more than a five minute walk. From here, I could see a light had been turned on. They must be inside already. Chris settled beside me and watched the building as I had.

"How do you want to play this?" He asked.

"Old school slasher style. If they run, chase them a little, but give them a bit of a chance to get away. Don't kill Vanessa or Rayne if you catch them. We have to leave them to the fucking psycho. You can do whatever you want with Heather." I explained.

Chris glanced over at me. His eyes were barely visible under the pale moon light. "You do realize how hypocritical it is of you to call someone a fucking psycho, right?"

"When you think about it, which one of us sounds more like they belong in a white padded room?" I replied as I climbed over a big tree root, "The Ghost Murderer or the Bible Biter? Someone that tortures people or someone that eats people?"

He sighed, "Alright. You have a point. You're both fucking nut jobs though."

"One time you killed one of your girlfriend's for running late on dinner." I stated.

"Hey, hey. No. That was not the reason I killed her. It was just the breaking point. She and I had been fighting for weeks. I really tried to not kill her. I swear."

"Uh-huh," I smirked, "I believe you."

He sighed and shook his head. Chris got back at me his favorite way how. He caught up to me, since I had been walking a tad ahead. My thong was sticking out of my jeans a little. He hooked his finger under the strap and snapped it against my skin. It stung, obviously, but it wasn't like I was going to cry about it. I just shoved his arm a bit. He stumbled over to the side with a small laugh.

This didn't bother me in the least bit. It was just us messing around. Even when he bends me in half and fucks me until I pass out, it's just messing around. Ricky doesn't care as long as he gets to watch or be involved. I don't feel this guilt free messing around with Mike. There is a lust and history between us that I never had with Chris.

Back in Graham, Kuza and I used to mess around with each other constantly. Whenever he wasn't in the hole, that is. We would make out in the courtyard all the time. In the evenings, we'd talk between our cells as much as we could without bothering anyone. Despite being a famous murderer, I was still a hooker up until I got caught. You'd be surprised how many people will still fuck you even if you're on America's Most Wanted list. Anyways, that meant when I was initially thrown in prison, I looked like the whore I am. Kuza was the first one to give a fuck about me.

Head down. Keep your head down. That's all I kept telling myself as the guard walked a group of us out to the courtyard. I can fight if I need to, but I don't know these people. I don't know what they're capable of. I'm cocky but I'm not a fool. Until I know this place and it's people, I'm keeping my fucking head down.

"Mmm, hey, Baby." A big black guy hummed from behind me.

I jumped a little. He was fucking huge. His arms must've been the size of my legs around and it was all muscle. I was about six foot, meaning he had to be at least 6'6". Look, I like big cock, but not to the point it would split me in fucking half. I stumbled away from him, only to back into someone else.

"Eh! Watch where you're going!" A thick Hispanic accent yelled at me.

Turning around, I saw a total stereotypical cholo. Wife beater, bandana, regrettable tattoos and all. He still looked like he wouldn't hesitate to cut me.

"Sorry." I muttered.

"You're going to be." He snit and started to move closer to me, and I mean fast.

That black guy? Yeah, he grabbed me when I tried to excuse myself from this situation. Oh, great. I see you two are friends. Either I was about to have my face ruined or my asshole. Possibly both. I tried to struggle away from the giant holding onto me. If monster trucks were humans, that would be this guy. I wasn't getting out of this.

"DeShawn," Someone growled, "Let him go. It was an accident and you both know it."

Through my hair in my face, I looked up to see a guy covered in body mods and tats. He reminded me of Johnny, except with more holes in his face. Otherwise, the body type, long black hair, and attitude was spot on. He was my height about. Why he thought it was a good idea to take on a fucking tank, I have no idea.

"I'm not sure what I should laugh at more. The fact that you called this slut a 'him' or that these guards let you out of the hotbox again." DeShawn replied.

"I'm not afraid to go back, so let the tramp go. He's not even in your cellblock. He's in mine. That's my territory, meaning I get to break him in. Not you." He sneered.

He sighed, "Fine. When you're right, you're right."

I got shoved into this guy. He took a step back and glared at me for not catching myself. I wasn't as scared of him as them. Even if he did rape me or beat me, he wouldn't do the damage they did. That's what I thought until he spoke. I was close enough this time to realize he had razor shark teeth. He looked like a fucking shark.

"What? Cat got your fucking tongue?" He spat at me.

"Sorry." I muttered, "Just trying to wrap my head around everything. Thank you for that, by the way."

"No problem. You're going to pay me back, though. C'mon." He began to walk and I followed him. Glancing over his shoulder, he said, "Name's Kuza, by the way."

"Kuza?" I asked, making sure I heard him properly. It was a... different name.

He stopped dead in his tracks and faced me down, "Did I stutter?"

"No... I just wanted to make sure I heard you right. My name's Devin but everyone calls me Ghost." I said.

Kuza grabbed ahold of my jaw and titled my head side to side. "What did a pretty thing like you do get in a place like this?"

"I tortured and murdered over ninety people. If anyone asks, though, it was only twenty." I replied plain as day.

He smirked, "I think you'll fit in well here. I ate a lot of people. Lost track though. If I had to guess, maybe thirty? Anyways..." He trailed off as he continued to walk. Kuza led me to a table. He hopped up on it and patted the space beside him, "This is Josh, by the way. Don't mind him. They've got him on a lot of drugs to keep him in line."

"Yeah, they have me on a few downers. Probably why I'm so out of it."

"As long as you behave, you can get off of them eventually. Those two sucking face over there, that's Ange and Chris. You can trust them too. Everyone else, don't fucking talk to. They just want to use you." He seethed.

"Angelo is my cellmate. I've already met him." I replied, "And, I mean, you just want to use me too, don't you."

He took in a breath as he thought, "Good point." Kuza unbuttoned my orange shirt. I had a bra on underneath because the guards were nice enough to respect my gender identity. He tied the two sides in a knot to make it into a crop top. "Better. Don't be scared of the teeth." He mused and turned his head to kiss me.