Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 103931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Let the chaos begin.
10
Paxton
@Stargossip: Do you think there are killer snakes on the remote island where Twisted Lily is being filmed? That's a hard pass for me!
@TwistedTealover: Probably. Would serve Brad right to get bitten.
@Lostintranslation: Brad will save Teagan . . . or place the snake in her bed . . .
@Deathtothesystem: One can only hope. Maybe that will finally stop this horrific movie.
By the time I situate myself in my room, it's pitch-black outside. This place is fucking awful.
Hell, I can see why Brad is freaking out.
I'm barely containing my ire.
While I have no idea if his accommodations are better than mine, I can still see how, even if they are marginally better, this isn’t what he signed up for.
Nowhere did the director indicate that the actors would be roughing it.
Listen, I grew up outside. Camping. Sailing. Hell, I was a fucking Boy Scout. I can appreciate the ambiance, but that’s me. And most people aren’t like me.
Take princess, for example.
She was shocked. While she tried to play it cool, I saw the way her footsteps stumbled when the huts came into view. The stress was evident by the way her damn fingers tapped her leg continuously. Now, sitting here, I debate what to do—go to bed or go meet up with everyone.
I'm a little hungry, and seeing as food options are limited, I'll need to head back to civilization to find something to eat.
Craft services are most likely still set up.
I open the door and look around. There is absolutely no visibility. My gaze darts toward Mallory's hut, and I realize that if she's hungry, she may not be able to find her way at this time of night.
Mallory is not your problem. She can fend for herself.
But . . . if something happened, I wouldn't forgive myself. No matter my opinions of her, I'm not that guy.
In the end, the gentlemanly part of me wins out, and I walk over to her hut, sidestep the hole and knock on her door.
At first, nothing happens. I don't hear anything and wonder if maybe I'm wrong. Maybe she already left. She may be down by the open field with everybody else.
Then I hear a rustling sound, a series of groans followed by footsteps.
The door swings open, and a small light streaks out across the distance. It's coming from her bathroom, but it does nothing to illuminate the space.
Instead, it casts a soft glow over Mallory.
I take her in. She looks as if she was sleeping. Her hair is disheveled, and her eyes are swollen.
After staring for far too long, I track my eyes down, and that's when I realize her mistake. She is barely dressed. She's wearing a skimpy white tank top that does nothing to cover her.
What's with this girl and her poor clothing choices?
Her nipples are pebbled through the thin material. I let my gaze drop, and she has little shorts on, too.
They're not tight, but what they are is short, and her toned legs are not hidden from my view. Her hand lifts, making me look back up until our gazes lock.
She scrubs at her eyes, clearly confused.
“I was coming to see if you wanted to walk back with me, but seeing as you fell asleep, I'm assuming no.”
Hopefully, she says no, because as much as I don't want to admit it, the idea of her wearing this in public makes my blood boil.
I'm not sure where that thought came from, but I don't like it.
The group at the fire mainly consisted of men, and out here, that's dangerous.
She opens her mouth and then closes it. It's as if she's thinking about what she wants to do, but ultimately, she shrugs.
“I'm just gonna go back to bed.”
“Works for me,” I say, turning around to get the hell out of here.
I head toward the field where I assume everybody is. The more time that passes, the more worried I am for Mallory.
There were no other huts on our side, leaving her completely alone out here.
Not your problem, Pax.
She'll be fine.
As I get closer, the noise of people talking confirms that I walked in the right direction, and all thoughts of Mallory disappear with my growling stomach.
It doesn't take much longer before the path opens to the clearing.
There seem to be different groups set up, but one thing I do notice is that there aren't a lot of people. Far smaller crew than usual for this type of movie.
Then again, in the meetings, Stefan had said a lot of the filming would be done with a handheld camera to feel more natural in scenes.
When Brad's character lusts over his young ward, the scenes will be shot from an angle to make it feel like you’re looking at the world from the hero's point of view.
It should be interesting to watch. That is, if all goes as planned.