"Come on, you slow piece of crap" you stutter as you run towards the campsite. You are starving, and she is keeping you from the cookfire. You aren't even sure why you brought her on this trip, except she is your boyfriend's little sister and he'd insisted.
You don't even like camping, but you've always had a fetish about getting laid under the stars by a fire. You start to get wet just thinking about it. All of a sudden the little shit slams into your back.
"Sorry I was looking at the fire and didn't see you stop"
"Watch yourself, Katie. If you don't, you're sleeping in the lake."
"Sheesh, bite me Sam."
When you finally get to the campsite, Ray has the flames jumping pretty high. "Burgers will be done in a few girls, get your plates." You can't stand it when he calls you a girl, and its worse when he refers to you and his sister in one group.
"Grab the plates retard," you mutter, out of Ray's earshot. She hears you and answers "Fuck off, sea bass." Ever since you started dating Ray, she's given you this little name, cuz she says you stink like a rotten fish. It was cute at first, but now its gotten on your nerves.
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Later that night...
Your fantasy is finally fulfilled. Ray is all about it. He's pounding away like an obediant carpenter when all of a sudden, you hear a rustling. You look around and see nothing. You focus back on the task at hand. You moan quietly.
"What the fuck are you doing!?! Sea Bass, you nasty bitch."
Katie stands there with a flashlight in her hand, shining directly on your face. In shock, you jump up, buck naked and slap her. She falls over backwards, crying, in a little ball.
"Whats the matter, retards don't feel pain" you scream. All of a sudden, she bursts up and slams you onto the glowing coals of the dying campfire. She pins you there, screaming madly.
You can immediately smell your burning flesh from your searing back.
"W-w-w-what the fuck was that " you scream, throwing her off you. You are in shock from the pain, although you can feel blood running down your legs. "what was that!"
"See, Ray, I told you," she giggles as you pass out, "I told you fish have no concept of fire."
A nodeshell challenge baby. Inspired in some tiny fashion by Stephen King, Zalman King, Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas, and the letter 3. I'm terrified by what my brain does at 4 am.