Jake had honestly gotten bored waiting.
When Frank had "suggested" Amanda come into his cabin and look at his "driver's license photo," of course Jake knew exactly that what he was doing was to get Amanda briefly out of his line of vision to do something with her. But he knew things, however awful they might appear in his head, had to happen, and so he let Frank flap in the wind for a moment and said he could take her.
She certainly wasn't enjoying herself, and the more time he spent with Frank Morrison, the more he disliked and was disgusted by him. He came from wealth, he'd seen plenty of rich CEOs with wives that they ordered around to do their bidding. They were there to keep the household running, and were basically told to not bother their husbands while they were out partying with their friends or working.
Of course, what they were doing was nowhere near as extreme as what Morrison was so adept at, but he was kindred spirits to those CEOs he'd seen. Jake had channeled the way he'd seen a few of them act at his father's parties into his performance to sell it, because what he was doing simply wasn't in his nature. The thought of Amanda being subservient and at his beck and call was a thought that was positively revolting. Her wild spirit, naughty and sometimes wicked nature, and confidence were one of the many reasons he loved her. Subservient Amanda was a horror show.
Even so, just patterning off the CEO's he remembered for his performance wasn't enough. Amanda was a killer not a gold digger. When they'd been talking, he remembered they had both been lonely when they first met. They took it from there. Surprisingly, Jake had suggested to Amanda the bit about lightly threatening to abandon her to her loneliness to make it logical that Amanda would quit being a killer and move to the survivor realm because after Jake had "gotten his hooks in," Amanda had been too desperate for companionship to be left alone.
Doorman.
That word sprung to Jake's mind as he pretended to have no idea that Frank was making moves on Amanda. Holy fucking shit. He'd been absolutely floored when Frank said...Actually SPOKE the word calling the Entity a doorman. When he'd involuntarily made his step back he was CONVINCED the game would be over right then. Even Amanda, the best liar he knew, broke character in that moment and stepped back with him. One thing was for sure, the Entity was NOT going to let that slide.
He glanced over at another cabin that had a single light on. That must be Julie and Susie's place. He hadn't seen either of them tonight, and had no doubt that they were following the Fuhrer's orders to keep out of sight. That was another thing that pissed him off. He wasn't friends with them, after all, they tried to kill him every trial he had with them. But he sympathized with them because a lot of what they were was because of Frank. They seemed dangerous and scary in a trial, but outside of the trial, they were just duped girls waiting for Morrison's next order. They were so brainwashed by Morrison that if Jake had not been present, would have simply sat in their cabin as Morrison continued trying to manipulate Amanda into having sex with him.
What kind of lowlife screwed two young women regularly, and then had the nerve to make them sit in a corner while he made moves on a third? How low must they think of themselves that they thought the situation was okay? Amanda's opinion of herself had been pretty close to rock-bottom when Jake had officially come into her life, but there was no fucking way, even then, that she'd just have sat idly by and let him keep her for sex, while also pursuing Kate, or Nea, or whoever, for sex as well.
And if Frank's endgame had been successful, and if he'd managed to manipulate Amanda into joining his mini cult, the pair of female sex objects, no doubt, would have said nothing while Morrison acted like a king and chose which one of them he'd screw for the night. Christ, what a life. If he was in their shoes, he might find release in hunting and killing survivors too.
Forget it, Jake, it's Cultitown. His mind told him. It may be a tiny one, but it's a cult. Why did 900 people kill themselves because Jones told them to? Yes, some of them did it because they killed the children first, but still, at the end of the day, 900 people believed what Jones said and swallowed deadly poison. You're a logical guy, you would see through it. But those people needed to believe what Jones was telling them. Even Amanda needed something like it, and she's one of the most blunt and rational people you know.
He nodded slightly at himself. John Kramer had not been Jim Jones. But Kramer had a message he believed in. He showed Amanda he believed and had faith in her, and she'd needed that. She'd willingly allowed him to mentor her, and even now, decades after he'd died, she still loved him more than her father. He didn't condone Kramer's actions, but his faith in Amanda and hers in him had brought her to this realm and allowed them to meet and fall in love, so he owed Kramer for that.
Jake glanced at his Rolex, feeling absolutely stupid for wearing a watch where time had no meaning. It was one of the concessions to what he wore that he made several years before he'd first entered the realm, when his father had insisted he stop dressing like an unmade bed and represent the Park family in his appearance. He hadn't decided to escape off the grid at that time, and so he'd worn it. When he patched up his relationship with his dad that brief time they returned, he'd started wearing it again and it had stayed on his wrist when he had gone into the woods and brought Amanda back.
Of course, who knew what the real time was, but he could at least see how long Amanda had been gone. Plus, since he was playing a manipulative rich boy, it helped add to the character, as well as the business casual attire Amanda had suggested he think and wear. He glanced at the dial. Frank had disappeared with her five minutes ago.
Even though it was tempting to just relax, he knew the unseen Julie and Susie might be watching him, so he decided to keep in character, frequently glancing at his watch, looking generally bored and ready to leave. He stood up from the log and walked in the opposite direction of the cabin Amanda and Morrison had disappeared into, pretending to distract himself with the flora, but no fauna, of the darkened woods.
His watch said it was now up to seven minutes, long enough for Morrison to have not only shown her his driver's license photo, but also his baby photo, the one of his Baptism, first Communion, and his school photos from kindergarten to high school.
He couldn't be having sex with her...Could he?
Morrison was an asshole through and through, but he couldn't quite imagine him going THAT far when Jake was right outside the door. The thought stirred a noisy feeling in Jake's gut. They'd of course talked about Amanda doing some...Additional activities to sell her whole manipulation brain wash story, but they hadn't...Had THAT chat yet.
Jake considered himself somewhat traditional, and he'd never cheated and would have expected his partner to do the same. But...He'd never been in love as strongly as he was with Amanda. So if she ever did have an affair...He found himself thinking he might forgive her for it. And the thing was, if he ever did, he knew she would forgive him. Based on guilt she carried over her past actions, she'd probably find a way to blame herself for him doing it, and/or be glad she was being punished like she often felt she served.
And while he knew she "fucking loved him," he also believed she had found her new addiction. She couldn't quit him cold turkey. He'd never cheat on her, of course, because even if she relished the hurt it would make her feel so she could allay her guilt, he couldn't live with hurting her in that way, but if it ever happened, he knew she'd forgive him.
And his mind spoke at him: And that's why Julie and Susie will let Frank have sex with your wife without a single protest. Because they feel about Frank like your wife feels about you.
It had a point.
But this scenario was different. Sex with Frank, if, IF it reached that stage, would not be cheating in a sense. The physical act would be, but it would not be emotional. She wouldn't be doing it because Jake was not satisfying her in life or in bed, as an actual affair often began. She would just be laying in his bed, letting him do it and probably not enjoying it to keep manipulating him into believing she was under his spell.
That other questioning part of his brain asked him, But if he wants to fuck her, and she lets him, isn't that a win?
He considered. No, not really. For one thing, if it happened, Morrison would believe it had occurred either because he'd charmed her into it, or because she was emotionally attached to him, when she was neither. When he found out the truth, that would be a blow to his ego.
But the other thing that would prevent it being a victory is because it would take Morrison further into Fantasy Island. His goal, ultimately, was to steal her from Jake and use her for sex forever, or at least for as long as he was in the realm. IF...IF Amanda went all the way with him, Morrison's fantasy would then turn to him believing it was reality. It would convince him that he really was going to effectively steal her, which would crush him even more when he got the news that was never going to happen.
Jake shook his head. In all of his 28 years, he'd never once imagined he'd be actually debating whether or not to let another man sleep with his wife. Even worse, the guy wasn't Robert Redford and he wasn't even getting a million bucks out of it.
Ultimately, he needed to talk to Amanda about it. he needed to know how SHE felt about it. It may turn out to be a conversation about nothing. But as he glanced at his watch and now saw she'd been gone for close to 12 minutes, he was beginning to think it was rapidly turning into a conversation worth having. But in his own mind...
He could see himself going along with it, for all the reasons he'd just debated. He'd hate the idea of it happening, because the man was truly a walking and talking pile of shit, but she didn't love him, she wouldn't want to do it either, and it wasn't like either of them had been virgins when they met. But it would all depend on her feelings. And once he found out what had been going on in Frank's cabin for the last...Now...Thirteen minutes, Amanda would be able to tell him whether she felt that would be a necessity for this game to go on.
It had been long enough. If he didn't at least say something soon, it would be pretty obvious he'd let this happen. After all, he was "Jake" tonight. He started to walk towards Morrison's cabin.
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Julie had been watching out her window in the darkness as Susie laid on the bed with her eyes open. She'd been watching since Amanda had first arrived. She couldn't see Frank's door, but she'd seen Frank leading Amanda that way until they disappeared from her line of vision, and she knew they must be in there. Frank had gotten her alone and was certainly doing something to her that would make her see the light, and join the bond and family of their group known as Legion.
He'd explained in ways both she and Susie's stupid brains could understand about why they needed her. About how she might replace Joey if his relationship with the survivor girl kept progressing and he left. she'd demonstrated she knew how to handle a knife and kill, so she'd immediately be able to hunt with them. There would be no gap in Legion's performance between Joey's exit and Amanda's entrance
And after all the years of just having her and Susie to tend to his sexual appetites and give his energy to, he needed her in the group because he had leftover energy to share, and he needed to expel it inside of her, and help her. "She's hurting so bad, Julie," Frank had told her. "It makes my heart ache every time she leaves. I know my energy could heal her. I need to get her here, I need to heal her. It's the only way I'm going to have peace in my aching heart." And of course, Julie agreed. Frank loved her and knew what was best.
Susie did as she was told, so hadn't needed much convincing, and she considered Frank's sharing of his energy with her to be penance to Frank after she'd allowed herself to think resentful and jealous thoughts of Amanda and the beauty she'd developed by being able to age and mature more before entering the realm, she realized how stupid she had been. She'd grown to loathe ugly people as much as Frank did. His energy should be expelled in a woman who was beautiful, like Amanda.
Frank's amazing energy had been revealed to them only a year or so after they'd joined the realm. Frank had brought Susie and Julie to his cabin and explained in a way Julie and Susie's inadequate minds could understand that he had a power inside of him since entering this new place that he wanted to share with both of them. It was a power meant only for them, since they were girls. it was not to be shared with another man like Joey. But it wasn't a power that could be shared with a mere touch, or with a kiss. The only way Frank could share his energy with her and Susie was after they'd finished having sex.
The energy was in his penis, he'd explained so they both understood, and he had to clear his penis of sperm so the energy could flow out after. He'd tried masturbating it out of the way but the energy had expelled so quickly after he'd done so that it had been wasted. He needed to empty his balls and penis if his cum inside of them because it would immediately flow out of him and into their pussies right after he came.
Julie and Susie were both thrilled and eager. They knew Frank was special but now he was even MORE special. They could wait to see what the energy in Frank's penis felt like after it flowed into them.
So the three of them had gotten naked, and Frank had sex with Julie first, and after he climaxed, all Julie felt was the warmth of his sperm in her. But he'd immediately began to shudder and spasm, locked his eyes with her, and held her hand, and told her to open up her senses, and she'd feel the energy, and after a moment, she had convinced herself she had felt it. Then he'd pulled himself out of her and she felt pulses of his energy continue to surge through her as his sperm trickled out onto the mattress.
Then his penis had swelled again, ready to share more of his energy, and so he'd laid Susie down, had sex with her, and after he'd cum in her, he shuddered mightily and stared into her eyes as well and held her hand, and Susie said she also felt the energy inside of her after she'd opened up her senses. Then Frank had stared at very seriously.
At the time, she'd been dating Joey. He told her that after having Frank's energy now inside her, she could no longer be intimate with Joey or he would take it away. Susie had nodded, and he had Julie lay back down beside Susie, and had expelled his energy into both of them again, one after the other, after his climaxes. This time, he hadn't needed to tell either of them to open their senses and feel it. They'd felt it as soon as he shuddered on top of them. In their minds, they were convinced they felt it right away, and both had told them they felt it as he smiled in satisfaction. The next day, Susie had ended things with Joey.
Thinking of that time, and of all the times since that Frank had shared his energy with her and Susie made her again feel so guilty at the way she'd let the negative thoughts of the ugly people that Frank hated enter her mind. She couldn't believe she'd felt jealous when Frank had held Amanda and stroked her thigh. Frank had been trying to connect with her and give her his energy. She had been terrible and evil for being jealous like she had been. It was so wonderful what he was trying to do for her, without her even asking for it. How could Julie be upset that he'd want to allow a third girl, a girl who was so fragile and broken, be healed as he expelled his energy into her?
Because Julie now knew how broken Amanda was. He'd told her and Susie Amanda's story the next day, (Embellishing it greatly, though neither of them knew that) after he'd had the night to sleep and forgive himself for not being able to help her more, for not trying to make her stay and force her to be healed by his energy. Frank's energy invigorated both her and Susie, but in Amanda, it would temporarily heal her. After all, she was very very broken, and Frank would need to expel his energy into her nightly for a long time in order to keep healing her. Julie had suggested he may need to do it more than once per day, after hearing her tragic story, and Frank had nodded in agreement and praised Julie for making the intelligent suggestion.
After she'd had to leave before Frank could even kiss her, and break the connection temporarily that Frank had been forming with her, he'd had so much energy built up to begin her healing that he'd been almost deranged. He'd burst into their cabin, told them to get naked as he undressed, and had been almost violent in connecting with them and expelling his energy inside of her and Susie, over and over again, for over half an hour. She wasn't sure how many times he'd been back and forth, but his energy needed to exit his body that he'd cum very quickly every time to get his sperm out of the way. Finally he'd expelled it all, and laid exhausted between Susie's thighs.
She shook the thoughts from her mind and watched the man who had forced Amanda to bring him as he walked around THEIR camp. Because he HAS forced her, she was sure of it. He was trying to prevent Amanda from being healed because he was selfish and wanted to keep her. He'd make her stay with him and keep her hurting rather than do the right thing and just let her go.
As the man made some purposeful strides towards the door, and seemed to be intending to interrupt the connection Frank was trying to make with Amanda, Julie's hand closed on the handle of her knife. Frank had told her not to interfere when Amanda came, because he felt he'd be able to connect with her more easily if they were alone, but that plan was made when he was expecting only Amanda and the other girl survivor to come. Now this other man was here, and it looked like he was trying to get in the way. If he got close to Frank's door, Julie would rush from the cabin and kill him. Amanda's healing was that important.
She could tell even from her window how evil he was. After talking with her last week, Frank had described how evil he was, but now actually seeing him, she realized he was even more evil than Frank had described. Evil, and UGLY. . She'd watched Amanda looking sad and scared at the ground, hardly even speaking in his presence, and saw the way the man had pulled her to be at his side like she was his property while he talked with Frank.
Such an asshole. Such an EVIL, HORRIBLE, UGLY asshole. The other survivors looked down on Amanda too, because even though she was beautiful now, she'd grown up in a trailer. How could they be so AWFUL? Hating such a hurting, beautiful woman just because she'd lived in a trailer in her childhood. The other survivors in the camp were as UGLY as her husband.
They were the complete opposite of Frank. He was desperate to heal her, and desperate to save her. Now that she understood how horrible Amanda was being treated in the survivor camp, especially by this man, Julie would be glad when she could come here and heal from Frank's frequent sharing of his energy. No wonder he was working so hard to get her to join them. He was trying to bring her to the safety of their camp. Frank really was the most wonderful, thoughtful, and compassionate man in the world.
Julie scowled. That other girl, Claudette, better not be UGLY or Julie would kill her too for trying to corrupt Joey. She glared and watched out her window at Amanda's husband. PSSSSSH husband. Amanda's cruel master, her user, her preventer of being HEALED.
Jake stopped at the log he'd been laying against and hollered something Julie couldn't hear the words, and then Frank had hollered something back but she couldn't hear that either. It seemed to resolve the situation, because Jake had simply sat down and leaned back against the log, before glancing at his watch again.
Julie took her hand from her knife and glared. He seemed in a rush to take Amanda away from Frank, and from the camp, away from the refuge the camp would eventually provide to her. he was trying to take her away from being HEALED too, because he was a selfish UGLY asshole.
Julie smiled. If Amanda had finally sensed Frank's healing power, and allowed Frank to take her into the cabin, even with her UGLY husband trying to intimidate her into leaving and lurking around outside, then Frank was definitely making progress into making her see the TRUE light, and making her realize she needed to abandon her old life, and her husband, and savor the wonder and togetherness of Legion. And be safe. And be loved. And be healed.
Julie didn't think Frank had been able to have enough time to open Amanda wide so she could feel Frank thrust in her, connect with her, and expel his energy for her deeply inside her body, but even if she hadn't yet, she was definitely close. He'd done something that would make her return so Frank could finally truly heal her by putting his penis inside of her. And then she'd be one of them, forever.
Maybe it was good there was another delay. Now she could come back, and Frank could take her to his cabin, and she and Susie would be waiting. Then he'd get her naked, and get naked himself, and lay her on the bed, and spread her legs. The anticipation would be high between all of them as he lowered himself onto her and entered her. Hopefully, as he started to make his powerful thrusts, Frank would let her and Susie each take hold one of her hands as his power grew, and grew, and he finally exploded and expelled his energy into her for the first time. Julie smiled.
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Jake heard the sound of the door open to Frank's cabin. Amanda walked out first. Jake almost had to bite his tongue to keep himself from giggling at the expression of pure hatred, loathing, and disgust that was twisting Amanda's face. She had such beautiful features, but when she was angry, her face twisted in anger in ways that would never seem possible.
If she could, Jake knew she'd be verbally dropping F-bombs all over the camp. In fact, he could see the thought bubble above Amanda's head, with FUUUUUUCK written in huge, bold, letters. Frank, walking behind her, couldn't see her expression. Fortunately for Amanda, though she and Jake never knew it, she dropped the expression quickly. Her face was calm and serene when she stepped back into Julie's line of vision. Had she not done so, Julie would have eventually figured out that Amanda was DEFINITELY not sensing Frank's "healing energy." She sat down on the ground next to Jake.
Frank sat on the log that served as his throne, feeling pretty pleased with himself. He'd thought the visit was going to be a washout with Jake showing up, but he'd actually managed to get off. It wasn't sex, but it felt better than just jerking off.
Frank had no doubts at any time about how much she wanted him. After all, he believed himself a genius and was arrogant and egotistical to boot. If he'd had any doubts though, Amanda's performance in the cabin would have dispelled them. She wanted him, and she needed him, bad. She was desperate and completely craving having his younger cock inside of her.
He felt his damp underwear sticking to his dick and a wave of superiority washed over him. Here he was, calmly staring at Jake, acting like nothing had happened at all, and just moments before, he'd been between his wife's legs and ground himself to a solid orgasm while he was right here outside, completely oblivious.
If Jake truly HAD been oblivious, he wouldn't have been after he noticed the circular wet patch that had soaked through the right-hand side of the crotch of Morrison's light-colored bluejeans. He'd gotten something out of her, but the disgust he'd glimpsed on Amanda's face showed him without a doubt that she hadn't enjoyed whatever it was even remotely.
Nonchalantly, Morrison said, "See? I told ya it was a bad photo," Morrison was still pretending that they'd actually been looking at his "driver's license photo" for 13 minutes. James Bond he was not.
Jake said in a tone that had just a hint of accusation, "Took you long enough to show her."
Without missing a beat, Morrison said, "It had fallen behind a table, I had to look for it. and then of course I spent a little time (Dry humping your sexy wife, fucker) showing her the cabin. Was it the same style as yours?" He looked at Amanda pointedly again, reminding her that in Frank's mind, her opinion mattered.
Amanda nodded again, "Yes, quite similar."
Morrison grinned at Jake, and if he hadn't been a killer, and if Jake and Amanda hadn't been roping him into an elaborate sting to deflate his ego and humiliate him, Jake knew in that moment he would have punched the smarmy son of a bitch right in his smiling mouth. He didn't like letting Morrison make a fool of him or Amanda, even if it was for the greater good.
"So tell me about yourself, Jake. You told me about how you two met, but what about you personally?" Frank glanced at Jake's left wrist. "That a Rolex you're wearin'? Looks fancy. Amanda and me, we weren't lucky enough to be born into money. We know what it's like to be poor, don't we?"
Now that...UGH...THAT had happened, Amanda decided to keep up the silence but not act so much like she was in a wide-eyed coma, and let Frank think that (BARF) he'd "invigorated" her a little. She glanced at him and nodded, meeting eyes with him.
Another connection he shared with her, Frank thought, making a mental checkmark that he'd scored another point on demonstrating how he and Amanda shared something that Jake would never understand. Even if Jake was an asshole, HE OWNED A ROLEX, yet Amanda was completely drawn to Frank, who did not. His charm was THAT good. Oh, and she was stupid. That helped.
Jake glanced at the wet spot on Frank's jeans, and suddenly had an idea. Something that would even the score before they left for the evening. Something that a dominant husband would do if he had a pliant wife, and that would demonstrate his superiority over her.
And most importantly, something that would get Frank's goat.
Jake said, "Oh, it's quite a long story, I'm not sure you want to hear it."
Morrison waved his hands, "I want to know everything about the people in Amanda's life. All their accomplishments, and all the things that they may not be proud of." Yeah Jake, I wanna know all about your fuck-ups so I can use them against you later.
So Jake started talking about his past. He stared at the fire, letting Morrison start to get invested, and then he struck. Making the move seem as normal as the frequent checking of his watch, he rested his left hand between Amanda's legs. He made no eye contact with either her, or Morrison. As he continued speaking, he casually popped the button on Amanda's tiny pair of jean shorts, and spread his fingers to unzip them, exposing the silky black panties underneath.
Continuing to talk, and acting as though he wasn't even paying attention to what he was doing at all, he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of Amanda's panties and gently started stroking her clit. Not once did he change his vocal inflections, nor did he look at Morrison.
Frank was certainly paying attention, watching Jake stroke that spot that should, and soon would, belong to him. Amanda's eyes closed, and Frank was pissed to know that her current master was casting another of his spells over her. God fucking damnit. He should have taken an extra minute or two to make her cum while they were in the cabin. Her breath hitched, and she squirmed. Her sandals slipped off of her feet and she clenched her toes at the sensation.
Amanda had shown no surprise, and based on what he'd seen of their relationship, he was willing to bet the fucking prick did this regularly, when they'd been out in public, or at a movie, or riding in the back of a fancy stretch limo, sticking his hand down her pants and finger fucking her until she came. Despite the anger, he also had to give the prick props. Based on the familiarity of the move, his regular habit of just all of the sudden bringing her to orgasm would have quickly made her melt to his will. He wondered if he'd finger banged her when he'd met her for the first time at that plant or wherever when she was a killer. After all, she was lonely and needy. He could imagine how quick he'd be letting him get his hooks into her if he suddenly stuck his hand down her bloody pants.
He wished he could have met her then. Christ, she'd have probably let him fuck her the minute he walked into the room she was in. Nah, even though what he was doing wasn't much of a challenge, because there was no way she'd have not been able to fall for him, the weekly thing, the husband tonight, it made it a LITTLE bit of a challenge. Getting her as a killer would have required nothing. Stealing her from a husband made it a sport.
Still, he didn't like having to see this. After all, Amanda was his. He should have thought ahead and made her cum before they left the cabin. Jake would not have been happy to have opened her shorts right now and discovering after he touched her that her pussy was dripping wet after being alone in the cabin with Frank.
But he hadn't. And even though he wasn't showing it on his face right now, Frank could sense the smugness radiating off of the prick as he fingered Frank's woman right in front of Frank. He focused that anger, becoming even more determined to take her from him. Next time, he would fuck her. He'd see to that. She'd be more than willing. But even if for some reason she started having second thoughts, it wouldn't matter. He'd hold her down on the bed if he had too. Once he was finished, she'd see he'd been right to force her.
Amanda let out a hitching gasp and shuddered in orgasm. Even then, Jake didn't miss a beat in the story that Frank had stopped listening to as soon as he'd seen Jake's fingers in the place that Frank felt already belonged to him. Jake lifted his hand and casually sniffed his fingers before folding his hands in his lap, still droning on.
Amanda, her pupils dilated, buttoned her shorts and zipped them. She slid her feet back into her sandals and quickly glanced Frank's way, looking ashamed.
Frank loved that. Obviously an orgasm would have felt good for her, as she had demonstrated, but still, she felt guilty for cumming by Jake's hand in Frank's presence. She looked terrified that her body's natural reaction had upset him. She was head over heels for him and wanted him desperately. Frank gave her a compassionate stare and smiled ever so slightly, letting her know it was okay, that he wasn't mad. Relief filled her eyes and she quickly looked away, back into the dancing flames of the fire.
Jake was still droning on when Joey and Claudette appeared from the trees. The two shared a quick kiss and Frank was filled with relief that they had shown back up and Jake finally stopped talking. Jake looked at him. "Guess I'll finish the story later. Time to go, Amanda."
He pulled her to her feet and started pulling her towards the tree line back towards the survivor's camp. Amanda gave him one final glance, filled with sadness and need as Jake pulled her behind him. Frank answered with a gaze of determination and reassurance. Soon, he thought.
After they were safely in the darkness, and out of earshot of everyone, Amanda said quietly, "Did Frank actually call the Entity a doorman? Holy FUCK."