A/N: I'm just messing around with an idea right now. Please forgive me for the length of this, but I was bored. And just having fun. Kinda.

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"Gone. Gone. Double gone." Calli said, throwing things into a fiery barrel in the Boys' cave. "Gone, gone, gone. Ew…that's so gone."

She heard the sound of the Boys' boots on the cave floor as they came walking out of their sleeping chamber. Her eyes flitted in their direction and saw the surprise in their eyes at the sight of her being in their cave without them having brought her there.

"What?" she asked, putting her hand on hip.

"Well, Calli princess, you're in our cave and it's a work day," Paul said, tilting his head to the side.

"So?"

"And you're wearing Devil horns," Marko pointed out, gesturing at the devil horns glittering on her hair. "Which is never a good sign."

Calli rolled her green eyes. "You think?"

"And you look to be destroying everything that has to deal with porn or nudity that we have," Dwayne said, watching her.

Calli smirked and threw more of the video tapes and posters into the fiery pit. "There you go." She turned to collect more. "Fuckers."

Paul and Marko let out cries of alarm and ran towards her. "No, no, no!"

Calli whirled around and held out a crucifix which had them backing up. "You really don't want to mess with me right now, Boys," she said, glaring at them. She lifted a videotape and looked at the label. "Big titty redhead fucks on the third date…" Her green eyes flashed on them. "I thought you never did even second dates with other women?"

"Um…we got creative with the naming of videos," Marko said, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Dwayne! She's got a damn crucifix!" Paul whined. "And she's destroying everything!"

Calli refused to look over at Dwayne. If she looked at Dwayne, she would calm down. He had that effect on her. Just like David did sometimes. But she didn't want to calm down. They had hurt her. And she knew that there had to be consequences.

"Tell me," Calli said, tossing another magazine into the fiery barrel and watching the sparks go up. "Where is David on this lovely night?"

Dwayne sighed. "You saw."

Marko and Paul let out low whistles and backed up even more, knowing that Calli was pissed and rightfully justified.

"Oh, I saw. I heard." Calli's eyes turned to the cave entrance that they'd come from. "I know that he was fucking around with another girl…I don't care if it was for shits and giggles too. I don't care if he was doing it for blood. He was fucking around with her."

"Calli…"

"DAVID!" Calli screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. "Get your motherfucking, cock sucking ass out here and face me!"

David came walking out, half dressed and looking like sin. But Calli was not going to be swayed by his tempting good looks. She was going to be swayed by his seductive look that he threw her. That smirk that he threw at her and the way that he undressed her with his eyes.

"Hey Calli," he growled gently.

"Don't you dare," Calli growled, lowering her crucifix as she looked at him. "Don't you fucking dare!" She glanced past him. "Where's your whore?"

David's face betrayed little of his betrayal, his shame. "She's somewhere. You're here."

"And I'm going to leave as soon as I get out all of my anger on you," Calli hissed, dumping the box of porn into the barrel. "I'm going to leave all of you and leave the fuck out of Santa Carla because it is not worth it anymore. You're not worth it anymore, David."

David's eyes darkened. "What? You can't leave."

The Boys muttered amongst themselves, shifting uncomfortably as they looked between the two. Calli was not to be distracted. She circled the barrel and put her hand to the apex of her thighs.

"Oh, and someone else's pussy is good enough for you to finger and fuck?" Calli demanded. "When you declared for six almost seven fucking years that you wanted no one's pussy but mine! All of you have said that and I bet all of you have been fucking off with someone else!"

Calli pulled down part of her camisole and exposed one of her breasts. The Boys drew in hungry breaths, all having known her breasts well.

"You all claim that you want these," she said, glaring at them. "You claim that these are good enough for you. And yet, I'm a B barely a C and you're going after sluts who are DDs and fake. And you're jerking off to girls with tits bigger than your fucking heads."

"Calli, baby, princess," Paul crooned, taking a step towards her.

"Shut up, Paul," Calli ordered, her voice cracking like a whip.

Paul's mouth immediately shut and he stepped back, his eyes lit up with hunger. All the Boys, she could tell were getting turned on, but she didn't care.

"You all fucking suck," Calli growled, pulling her shirt back into place. "You've all betrayed me. With other girls. With sluts. And with really shitty porn." She gave them a look of contempt. "You had something real and you would rather fuck off with something that would never love you back. Pathetic."

She turned and started toward the stairs that led to the exit of the cave. David's hand wrapped around her throat and he held her in place, his breath at her ear.

"Let me go, asshole," she ordered, squirming.

"You're never leaving Santa Carla," David growled in her ear. "And the only way you're leaving this cave…is after we have all fucked you back into some sense…because you are the only woman we want and you're the only thing we think about when we jerk off…if we could fuck you every single minute of every single day, you wouldn't be able to walk, ever again."

Calli growled. "You don't scare me."

"Challenge accepted."

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A/N: Oops. I did that. Oh well. Bye. -Scarlet