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This story is going to be a challenge I think, no regrets though. Disclaimer still applies.

Here is chapter 2, Fly Trap!

A day and a half later, Alice was still in the shack. She'd slept, eaten, and after extensive deliberating she'd decided to have a more thorough wash, but without undressing entirely. Having wrapped a batik around her body, she started by washing her clothes as best she could before hanging them up. Then, pausing every few minutes to listen out for any approaching footsteps, she started washing herself and her hair.

Finished, she put the damp clothes back on and finger combed her hair. She wrapped it in the batik and wandered back into the main room. No one.

Hesitantly, she walked to the door to take a look out. A big, muscly pirate stood with his back to her, holding a machine gun. She hurried back in.

There was a window above the bed, so she climbed on top of it to have a look out. The camp was heavily guarded with pirates, dogs (a kind of pitbull half breeds), and from her spot she could see some sort of bamboo stage with people kneeling on it, hands tied behind their back. One of them was Brad. She gasped. Further along, there was another elevated area with a roof made of branches, and there she could see people hung by their wrists. There were Tim and Jessica. Plus some other people from the trip. Alice covered her mouth, let her hand slip to her throat. Scratched at the skin.

Suddenly, a laughter now scarred into her brain forever rang loud, awfully close.

As if stung by a bee, Alice jumped up and ran out of the bedroom, banging her knee on the door in the process. She looked desperately for something to make her look busy, and, at the last second, fell to the floor near the TV and grabbed the first DVD, pretending to read the back cover. His shadow covered her.

"Hello" he said. "How are you today?"

"Oh um, I'm ok, thank you."

"Did you sleep?"

"Yes, yes I did."

She could feel that he was staring at her, but she couldn't bring herself to face him.

"Are you not gonna ask me how I am?" He barked, and she jumped.

"Oh! Sorry, how are you?" She tried to sound nonchalant, but her voice wavered like an old lady's.

"I'm ok."

She nodded, twitched her lips. Turned back to the DVD. She heard him walk over, slowly. The tips of his boots were nearly touching her legs. She could feel the heat emanating from his body. Her hands started shaking.

"You like Superbad?" He asked in disbelief.

Her eyes finally saw which DVD she was holding.

"Um, yes."

"It's a shit movie. It's fucking shit but it's fucking funny no?"

"Yes."

"I know the guy who plays McLovin." He said, taking a few steps back.

"Sorry? I mean, pardon?"

"McLovin. That fucker" he bent, pointed at the character on the cover. "I know him he's a good friend."

"Oh."

What on earth was he on about?

"If you want, I can introduce you. Do you want to meet him?"

"Pardon?"

"Do you want to meet him?"

"Uh, I don't... I'm not... What do you...?"

"DO YOU WANT TO MEET HIM, YES OR NO!" He yelled suddenly.

"Sure,sure!"

"Ok, come here."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her outside. The batik fell off her head. They walked past the armed pirate, down the steps, and into the main courtyard area. The pirates looked at her, detailing her. The crazy one was still holding her arm, tightly but not painfully. His long strides were hard to follow. They walked past the stage - or gallows, really - where Brad was. He did not look up. They walked past Jessica and Tim, and Jessica locked eyes with Alice.

"Alice! ALI!" Screamed Jessica in a broken voice.

This woke Tim up.

"Jess!" Shouted Alice, feeling tears coming up.

"Ali! Ali!" Jessica started fighting her bindings, and Tim just sort of looked at her, his eyes tired and unseeing.

"Hey! Let her go, don't hurt her!" This was Brad, waking up.

"LET HER GO!" Shouted Brad, trying to get to his feet.

"Where are you taking her?" Cried Jess.

A pirate hit Brad in the stomach and he fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

"Ali!"

"Jess, don't fight! Oh please don't hurt them!" Whimpered Alice to the pirate pulling her towards the gates.

"It's not me who's hurting them." He said simply.

Alice threw one last desperate look at her friends before they were out of sight. She looked forward and saw the gates open. There were pirates everywhere, heavily armed, and they had cars, cars equipped with huge machine guns. They had nasty dogs that barked at her. Nasty pirates that barked at her. Subconsciously, she shifted a bit closer to her captor. As if on cue, he pulled her against him and wrapped his arm on her shoulders, keeping her close, nearly choking her. He smelled of weed, smoke and sweat. The hot, moist air of the jungle stuck to her skin.

They exited the camp, walked on the road for a bit then went into a wooded area.

"Where are we going?" She asked after a couple of minutes had passed.

"To meet McLovin, like I said."

"But where is he?"

"He's at the beach,stop asking so many questions nena."

They got to a beach. Finally he let go of her and led the way onwards. Alice's eyes had forgotten about bright lights, and she blinked in the sunshine and warm, white sand.

"Ok this way!" He sounded excited, and the girl felt even more frightened. Should she run?

As if he'd read her mind, the pirate shouted over his shoulder: "don't make me pick you up".

She followed. There was no one on the beach. Was he taking her there to kill her? Drown her? Rape her? All three of those?

They walked on, and eventually Alice couldn't take the suspense anymore.

"Hey, um, if, if you're going to... You know..."

"Here!" He was pointing at the sand.

She followed his gaze. Gagged.

There was a head in the sand. A blue, dead head. A human head. The McLovin actor's head.

"Here he is! " chanted the pirate. He did a twirl, pointed his fingers at the head, as if announcing a star to a tv show. "Mr McLovin! I call him Chris though. Say hello to my mermaid Chris, say hello to my sirenita. Chrissy?" He looked back to her. "I pissed on his head once. It was a joke, no hard feelings hey Chris?" He bent to his knees, poked at the head. "Ok don't be rude, say hello to my mermaid Chris." A fly escaped the mouth.

Alice screamed.