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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Aahhhhh! Richard yelled again, the object being torn from his body. Hands immediately moving to clutch at the blood seeping wound. Teeth gritting in the pain he was in, Why in the bloody hell did you pull it out!? The male shouted at her, cursing her under his breath as his eyes were held tightly closed. What in the fuck happened?! Marcus... he's a dead man if he's still alive.. that fucker... crashed my yacht... killed my- Another pain shot through his body, crushing any want to finish his statement. The pain in his leg was growing, struck fairly deep. Marcus had done a few tours in the jungles of Africa, he was well equipped with survival skills to keep himself alive for years, if necessary. Enough food, supplies from the yacht that wouldn't perish within the first month. Simply needed to take it slow, pace himself.. think that he was in the military again. Devolve back to that life he once lived. 'Aahhhhh!!' The scream echoed through the jungle, Richard... The male spoke, clothes soaked.. it was nearing night. He'd need to get settled to make a fire.. something to keep himself, and any other survivor's he found, alive. So far.. he only believed Richard was still alive. Ugh! Get the fuck away! Richard barked at Jennifer, smacking her bloodied hand away from his leg, This is your god damn fault in the first place! The male spoke, already starting to point the blame at his wife and Marcus. If you hadn't... distracted Marcus! We'd all be safe! Grunting lightly, the male's body racked with another sharp pain. The male screamed out in pain, his leg still bleeding... staining the sand below him the crimson red color. Shh! The male shouted at Jennifer, though he was the one making all the noise. What in the hell was that shuffling!? Richard questioned, looking toward the lush trees of the island. A miniature jungle on their own little island.. shall be interesting. I'll fucking kill you if you come any fucking closer! Richard shouted, his half-truthful attempt at a threat coming very, very short from it. They were in the light, whoever was in the trees.. was not. Obviously, wasn't hard to tell that Richard wouldn't be doing anything. Come down, boss, Marcus spoke, stepping from the trees, Its just me.. The male continued, tearing a piece of his sleeve off. Long enough to wrap around the male's wound. - You! You son of a bitc- Aahhhh! The older man screamed, feeling the male tie cloth around his leg. When we get back to the states... your ass is fired! Except a lawsuit, too buddy! Richard removed his right hand to jab his fingers into Marcus' chest. Only causing him to grow irritated with the male. Thats if you make it back to the States, sir... The male spoke in reply, standing up. I bid you farewell, out of us three.. I have the most survival training here by a long shot. Enjoy getting around with that gimp leg, Dick. Marcus spoke, turning to move to the brush that he came from.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Jennifer jumped back from him as her husband smacked her hand away from his leg. She sighed, looking around helplessly, thinking a miracle might come out of now. A rescue boat, another person, anything! But from the looks of it, the couple seemed to be on their own. And Richard was blaming Marcus for everything, as well as her for the pain he was currently experienced. As she tried to get close again, he only pushed her away with more force. I was just trying to help you! But if you want to lay there and suffer, that's fine! She yelled back, crossing her arms and stepping away from him, though remaining close enough to watch him without being pushed and shoved around. This is the thanks I get? Well screw him then, let him bleed out in the sand.. Her thoughts were hateful, but at the moment Jennifer felt no guilt or sorrow for him. She'd tried to help him when he needed her the most, and he'd driven her away, so why bother to try? Blaming everyone else for his problems instead of accepting help. Not exactly a smart strategy if he wanted to survive. Then Richard started to tell her to be quiet, but the only one screaming and making noise was him. Then as he threatened her life, she stepped further away, not wanting to be anywhere near her husband at this point. Then hearing the rustle from the bushes, she moved towards the water, not exactly prepared to defend herself, but keeping her distance couldn't hurt. But it turned out to be a friendly face, Marcus. Jennifer smiled a little, at least he was being calm and sensible about this. But as he tried to help as well, Richard refused, casting him away as well. Watching as the tanned male turned, heading back towards the brush, she sighed, knowing she couldn't let him go, it wouldn't do any of them any good if they separated. And she knew he had experience in these kinds of situations, valuable survival skills that could keep all of them alive. Running up from the sand, Jennifer caught Marcus by the arm, halting his movement. You can't go! We can't just leave him here like this to die! She pleaded, despite her feelings of resentment towards Richard at the moment. It still wouldn't be right to leave him, and she knew that. Pulling him back a little towards the shore, she looked him right in the eyes. Please, help him..you have to.. Of course he didn't have any motivation, not to mention good reason to save her husband, especially considering the way he was acting. But moral obligation was guiding her decisions, and hopefully it would appeal to Marcus' judgment as well. Please.. She said, pulling on his shirt. Help him..for me.. She whispered to him. If not for him, would he do it for her?
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Marcus felt the girl's hand tug on his arm, a light sigh passing through his lips as he heard her statements. Yeah, Marcus was completely fine with leaving these two out here to die by themselves. He didn't have to do anything.. didn't have to help Richard, didn't have to help Jennifer. Removing her hand from his shirt, the male turned to look at Richard. Grab a side... we need to get him out of the sand. The male muttered lightly before turning back to Richard, kneeling down beside the male.. his tone completely pissed off, cursing at Marcus, spitting at the male. Alright, this isn't going to work... The man thought to himself, Richard, calm dow- The male interrupted his statement to quickly hit a pressure point in his neck, watching his body fall limp. Fuck... finally... The male groaned lightly, he hated using any sort of violence to men in pain, but, there was no other possible way to deal with Richard if he hadn't knocked him out. Picking his left side up, the male slung his left arm over his shoulder's, waiting for Jennifer to do the same. It took them roughly twenty minutes to get the quickly going over-weight male to a suitable spot to set up camp. Marcus idly working to start a fire after re-patching the male's wound, he lost a lot of blood.. but, he'd make it. Didn't hurt a terribly important vein or anything, he'd just be tremendously sore and potentially gimp in his right leg forever. Marcus wasn't a doctor, couldn't preform surgery on this male's leg even if he had the right tools. Watching a small fire begin to flame in the center of his rocks and dried bark, adding a few pieces of dried leaves to keep the fire going before adding a few pieces of wood. Turning toward Jennifer, a light frown forming on his lips. Are you all right? Marcus asked, a slight worried tone of voice. I need to run back to.. the yacht, you can come if you want. Need to get the first-aid kit, Richard will need anti-biotic if he wishes to keep his leg.. just with major muscle and tissue damage. Better then it being cut off. Standing up from the fire, The fire should burn for a few more minutes if you wished to stay with Richard, just add a few more pieces of dried leaves and bark to keep it burning if you wish to stay.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Helping Marcus carry - make it drag - Richard out of the sand as he advised, they picked out a spot to set up camp. The sun was going down, it would be dark very soon. It was true, he didn't have to help them, either of them, especially considering how badly Richard treated him while working. But now he was really in need, but there couldn't be much motiviation for him to help out, and although reluctant, it seemed that she'd managed to get through to him. Before long they had a fire burning and he'd fixed up Richard's leg to the best of his ability. It was probably necessary to knock him out, since Richard wouldn't accept help from either of them while conscious. And still her husband remained out cold for the time being. Sighing lightly, sitting on a log she'd rolled out from the brush, her eyes watched the flickering flames, small sparks crackling up now and then from the dried leaves and branches they'd gathered and used for tinder. Marcus had really proven himself as useful so far, and hopefully it would stay that way. And hopefully Richard would calm down and let him help them, because it seemed like he was their only shot at survival on this god-forsaken island. Perking her head up from the fire at the male's familar voice, holding herself, at least that's what it looked like, Jennifer looked up at Marcus. All right is pretty much the last thing I am right now. Tired, hungry, upset, frustrated, worried, and a little pissed off right now. But definitely not all right. She didn't mean to sound cold and distant, the last thing she wanted to do was drive a gap between herself and him, but it was hard not to get defensive from such a stupid question. Seemed he had knack for asking them as well. Forcing a smile, she contemplated whether or not to go with him, there didn't seem to be much point for her to do so. Plus, if Richard woke up with both of them gone, it would probably just make him angrier when the two of them came back. Who knows what conclusions he might draw? Or suspicions that might form. For all Richard knew, if they came back after he woke up, he would probably assume the two were sleeping together. So the best course of action would be to stay with her husband, for both their sakes. Even if it mean a verbal assault if he did wake up while Marcus went to the yacht. Turning her attention to him afrter thinking it over, she spoke up in a quiet voice. If it's all the same to you, I think I should stay with my husband. Otherwise he might get..ideas, if we come back together. She said, expressing her reasoning openly to him. But while you're gone, do you think you could possibly look for some of my clothes? Jennifer still had her bikini on, as well as her sweatshirt and wrap, but it wasn't enough, they wouldn't stay clean for long. She wouldn't be surprised if he didn't find anything she could wear, but it didn't hurt to ask.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Marcus shook his head lightly, a light smile resting on his lips. That wasn't what he was asking all right as in injuries, cuts, bruises. Tired, hungry, pissed. Those emotions were nothing out here, you learned to ignore the useless emotions like sadness and anger. Focus on keeping yourself awake and strong enough without the right amount of foods to eat. Surely, there were fruits around that he could get. Potentially find a knife of some kind in the damaged yacht, he would need it to cut fruits and all other sorts of fun stuff. Shaking his head lightly, the male pushed himself up from the fire. Remember, add dried leaves and dried bark. Stretching his arms out lightly, he didn't plan to look for much tonight. First aid.. and get his long sleeved shirt from the command room so he could give it to Jennifer, serve as a blanket for her tonight. Moving toward the way that they came from the yacht, the male stopped in his tracks to look back at the girl. And, note.. I meant if you had any cuts and bruises, not how you were feeling. His legs quickly moving again, he didn't say that to make her feel stupid.. just to try to lessen her pissed off mood. Marcus returned to their camp with the large metal box, the white and red plus sign on the top. He picked up a few other things a pair of girl jeans, he was unsure who's.. figured they would fit Jennifer's form without problem. His long sleeved shirt, a knife and some minor foods. Just something basic.. he had jerky. That was it, something that had protein in it.. would be able to last them a good bit as long as they took their time eating it. Moving toward the male, the male tossed the pants to Jennifer. Moving on the right side of his leg, the male flipped open the first-aid kit. Delicately removing the bloodied sleeve from Richard's leg, You need to grab his arms... or sit on him, this will hurt him a whole hell of a lot. Marcus warned the girl, Richard would flail about. She just needed to hold down his exhausted form. Opening the peroxide bottle, the male poured some on a piece of cloth. Rubbing at the seven inch cut. Aaaaah!!!!! Richard screamed, Oh fucking god! the male continued to scream, the stinging from the peroxide stirring him from his unconsciousness. His torso flailed up, only to hit the ground with a thud. The pain was too unbearable, only caused his body to shut back down. Taking in a light breath, Marcus sat in front of the fire, adding a few pieces of log to the fire. He would need to sleep soon.. big day ahead of him.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Jennifer watched as he went off to gather supplies and such from the yacht, patiently awaiting his return. She looked over at Richard, who remained unconscious, it almost looked as if he'd never wake up again. Leaning over to him, she lightly caressed his cheek before kissing it. She still loved him, not matter how much cruel, rude, or intolerant he could be. Being sure to keep the fire burning during Marcus' absence, the male returned soon enough the first aid kit, as well as some other things. She caught the jeans, holding them against her. Turned out they belonged to her. Thank God he'd brought back something . Not her entire wardrobe, but it would do. Standing up off her log, she pulled the jeans on and buttoned them before sitting back down. She watched Marcus curiously as he began to treat Richard further, pulling off the bloodied sleeve used to wrap his wound. Just as he warned her to hold him down, her husband screamed and flailed up, just to go falling back down, hitting the ground with a thud. So much for that. Smiling over at Marcus, she spoke up politely. Thanks for the jeans, I really appreciate it. And for helping us. I know you didn't have to, but it was still very nice of you. A gentle breeze swept in and Jennifer zipped up her sweatshirt a little to keep warm, even with the fire going. Getting up, she went around Richard, out cold again, to sit next to the tanned male, looking over at him. I know my husband doesn't really treat you well, in fact blames you for all of us, but it was still good of you to help. I want to thank you on his behalf and my own. Leaning over she kissed his cheek softly, again holding herself in her arms, finding comfort and solace in doing so. Stifling a yawn, Jennifer stretched, suddenly letting the exhaustion hit her, realizing how tired she really was. We better get some sleep. She remarked, moving off the log to curl up in the sand, closing her eyes and trying to drift off.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Jennifer smiled as Marcus tossed her the shirt to use a a pillow, a lot easier that laying her head in the sand, keeping it out of her hair. Thank you.. She whispered, looking over at him, before resting her head back down, cushioning it with the balled-up shirt. As she laid there, finger tracing in the sand, a bit caught up in her thoughts, she couldn't get to sleep right away. Marcus was being terribly helpful, especially when he didn't have to be. It seemed, at least, that the male was concerned with her well-being, and maybe Richard's, but not likely. Probably just for her sake that he was being treated and taken care of. God knows her husband's attitude towards him wasn't a motivation, maybe it was just good moral judgment driving his actions and decisions. But that didn't seem too likely, either. Trying to clear her mind, as hard as it was, from all the events that occured, of where she was, of what had happened, the brunette was finally able to drift of to sleep, laying a few feet from Richard... And before she knew it, Jennifer was awake again, woken up by the quite audible yelling, cursing, and screaming. Her husband, no doubt about that. Not only that his voice was familiar, but who else would it be? Stirred from her sleep, which certainly wasn't the best sleep she'd ever had, the female leaned up, her view of her husband blocked by Marcus, who was most likely getting his wound treated. And if not, he'd still probably be yelling at Marcus for one reason or another. Picking up some of their argument, still half-asleep, she heard calm down, crash, leg shredded, plan, and most clearly, sleep with my wife., already her husband was suspcious, it seemed. Sighing lightly she got to her feet, stepping around to sit on the other side of Richard. Resting her hand on his shoulder, she was going to try to keep him calm, since Marcus' reasoning and explanation seemed to do nothing to quell his anger. Please, honey, you've got to relax, listen to him please... She said with as soothing a voice as she could muster, although even trying this would probably just earn her a laundry list of accusations as well. Listen to him, he knows what he's doing.. Jennifer insisted, desperately trying to keep him relaxed. It would just make matters worse that she was siding with Marcus, but at the moment she didn't care. No matter how much of a prick he had been, and was still being, as his wife she wanted to do what was best for him, even if Richard was too stupid to realize it..
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix His rage was expected yacht crashed, friends killed, leg injured. Richard's 'perfect' vacation had took a sharp turn for the worst. Trapped, abandoned with his wife and a handyman, on a island who knows how far away from the nearest body of land. Richard's flare up, his rage, anger for both of them. It was justified in a few ways, but, it would get really old.. really quickly. I'm talking to you, Marcus! The male continued, the handyman continuing to do his best to simply ignore it. His wife helping the situation in no manner, Men are talking, Jennifer! Shut up! Glaring at the woman who now sat at his side, hand resting on his chest. He was exhausted, sore, in pain.. his emotions were being wore on his sleeve. Everything being taken to personally, his wife siding with the handyman. Only signaled that she was wanting to sleep with him. Owww! The male howled as Marcus pulled back more of the bandage, Stop that, you fuck! Marcus sighed, removing his hands from the gauss pad before shifting back, pushing himself to stand up. I'm going to find a bottle, or something, to fill with water. I'll be back sooner or later... The male spoke, shaking his head lightly. Stepping over Richard to move back toward the way they came from the wreckage. You fuck him yet, Jennifer? The first thing he said to his wife, his suspicions running high. There was no 'Good morning, sweetie' with a kiss on the cheek. Simple question, simple answer. It seems terribly fishy that you go and visit Marcus then the yacht crashes. Richard's eyes glaring at his wife, hands clenching against the sand. Let me guess.. Richard paused, his eyes simply glaring at his wife.. if looks could kill. You went up, gave him a little hand play then he crashed so you two could fuck in the jungle, huh?
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Sighing lightly, Jennifer turned away as he immediately started accusing her of infidelity. How he got it in his head that she was cheating on him was beyond her. Although it wasn't too surprising, consider who Richard was. She really knew him, probably better than most people, and it was somewhat understandable, but completely ridiculous in this case because he was dead wrong. And that's exactly how he'd end up if he didn't start trusting her and Marcus. In his condition, her husband would have to go on a little faith here. Something the man in question rarely did. Always finding foolish justifications or reasons to point fingers and blame at everyone except himself. No responsiblity, absolutely none at all. Stupid man.. She muttered under her breath, knowing he couldn't hear her, probably too focusing thinking about her cheating on him, which she of course wasn't. After a few minutes of silence, Richard's rambling aside, Jennifer finally turned back to look at him, a somewhat neutral expression on her face, looking down at the sand before lifting his gaze to look right at him. Reaching over she gently rested her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. Raising her free hand, it held her wedding ring, a simple but gold band with diamonds embedded around it. Finding his eyes, the woman forced a smile, mustering the courage to speak up. Look, Richard, whatever sentiments or ideas you have in that thick head of yours..you can just forget them. I don't know what you're basing this off of, where or what your proof is, but I'm not cheating on .Whether you know it or not, I'm committed to our marriage, and have been since that day. I don't fuck around, and wouldn't be surprised if you are. She said as-a-matter-of-factly. So either you can trust me, and Marcus, or keep being stubborn. Which will only things more difficult for all of us. Finishing her long-winded lecture, she lowered his gaze to look at the ground, lowering her hands to her sides, hugging her knees to her chest. As if defending herself for the next slew of insults that would burst from his mouth.