Author’s note-I can honestly say I’m pissed Stacie’s fate was what it was. She was the sweetest girl ever. This story is literally the saddest story I ever wrote for Literotica.
And I didn’t want Devon to make the Black Person Dies First thing a reality for this story, but that’s how it went. Everyone else had more importance to the plot than Devon did. He had to go first.
This is the last chapter of the story.
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All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.
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“The gold was real all along.” Irene said as the containers filled with gold remained open.
The eighteen-year old girls were inside the ship’s bridge, Jenna cherishing the fact Devon’s death wasn’t in vain.
Irene laughed, the girl filled with a glee that made Jenna laugh herself.
“Your happiness makes me happier.” Jenna said before reaching for a gold bar, which was as enticing as Devon had been.
Irene slapped Jenna’s hand. She said, “Stop. We can’t get our excited fingers on it first. Let’s see if there’s a boat outside we can use to load the gold onto. And escape, of course.”
Jenna nodded.
“Right,” she said, facing Irene.
Irene closed the container, lifted her rifle from the floor, aimed.
“Irene, what the fuck?!” Jenna said, her heart pounding at an quick pace as her friend kept her gun trained on her face. “I’m your friend! And I did nothing bad to you! Put the gun down!”
Jenna raised her arms, as if it would prevent Irene from putting a bullet in her brain.
The blonde had to return to Stacie, give her a sweet hug, give her a precious kiss.
“Know what I had to do to get this far?” Irene said, her voice trembling. “I had to make sure no one could even touch this gold. This gold is more important than you, Stacie, everyone.”
Jenna gritted her teeth, shook her head.
Her best friend wouldn’t kill a puppy if someone offered her a billion dollars to do it.
Stacie did not deserve death.
“Don’t kill Stacie. She’s the sweetest person ever.” Jenna said, her pistol in her right pants pocket. If Irene could turn her back on her, the blonde could put a bullet in the back of her head. “And this is stupid, Irene. I’m one of your good friends. I love you.”
“It’s your fault Stacie got sick. You wanted Devon’s cock. You were a whore, so you sent your best friend to get sick.” Irene said, which Jenna didn’t comment on. “That Black cock better had been the best cock you ever had.”
“It was.” Jenna could’ve said but didn’t.
“It’s okay. You’ll be with him after you meet God.” Irene said before giving Jenna a nod. “Now, walk outside.”
Jenna walked outside, Irene keeping the rifle pointed at the back of her head.
Wind whipped at Jenna’s long, blond hair, warm.
The stairs ascending to the platform had no monster occupying it. No one was there to rescue Jenna.
She turned her head to the darkness-dominated sky.
No cloud occupied the sky.
“Beautiful night, despite everything that occured.” Irene said. “Put your hands on the railing.”
Jenna took a few quick steps forward, gripped the railing’s metal.
Irene intended on murdering her, but it was not impossible to make the Italian girl spare the blonde.
The first boy who had pushed his cock into Irene’s pussy was someone Jenna introduced to Irene.
“I’m the reason you had sex for the first time. And he was a good guy, Irene.” Jenna said, hoping her words were enough to prevent her death.
Irene laughed.
“He was a good fuck,” she said.
“Yeah. I’m glad he dated you for a bit more, too.” Jenna said.
“Me too, Jen. But I’m still going to kill you. You’ll die, but I’ll be wealthy forever. And my dad will love me a lot more than he does now.”
Her hands raised, Jenna said, “I know you want to keep making him proud, but do you think he’ll be proud of what you’re doing right now?”
Sixteen seconds passed.
Jenna took a deep breath, hoping she wouldn’t die.
Tears leaked from her eyes.
Irene not shooting her yet, Jenna said, “I really love you, Irene. And if you don’t kill me, I promise I won’t stop being your friend. I’m still your friend.”
One second passed.
“Jenna.” Irene said. She took a trembling breath. “I can’t let everything I did be for nothing. I’m always going to regret this.”
Jenna shut her eyes, filled her mind with Stacie.
“Don’t kill Stacie. No matter what,” she said, accepting her soon-to-be death. But she didn’t intend on having Stacie die on the ship. “Please.”
“I won’t kill her. I promise.” Irene said.
Jenna released an relieved sigh, as if Irene wasn’t close to firing a bullet into her skull. The blonde said, “Thank you.”
Roaring.
Jenna opened her eyes, turned.
A glow emitted from Irene’s rifle’s flashlight, the light touching the name written on the illuminated monster’s forehead.
“Tucker.” Irene said, directing her words to the red monster, who was as bald as the other monsters.
Tucker bared his sharp teeth at Irene, did the same to Jenna, focused on Irene, no longer recognizable as Tucker.
He moved the rest of his towering body off the stairs, stood upright.
Jenna pulled her pistol from her pants pocket, her mouth gaping open a bit.
Tucker roared.
“I had to do it, Tucker. I’m sorry.” Irene said, keeping her rifle trained on the boy, who was now a savage monster.
Jenna aimed.
After Jenna’s last boyfriend had ended his relationship with her, Tucker made her a chocolate cake, kissed her head as she ate it in his family’s kitchen.
Tucker was no longer someone who would bake Jenna a cake before kissing her head.
The boy had tried having sex with Jenna against her will, but all past resentment for Tucker fleed the blonde’s body as she viewed the true monster he now was.
The monstrous Tucker slashed Irene’s gun.
Dropping to the floor in two separate pieces, the rifle remained useless.
Irene scurried into the bridge.
