No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

The last time I saw Ernest, I was literally hanging by a thread, side by side with Yolande, suspended high above.

Beneath us was a massive pool, promising a chilling embrace with just a snap of the rope.

Down there, it wasn't just Ernest, even Conrad was cornered at the edge of the pool, held real tight by Brown's thugs.

Brown, lounging casually at the water's edge, seemed to be petting something. I was too anxious to notice the details, and my fear of heights prevented me from looking down.

"Alright, girl, both of these guys have loved you, and you've loved them back, right? But, they've both betrayed you. So, I thought, why not put them to the test? See who really loves you more," Brown taunted me with a twisted sense of amusement in his voice. This wasn't a test; it was a sick game.

"I'm not interested. Let me down!" I demanded, my voice echoing with defiance.

But Brown ignored me, turning his attention back to Ernest and Conrad and saying, "I'm about to drop this lady here, but, oh, she'll plunge into the water. You see what I've got in my pool? They haven't been fed in a week, starving."

The mere thought sent shivers down my spine. Despite my fear, curiosity won, and I glanced downwards.

My blood ran cold. Crocodiles. The pool was teeming with them, including the creature Brown was caressing.

was a stench

doubt they'd

and Conrad as bait for his

don't you pick on someone your own size?" Yolande spat out, fearlessly standing up

defiance, "A freak, you

Ernest, up there you've got your ex and your current flame. Who do you really love? Let's find

go. I'll feed your damn crocodiles," Ernest said, his voice steady yet filled with underlying

looks like you love them both," Brown sneered, shaking his head.

with Felicia.

is pointless," Conrad interjected, hoping to

his words cut

shove," Brown was adamant about playing his twisted game with Ernest. No, he

In the end, none of us might escape. Brown was plotting to

pointed to

to