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waterfall’s ledge, “for joining us in this time-honored tradition. Tonight, the men will compete in a variety of challenges to determine who will participate in the Claiming Ceremony tomorrow evening. Per our ancient and sacred laws, only those who complete the challenges may claim a woman.”
The women applauded.
Did this mean if Shane didn’t qualify, she’d be off the hook?
Liv started clapping, too. Dear God, please don’t let him pass.
“Let the Sinningitainnartok begin.” Roen whipped off his suede and dove into the water head first with an elegant swan dive, eliciting a wave of groupie-like screams in praise for his penis from the ladies.
Liv snarled.
“That’s my cue,” said Jason and dove into the lagoon. That’s when Liv realized the rest of the men were already in the water, their heads popping up, taking deep breaths.
“Where’d they come from?” Liv asked, astonished.
A brunette with freckles on her nose and long bangs, standing to Liv’s side, said, “Oh, they were just warming up for the big breath-holding challenge.”
Treading water in the center of the lagoon, surrounded by his men, Roen called out, “The hour starts now.”
An hour? Holy Christ.
One of the women, a redhead with short hair, standing toward the front, held up a stopwatch and gave it a click. “Go!”
Nice. Crowd participation , Liv thought.
The men disappeared into the depths of the lagoon, and Liv couldn’t help but hold her breath, too.
The same woman to her side whispered, “I hear some of the men never come back up.”
“What do you mean?” Liv asked.
The woman shrugged. “They told us all sorts of stories on the ship and one of them said that there are tunnels and currents down there. Some of the men get sucked in and never make it out.”
“The island probably eats them,” Liv mumbled.
“Ha!” The woman laughed. “Well, she’ll have to get in line. Because we came a long way for a nibble of delicious merman.”
Liv grimaced. “Yeah.” She tried not to think about the sad, horrific truth of the situation or the fact she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Of course, these women knew full well what was coming, and they couldn’t be happier. It would take a miracle to stop this thing.
She then thought about Roen down there in the water. For some reason, she didn’t feel worried— That man is a survivor.
As for Shane, she prayed she’d never see his face again.
After forty-five minutes, the first head surfaced and the man emerged from the water. His facial expression—shame—contrasted sharply with his rude exterior—long black hair in a braid down his back, a black beard, shimmering green eyes, and a tattoo of two crossing tridents over his chest.
The women applauded loudly, saying words of encouragement. “Awww, Zale, that’s okay. We still love you.”
The women sighed at his impressive manhood and then turned their attention toward his round solid ass as he disappeared into the forest.
“Well, ladies, most are still in the running,” said Stopwatch Redhead.
Liv began nibbling her index finger. Please no Shane. Please no Shane.
A few more minutes passed and several more men surfaced—a blond guy with a fanged serpent tattoo that wrapped around his leg and lower abdomen, and another man with cropped brown hair who had biceps the size of cement bags. Each “loser” made the walk of shame out of the water while the women savored the opportunity to ogle every inch and make catcalls.
Finally, the hour was up. However, the men didn’t resurface like she expected. “They don’t have watches,” she realized, meaning they’d stay down in the dark water for as long as they could and hope it was long enough.
Another half hour ticked by at an excruciatingly slow pace, and Liv found herself standing ankle deep in the water. Almost all of the men had come up for air—one hundred and eighty-nine, to be exact.
Still no Roen and no Shane.
Okay. Don’t worry. I’m sure
The women applauded.
Did this mean if Shane didn’t qualify, she’d be off the hook?
Liv started clapping, too. Dear God, please don’t let him pass.
“Let the Sinningitainnartok begin.” Roen whipped off his suede and dove into the water head first with an elegant swan dive, eliciting a wave of groupie-like screams in praise for his penis from the ladies.
Liv snarled.
“That’s my cue,” said Jason and dove into the lagoon. That’s when Liv realized the rest of the men were already in the water, their heads popping up, taking deep breaths.
“Where’d they come from?” Liv asked, astonished.
A brunette with freckles on her nose and long bangs, standing to Liv’s side, said, “Oh, they were just warming up for the big breath-holding challenge.”
Treading water in the center of the lagoon, surrounded by his men, Roen called out, “The hour starts now.”
An hour? Holy Christ.
One of the women, a redhead with short hair, standing toward the front, held up a stopwatch and gave it a click. “Go!”
Nice. Crowd participation , Liv thought.
The men disappeared into the depths of the lagoon, and Liv couldn’t help but hold her breath, too.
The same woman to her side whispered, “I hear some of the men never come back up.”
“What do you mean?” Liv asked.
The woman shrugged. “They told us all sorts of stories on the ship and one of them said that there are tunnels and currents down there. Some of the men get sucked in and never make it out.”
“The island probably eats them,” Liv mumbled.
“Ha!” The woman laughed. “Well, she’ll have to get in line. Because we came a long way for a nibble of delicious merman.”
Liv grimaced. “Yeah.” She tried not to think about the sad, horrific truth of the situation or the fact she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Of course, these women knew full well what was coming, and they couldn’t be happier. It would take a miracle to stop this thing.
She then thought about Roen down there in the water. For some reason, she didn’t feel worried— That man is a survivor.
As for Shane, she prayed she’d never see his face again.
After forty-five minutes, the first head surfaced and the man emerged from the water. His facial expression—shame—contrasted sharply with his rude exterior—long black hair in a braid down his back, a black beard, shimmering green eyes, and a tattoo of two crossing tridents over his chest.
The women applauded loudly, saying words of encouragement. “Awww, Zale, that’s okay. We still love you.”
The women sighed at his impressive manhood and then turned their attention toward his round solid ass as he disappeared into the forest.
“Well, ladies, most are still in the running,” said Stopwatch Redhead.
Liv began nibbling her index finger. Please no Shane. Please no Shane.
A few more minutes passed and several more men surfaced—a blond guy with a fanged serpent tattoo that wrapped around his leg and lower abdomen, and another man with cropped brown hair who had biceps the size of cement bags. Each “loser” made the walk of shame out of the water while the women savored the opportunity to ogle every inch and make catcalls.
Finally, the hour was up. However, the men didn’t resurface like she expected. “They don’t have watches,” she realized, meaning they’d stay down in the dark water for as long as they could and hope it was long enough.
Another half hour ticked by at an excruciatingly slow pace, and Liv found herself standing ankle deep in the water. Almost all of the men had come up for air—one hundred and eighty-nine, to be exact.
Still no Roen and no Shane.
Okay. Don’t worry. I’m sure
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