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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Author's Note: Hello, world and my wonderful readers. Once again, thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites! :D The more reviews I get, the quicker I update, but you all know I'd update regardless! If anybody has any suggestions, feel free to send me a private message, I'd love to hear them! Sorry if this chapter is long, but it's worth it! As far as the title goes, don't worry, NOBODY dies! I have really taken a liking to that song and thought it fit well. I have NO discrimination against anything LGBT. One of my best friends is gay, I just put that word in to add emphasis and not deliberately. I apologize if I offended anybody, that was NOT my intention AT ALL!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE, NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN, A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY, CHASING THE SUN, EVERYBODY LOVES ME, RENEGADE, MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DARK, AND ALL ALCOHOL AND CIGARS MENTIONED. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON, THE MOODY BLUES, FERGIE, THE WANTED, ONE REPUBLIC, STYX, AND FALL OUT BOY, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
WARNING: OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE, DRUG USE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT
Chapter Seven: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody… Or Could It?
The Tainted Kitty, Midnight, Friday, December 5th
It had only been two years since they all partied together, but it was as if not a day had passed. Duncan, Geoff, and Tyler, "The CSUN Party Boys" were back in action! They arrived at 10 sharp (Chris had sent a town car to pick them up), decked out in their coolest threads and began the festivities with a round of Patron shots while enjoying Butterfly's salsa routine to The Wanted's "Chasing The Sun'. She had started out in a flamenco dress, then ripped off the skirt to reveal a hot pink and black tube top and mini-skirt, both covered in fringe. Chris arrived with a box of freshly imported Macanudos and Arturo Fuentes cigars from The Dominican Republic, which proved to be a little strong but still enjoyable nonetheless, followed by some "drink sampling" once the Patron shots were downed.
Beer Busters (vodka, beer, and two dashes of Tabasco sauce)and Typhoons (Gin, Anisette, Lime Juice, and Chilled Champagne)suggested by Geoff to start, for the party boy in all of them. A Hole in One (Johnnie Walker Red Label, honey, and unsweetened tea)and Bloody Bulls (Vodka, Tomato Juice, and Beef Bouillon) were Tyler's recommendation, saying they're "what athletes drink". Rusty Nails (Scotch and Drambuie)and Black Velvets (Guinness and Champagne), two of Duncan's favorites that tickled his bad boy side. For the grand finale, Billionaire's Margaritas (Jose Cuervo Reserva de la Familia, Grand Marnier Cuvee du Centenaire, and freshly squeezed lime juice) and Sidecars (Triple Sec and Cognac)from Chris, to enhance the businessmen within them all. Izzy was having a blast making the drinks, even sneaking a few in herself. While the guys polished off their beverages, they enjoyed the show.
Candy Cane Lane's routine to One Republic's "Everybody Loves Me", followed by a group performance from all the girls (or as Chris called them "The Tainted Kitty Barbettes") of "Renegade" by Styx, where they were clad in cute little black and white striped jail outfits. The latter really had the crowd going, and Duncan was drawn to Courtney the whole time. After they were done, Bridgette gravitated over to Geoff and Tyler had struck up a conversation with Lindsay, even Duncan was getting some attention from Heather. She was definitely hot, but she was a little aggressive for his taste, and breaking his unintentional celibacy streak wasn't his first priority. Plus, he only had eyes for Courtney. When she left to get his Rusty Nail, DJ Lightening's voice boomed over the sound system.
"DJ Ligh-ten-ing is back, SHA-POW! Up next, a scientific molecular event that nobody should miss, what happens when fire meets ice! It will surely cause the audience to "evaporate"! She knows what your songs do in the dark, without further adieu, Ice Chickie!"
The audience started hollering, Duncan the loudest, as the lights dimmed. "My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up)" by Fall Out Boy blared from the speakers. When the first line of the song played, the lights lifted a little, and there was Courtney, in a black leather corset and black satin shorts. She started dancing, every move was flawless. It wasn't until the chorus played when she tore off the corset and kicked off the shorts, revealing a rhinestoned bikini in colors of a flame, and the pyrotechnics shot flames up to nearly the club ceiling, that Duncan went crazy, as did the crowd. He was practically howling when she took to the pole. God, this chick is unbelievable! Duncan didn't even take a second glance when Heather brought him back his drink, for his eyes and erection were focused 100% on Courtney.
When she finished her set, Duncan stood up and applauded.
"Like what you see?" Chris leaned into Duncan.
"Fuck yes, I did! She's the best thing you've got here. Hey, is she single?" Duncan asked, hoping his answer would be yes.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, kid. You can't turn no stripper into a housewife." Chris guffawed, thinking he was so hilarious, Duncan looked at him in disgust. He's so cruel. "But from what I've heard, she's an incredibly mind blowing fuck."
This definitely snapped Duncan from his thoughts. "What?"
"Oh, nothing." Chris said with a sneaky grin. "She should be out here any minute to apologize to you, though. Heather, can you go fetch her for us?"
"Sure." Heather got up and nodded. "I'll be back for you later, hot shot." She winked at Duncan and sashayed backstage.
"Now she is a prime cut of meat." Chris elbowed Duncan.
"Whatever, she's not really my type."
Backstage Dressing Room
Courtney peered through the curtains and saw Duncan and Chris in one of the booths. There were also that guy Geoff that Bridgette had mentioned, they looked pretty cozy, and some brunette that Lindsay was straddling. "You're in luck tonight, Cherry." She turned to Dakota. "The doofus is back."
Her face lit up. "You mean the super fine, oh-so- divine, hottie hot hottie?" Dakota leaped from her chair and skipped over to Courtney's side, looking out through the curtain.
"Yep, he's returned."
Dakota's smile grew even wider, her eyes were sparkling. "Yay! I'm telling you, girl, he will be mine by the end of the night." She walked back over to the vanity. "Hope you don't mind." she said over her shoulder to Courtney as she started brushing her hair.
Yeah, I kind of do. Courtney thought to herself, but couldn't show it annoyed her. She scoffed at Dakota's comment. "Why would I mind? He's not in my possession, I could care less. Take him, fuck him, whatever. After I apologize, that will be the last of any type of communication that he and I will ever have between us again."
"So, that's applicable to all of us, then?" Heather strolled on in. "Because I've been by his side the whole night, and I know he'll be going home with me."
That's what she thinks. "He's fair game. Go for it, and best of luck that you don't catch something from him."
Dakota's face fell. "Heather! That's not fair, I noticed him first!" She folded her arms across her chest, only for Heather to shrug.
"Sorry, you waited too long and I didn't. Better luck next time, DK."
Dakota looked pretty upset, as well as angry. "I'll find somebody else that's better then that Sons of Anarchy wannabe, you'll see!" she shouted before walking out of the room.
Heather turned back to Courtney. "Anyways, Chris asked me to come get you."
"I can't believe that you're the one having to apologize! So what if you round-housed his ass? He started it!" LeShawna said. At least somebody was on Courtney's side.
"Thanks, Bunz. I whole heartedly agree with you. That smartass punk brought it upon himself." She heavily sighed, It wasn't the right move on my part, though. "I might as well get this shit over with." Courtney flung back the curtains and walked over to the group.
Duncan stood up immediately when he saw her walking towards the booth, as did Chris. He stood up too quickly and nearly tripped, which made the guys start laughing. Duncan had to hold onto the table. Too much booze. He thought to himself. Chris looked seemingly happy to see her, Duncan looked taken aback, even Geoff and Tyler had taken their eyes off the girls to look over at Courtney, in awe that this was the girl that kicked their friend's ass.
"Ahh, there she is! Say hello to the boys, Courtney." Chris wrapped his arm around her. Ever since she broke things off, Courtney had become a little squeamish whenever Chris touched her.
"Hello to the boys, Courtney." she sarcastically replied. The table reeked of cigar smoke and liquor.
"HA! That's nice. You remember Duncan," he turned and gave her a look. "Don't you?"
Duncan and Courtney locked eyes with one another. He looked a tad scared and stoic, but remained silent. Courtney narrowed her eyes and straightened herself up, wanting to maintain a ladylike composure. "Of course. How have you been?"
"Ok. How have you been?" Duncan was relieved that she was being polite and not throwing punches.
"Peachy keen." she replied. This scene was boring Chris to tears.
"Ok, ok. Enough with the small talk, toots. I believe there's only one reason why you're here right now, something that we're all aware of."
"Yes, that's right." She nodded. Did he have to make such a theatrical production about everything?
"Go on now, Chickie. The Rookie is waiting very patiently, right?" Chris looked over at Duncan, who said nothing.
"Well, Duncan, after the other night, I simply wanted to say-"
"I'm sorry." Duncan cut her off.
Courtney blinked, completely confused. "Excuse me?" She thought she was hearing things, and his speech was a little slurred.
"I'm sorry. I was behaving like a egotistical and superficial jackass, as well as making extremely perverse and degrading comments. It was spiteful and inconsiderate on my part. You absolutely didn't deserve to hear such things and had ever strong-willed intention to retaliate like you did. In fact, I commend you on your actions instead of blaming you. So, with that, I'm sorry, Ice Chickie."
Courtney stood there, absolutely speechless. This is unreal! I can't believe he apologized, maybe I had the wrong idea about him, but who knows if he means it. He looks totally shit faced, but it's something else. Did he take drugs? The only indication of anything taken was the ashtray that was filled to the brim with dead cigars. Maybe they pre-gamed it.
Duncan's profound declaration had Chris cackling." Oh, Duncan, Duncan, Duncan! There is no need for you to apologize!" He slapped him on the back.
"Yes, there is." Duncan looked over at Chris.
"Thanks, I guess. I appreciate that. I'm sorry, too. Then again, after the number I did on you, you'll obviously know better than to ever pull any shenanigans like that again in this or any lifetime. Am I right?" She giggled slightly, and Duncan started laughing. Maybe her original view on him was right.
"Ha, ha. Oh Ice Chickie. That's not ALL you want to say to me, is it, love? You may have beat the crap out of me, but bruises heal, baby. You're not so tough now that Chris is here, are you?"
What a arrogant prick! "You asshole!" Courtney lunged at him. Duncan backed off and fell back on the table, almost knocking the drinks over. The two other couples at the table were astounded by the scene in front of them. Chris had grabbed her, but she was wildly fussing to wrangle out of his grip. Her blood was boiling and her face was turned up in a scowl, just like the other night. "LET GO OF ME, NOW, DICK!"
"What did I tell you, Courtney?! He's right and you know it. You're too vulnerable to piss me off. Your actions only bring about your own troubles and downfall." He held on tighter.
"Whatever" She continued to wrangle from his grip. "I'm not too vulnerable at all, I'm too logical to let this moronic asshole be the reason for me being fired."
Duncan started laughing again. "Ahh, but I wouldn't be! It would be all your own game, Princess."
Courtney gasped. She hadn't been called "Princess" since that fateful night when her father was taken away. Further infuriated, she finally managed to get one of her arms free and slapped him across the face. Duncan saw it coming, but couldn't feel a damn thing. His face was numb. Bridgette gasped, Courtney was fuming. "Don't you ever call me "Princess"! I rescind any apology and/or remorse towards you. For all I care, you can fuck off and die!" She finally managed to break free from Chris and stormed off.
"Courtney, wait!" Bridgette got up and ran after her.
Geoff groaned. "Aww, Bridge! Come back!"
All Duncan could do was stand there. Why, WHY did I say that?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! I'm acting like I'm in kindergarten, being mean to the girl I like! Things were going so well, I have no ida why the hell I said that. He felt like he was having an out of body experience, why else would he have insulted her again?
"Duncan, I am so sorry, again. She's getting the boot this time."
Duncan looked at Chris. "No, don't. Please don't do that. She's young, she needs her job. If you fire her, I'm out, and I'm serious." The boys and Chris all looked over at him, completely stunned. "And you need me."
Chris was flabbergasted until he frowned. "Fine! Have it your way! Party's over, I want you idiots out of here before all hell breaks loose! You better show up on time Saturday night at The Smoking Gun, or I'm calling this whole thing off."
"You better not!" Duncan snarled, and flipped the table over, drinks crashing and spilling to the floor. He grabbed Chris by the collar of his shirt and yanked him off the ground. "Don't you ever threaten me again."
Before he could do anything else, he felt strong hands grabbing his arms. He looked over to see the bouncers, Jo and Eva, dragging him off. He hadn't seen Chris snap his fingers, signaling the bouncers over. Duncan looked back at Chris, who was laughing wickedly.
"That kind of behavior is NOT allowed here!" Jo loudly hissed.
"How could you work for such a prick?" Duncan yelled, as they dragged him outside.
"That's none of your concern. You pull anything like that again and you're banned for life." Eva shouted, they were nearing the doors. "Go home for the rest of the night and cool off." With that, they both threw Duncan out of the club, his ass hitting the pavement.
"Argh!" He groaned loudly, being all by himself in the crisp L.A. night, struggling to get up.
"Duncan, wait!" Heather called out, shoving past the bouncers and onto the sidewalk, the doors closing behind her. She ran over to Duncan and kneeled down. "Are you ok?" She tried to help him up, only for him to push her away.
"Does it look like I'm ok? I just got thrown out of a club by two bull dykes! What the fuck is going on, this is the second time this week I've had my ass handed to me by a chick!" He got himself up off the ground, he heard Heather giggling. "What's so damn funny?"
She was really cracking up. "Nothing." She pulled herself together. "Nothing at all, you're kind of sexy when you're angry. I bet you're a real animal in bed. How about I take you home and find out for myself?"
Duncan looked her up and down. The waist length raven black hair, those thin lips, that tight little body, and her smoky grey eyes that looked at him like she wanted to swallow him whole and fuck him until he passed out. She'll do. "You gotta car, Miss Saigon?" Heather's lips curled up into a smile.
"Yep. That one over there." She nodded her head to a silver 2012 Audi A5.
"Let's get out of here." She grabbed him by the hand and led them to her car…
Courtney bolted out of the club's back entrance. She leaned her head back, attempting to make the hot tears that were threatening to drip to revert back into her sockets, which seemed to be working.
"Courtney!" Bridgette yelled, joining her on the sidewalk. That the Courtney had no idea that she had been followed outside. "I'm so sorry that happened, the guys were really drunk, but it doesn't excuse his behavior." She walked up to her friend cautiously, throwing a caring arm around her shoulders.
Courtney looked up at the surfer girl. "I really thought he had changed, I was wrong, and I was waiting for him to slip up. Sure enough, he did! Who cares how hot he is if he's a royal jerk?"
"Do you think that maybe this isn't really him, that he's simply putting up a front to look cool?" Bridgette asked.
Courtney hesitated before replying. "Yes, I do. Think about it. The first time we met, even though we were alone, he was totally coked out. Tonight, he's shit faced and I'm pretty sure he's on something else. Whatever, I don't waste my time with druggie losers, it's the reason I almost dumped Justin. I was pissed over what he said, I was willing to laugh it off as ignorance even though I was mad, but what really pushed me over was when he called me "Princess". I haven't heard it since that night…" Courtney looked down at her stiletto covered feet. Bridgette pushed a few stray hairs out of her face.
"Aww, Court. I'm so sorry. I understand that it conjures up painful memories, I don't think he would have said it if he knew, which he doesn't. Don't let the other things that he said get to you, and it's good that you stood up for yourself. You're such a strong person, it's ok to have a sad moment because you thought of your dad. We just have to work on that temper of yours." The two girls laughed.
"I guess you're right. I truly miss my dad is all. I'm sure that I wouldn't be living the life I am if he were still around." Courtney looked up at the sky, wondering if her father was watching down on her, if he had ever been.
"I know you do. Remember, this isn't permanent. One of these days, you, me, and Zoey will break out and have some normalcy in our lives. We'll always be here for you and we know you'll always be there for us. As far as Duncan goes, maybe once he's clean, he'll come to his senses and sincerely apologize. Geoff told me that he's a good guy despite being a jackass sometimes. They've known each other since college." Courtney met Bridgette's eyes. They had a hopeful and honest look to them, something that she always liked about Bridgette, how genuine and friendly she was. She smiled at her.
"Yeah, that'll happen, when The Mars Rover proves that human life exists on the planet. You and Geoff seemed to look pretty cozy, what's going on with that one?"
Bridgette blushed but smiled widely. "He FINALLY asked for my number! I can definitely see it going somewhere, he's a great guy." Courtney was genuinely happy for her friend. Their sweet moment was interrupted when Chris barged outside.
"There you two are!" The girls turned around to look at their boss. "Courtney, if you weren't on thin ice and my shit list before, you most definitely are now. You better shape up, missy. The only, and I do mean only, reason that gorgeous ass of yours isn't canned is because Duncan said he'd bow out of our little business arrangement if I let you go."
Courtney looked puzzled. "What? Are you serious?"
"Yep, he tried to rough me up, got pretty angry when I told him to leave, so I'm guessing he was serious. I'm guessing he's a masochist to keep coming back for more of your shit. It'd be in your best interest to thank him for saving you, but not on my turf. I had to have Jo and Eva throw him out. As for you, I think you need to take the rest of the night to chill out." Courtney opened her mouth to speak, but Chris cut her off. "No arguments or protests. Do as I say. You'll thank me later. Bridge, you're on in 10, let's wrap this up, girls." He walked back inside.
She looked at Bridgette, still confused. "He stood up for me? I was such a bitch to him! Even if he brought it on himself."
Bridgette smiled. "See, he must have some kind of a heart to come to your defense so you kept your job. A bad guy wouldn't do that."
Courtney pondered to herself for a moment. "You have a point, maybe there is a good guy hidden over that punk ass exterior. Either that or Chris is right and he is a masochist." The two girls laughed, walking back inside.
Meanwhile, back with Heather and Duncan…
Heather was driving like she was in The Fast and The Furious or on Talladega Speedway. Duncan was slumped in the passenger seat, keeping quiet. His head was pounding, the sounds and sights around him seemed to be sped up, and it wasn't entirely due to Heather's driving. She looked over at him. "What's going on, big boy? You better wake up, because I am going to take you for a real ride when we get to your place." Duncan continued to stare out the window.
"Yeah, I'd like to see you try." He's a challenge, no wonder Courtney likes him. Although, she'd never admit it. Heather thought to herself. I've gotta break him somehow. Fully aware of what she was doing, she took one hand off the steering wheel and put it on his crotch. Still unfazed by her actions, she took it to the next level, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He didn't even realize he had an erection until he looked down and saw Heather stroking his member. "What are you doing there?"
Heather smirked. "I'm playing checkers. What do you think I'm doing? I'm jacking you off, so sit back and enjoy it." She began rubbing her hand harder, up and down on his shaft, which she had to say was massive. It was a good ten inches, a monster cock at that. She licked her lips seductively at the thought of it inside of her. The faster she stroked him, the more she sped up. Duncan looked at the speedometer, she was almost going 90! How has she not been pulled over yet? He started squirming in her seat. It felt good, but not good enough. He felt pins and needles throughout his entire body and started groaning, she continued to rub him energetically, until she came to a screeching halt in front of his building. Duncan had exploded when her car jerked forward, shooting his junk up to the roof of her car. Heather gasped. "What the fuck?! Look what you did to my car! That's not going to come out!"
He was panting, his whole body felt numb. "Have Chris take care of it." he mumbled.
Heather growled. "Whatever. Come on, let's go." She dragged him out of his car and inside. Duncan fumbled with the keys. As he was about to remove the key once he had unlocked the door, Heather aggressively turned him around and smashed her lips on his so roughly that she had slammed him into the door opening it. He had to struggle not to fall back, he was already so numb and had no idea why. Bowser came up and started barking. "Shut up, you stupid mongoral!" She snapped at his barking dog before turning back to Duncan. "Where's your room?"
Duncan slurred "B-back that, way. Gotta grab a condom first." Heather pushed him backwards until they both fell back on his bed.
"No, you don't. I'm on the pill. All the girls are on birth control." She bit his neck, causing him to groan. This was so unlike Duncan, being submissive. It was not his M.O., he was the dominant one in his sexcapades. Things were out of his control with this bitch. She slide his shirt off and pushed his pants to the floor, smiling that his erection was standing at attention. Heather threw off her clothes and hovered over his manhood. He gazed up at her toned body, her nipples were pointed out and her pubic hair was trimmed in the shape of a 1. That's odd. He thought to himself. She caught him looking at it. "I'm the best fuck The Tainted Kitty has to offer, I'm number one." and without any warning, she sank herself down onto him, his full length all the way inside her. She moaned and started bouncing up and down on his monster cock. Duncan felt like he was dreaming, and not in a good way. Heather was obviously enjoying herself, grinding against him, riding his dick like her life depended on it.
Except he was hardly getting any pleasure out of this. It felt like he was being fucked by The Energizer Bunny on crack. "Heather… can you, please… slow down?" He slurred. Everything was starting to go hazy.
"What, you can't take not being in charge, stud?" She asked before roughly grabbing his testicles and shoving his face into her breasts. He groaned in pain and tried to bite her nipples to slow her down, but it only turned her on more. Heather was relentless and wasn't going to stop anytime soon, and he wasn't doing anything either. A horrible pain blasted through his stomach all of a sudden, he could feel the bile rising up.
"Get… off!"
Duncan shoved Heather off of him, barely making it to the bathroom in time, as he started vomiting. Heather looked on at Duncan, his face buried in the toilet, dry heaving and puking his guts out.
"This is bullshit!" she snarled, incredibly annoyed. She got off his bed and began to put her clothes back on. "I guess you're not as much of a real man as I thought you were, or as you made yourself out to be. Thanks for wasting my time." Heather walked out of his room and slammed the front door shut, leaving Duncan by himself in his intoxicated state.
What a cold hearted bitch, how could I have ever found her attractive? He thought to himself before being struck with another wave of nausea and threw up. How did I get so sick? I've had more alcohol than this and haven't ever gotten this sick. It wasn't the cigars, what the hell was it?
Earlier that night…
Heather waited at the bar for Izzy to make Duncan's drink. He was making a big fuss over Courtney's Fall Out Boy routine, hooting and hollering. Her routine was much sexier than Courtney's! Courtney was always going to be a favorite and Heather had no idea why. She had let envy overshadow any care she had for her. He will be mine.
"Here ya go, Heather! Bottom's up, matey! Grrrr!" Izzy handed Heather the Rusty Nail and saluted her. This chick is bat shit crazy and obviously drunk.
"Thanks, Izzy. Maybe you should lay off the drinks. It's probably why your tips are so shitty." Heather walked off, Izzy was unscathed by that bitchy comment, like she was to most things 98% of the time. Before Heather arrived back at the table, she stopped in a corner and pulled something out of the bra of her bustier. It was a small bag filled with white powder. Ketamine, a legalized animal anesthetic. It also acted as a date rape drug, a little treasure she had gotten from her blabber mouth drug dealer Staci a while back. She poured some of the powder in and stirred up his drink. This will do the trick."Here you go, handsome." Heather handed Duncan his drink.
"Yeah, thanks." Duncan took it, not even giving Heather a second glance. He had a sip and stopped, making a face. "What did she put in here? It tastes kind of funny."
Heather shrugged. "I have no idea, maybe the scotch went stale or something. She's crazy, what can I tell you?"
Duncan returned the shrug and downed the rest of his Rusty Nail. Heather grinned malevolently to herself, knowing that the fast acting drug would kick in soon and she'd have him as hers in a less than an hour…
OH MY GOSH! CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT HEATHER DID?! SHE'S A SNAKE, ALRIGHT! STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER EIGHT, WHERE DUNCAN REALIZES WHAT HAPPENED AND WHEN WE MEET HIS MOTHER!
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