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The House Of Cherry Picking
By Lady Control


It was going to be a summer of fun. Her and all of her 5 girlfriends were going to camp. Not
just any camp, they were going to train them to be models. They were going to learn everything. And
right upon arriving they knew this was going to be a blast. The lawn of the camp were so green and
clean. And in the distance they could see fresh fruit and vegetables being grown in a lovely garden.
They would be dining on fresh organic food.
Right off the bat they met Ryan Ross. Camp counselor, skinny, brown Beatle hair and
very VERY nice. Young but very mature and wise for his age. He gave them list and baskets and sent
them on their first hunt. They were to fill the baskets with everything on the list during a time
period. It didn't go so well the first time but Ryan forgave them and said they would get better.
And as the days passed by she found herself wanting to win the treasure hunts. They had yet to learn
any modeling skills but Ryan said that in time they would. And Ryan was the reason she wanted to win
the hunts. Ryan claimed that whoever won the hunts would become his favorite of all the girls of the
house. She just wanted to win. They were all so concentrated on the competition hardly anyone
noticed when some of the girls of the house started disappearing. One by one a girl would just
One day she set up her own hunt in the kitchen and she timed herself to find all the
items of a list she wrote. She made good progress in the first few minutes. But then one of the
girls came running downstairs.
"I need a basket!" she yelled in a panic.
She gladly offered her basket just as long as she brought it back quickly. During the last few
minutes of her practice hunt, she couldn't find a few items and her basket full of things hadn't
been returned yet. Then time ran out and she had nothing to show for it. She cried that day. She had
been trying so hard. No one was the to console her but herself. A few days passed, more hunts
happened, (more girls disappeared), she was getting better at picking the best antiques and best
fruits and vegetables from her list. Her favorite to pick from were the strawberries. She loved the
giant strawberries. During one of her hunts she met Peter and Berlin, two of the non female campers.
No one really talked to them, they were strange. Peter was a short, ripped skinny guy and Berlin was
short and pudgy. They both always wore black. They always talked about how the camp was up to
something. How the camp leaders were trying to do something. On the day she met them, they were with
their girlfriend and they were walking down a hill. They were very nice and they weren't talking
rubbish for once. It was just a pleasant conversation. Until they departed. As she made her way back
to the camp site to turn in her basket full of pickings Pete called out, "Don't eat the food they
give you."
Lately her friends had been acting strange. Scared, jumpy, paranoid. They
insisted something was going on. Little by little she was slowly starting to believe Peter, Berlin
and her friends.
Then one day during another hunt, she was trying to find three perfect hand
crafted little baskets to match the ones on her list. She was inspecting them at the camp's seller
market when Peter appeared.
"Something came up." he said. "We need your help."
The man in charge of the table of baskets was watching her closely. She supposed Peter was talking
in code. She didn't know what it meant but she knew not to let anyone know either.
"Alright, I'm coming." she said and Peter left. She eyed the baskets one more
time and then said to the old man, "I'll come back." and then left. It pained her to leave. She had
been doing very well on the hunts lately and she had just found the perfect baskets. Knowing the
baskets would probably be there later, she left.
She was near the edge of a tall hill. Where the hill ended was where the dam
started. A huge stone dam that held in the lake at the botton of the gorge. They called it Monster
Lake because it was rumored that there was a monster under there guarding the camp to keep kids from
leaving. She suddenly saw Peter and Berlin jump from over the dam wall and land right in front of
her on her feet. Peter and Berlin, only that wasn't Berlin. Berlin was now tall, had muscles and had
long curly hair. They were both waving around dark badges gripped tightly on their hands.
"Into the lake." Peter said, "It's the only way out."
Then he and Berlin ran into the camp, badges up in the air. She went and looked over the dam. There
at the edge of the lake were all of her friends floating. They all saw her and immediately began to
scream at her to jump. She didn't know what to do. Surely if she jumped she'd die. But her friends
all beckoned her and said it would be alright. So she went to the very right edge of the wall. That
way she'd land close to the wall if anything happened. Then she jumped. It seemed like a long way
down but she landed quickly. The moment she landed in the water they all immediately began to swim
to the other side. They swam and swam. They were almost there too. She swam underneath the water to
get a good look and see if it really was the other side. Then she felt herself surface quickly. She
touched the dam wall. She was on the other side, she was gonna make it. She thought the water was
pushing her up but she saw the water start to slide off too. Soon she wasn't touching the water at
all but she was still on something. She looked down. Monster lake. There was the monster rising
above the water and here she was sitting perfectly on its back. It was a flesh colored monster,
hairs on random part of its body and a mop of long black hair that obscured its head and face. She
saw the top of the dam come closer and closer. Her friends were nowhere to be found. She was never
gonna escape this camp. She was going to be here forever. The moment she saw land, she jumped off
the monster and ran. The camp was now mysteriously empty. She ran and ran and then realized one of
the monsters long limbs was following her. It was outstretched ready to grab her. She ran inside one
of the buildings and slammed the door shut. She tried to lock the door but the monster was already
banging on it trying to get in. She pushed against the door and tried to push it back just long
enough to lock the door. The monster was too strong. Quickly she pushed herself off the door and
ran. The monster got through the door and chased her. She had never been in this building before. It
was the counselor's building, where they lived. It was huge. Much bigger and more complicated than
their building had been. She ran through another door, slammed it shut and was able to lock it this
time before the monster banged on it. She breathed a sigh of relief and then looked around at where
she was. It was a chamber of small bedrooms. Everywhere she looked there were doors leading to tiny
bedrooms. Knowing she didn't have much time she ran into the bedroom closest to her. The monster
banged its way through the last door and reached the other one just as she closed it. She struggled
to close the door once again but she pushed with all her might and was able to quickly lock the
door. Now she was trapped. There were no more doors outside of this bedroom. But then she decided to
fight fire with fire. When she first arrived at the camp, at night when she went to bed she could
swear she felt small pricks of electricity shooting through her in her sleep. Like someone was
proding her with small doses of high voltage. Suddenly the monster burst in through the door. She
moved aside and quickly, just as a tentacle reached out to her, moved in front of the wall. When it
reached out to get her, she threw herself out of the way and the monster jammed its tentacle into
one of the phone outlets. She watched as the electricity sparked and the monster writhed in pain.
Then it pulled the tenticle out and retreated from the room. Only a few seconds passed when Ryan
suddenly walked into the room. He was in pj's. She had never seen him in anything other than his
camp counselor clothes and even then the clothes were strange. His pj's were an oversized shit and
underwear. He came in and was hardly surprised to see her.
"I guess we're the only ones left." he said.
And with that he grabbed her by the waist, pushed her down onto his little bed and began to grope
and make love to her. And she let herself because suddenly everything was clear to her. This is what
it had all been about. Picking off girls, one by one and she was the only one left standing. She'd
won. They spent the next few days like that, laying in bed, having sex and whispering things to each
other. Things she knew he meant and that she meant. One morning she woke up and saw him sitting on
the bed, facing the door.
"Ryan." she said sleepily. He turned and she smiled and told him everything she
wanted him to do to her. Ryan smiled, layed on top of her and began to lick her lips softly, slowly,
"You're not supposed to want those things." he said slightly scolding her. Then
his smile disappeared and he arched his ear to the door. The door that now stayed closed since she
had first gotten there.
"I'll be right back." he said. "Stay here." and he quickly stepped out of the
She smiled. She was so happy. Her life was now perfect. She decided that Ryan
deserved some breakfast and she was gonna make it for him. She got up and exited the room too. What
she saw made her freeze. There were people there, loads of people. They were very busy. They were
walking briskly, preparing things, carrying things, barking out orders. They were changing
everything. Changing the numbers on the doors, moving the furniture...the place was starting to look
unrecognizable before her very eyes. Some of the people she recognized as camp counselors, most of
them she had never seen in her life. They'd walk by and give her quick glances but be on their way.
Then she looked up and saw him. Ryan dressed in counselor clothes and holding a huge tray of
breakfast. On the tray were waffles, syrup, strawberries. The waffles and syrup. She had been sent
on many hunts to find the perfect waffles and syrup, those were her waffles and syrup. He presented
the food to a few men in suits.
"So, " Ryan grinned, "when do we get the next batch of girls?"
And suddenly she was horrified, heartbroken, scared. What was this place? And as she stood their in
fear two older plump women walked by.
"Who is she?" one of them pointed at her.
"She?" the other woman grabbed a small pin from out of nowhere, "she is now
Ryan's mother." she hammered the badge into the wall next to the door and they left.
And suddenly she wasn't the same anymore. She wasn't the young, skinny tanned
girl that had come into the camp. Now she was shorter, chubby and older and she now had curly hair.
She was suddenly wearing red and had a black purse slung over her arm. And she just smiled. She
didn't know what was going on but she was going to smile and do as she was told. Just like they
taught her at camp. She grinned and walked back into the room.

And then I woke up.


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