Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women-Chapter 112: Sophie’s doubt

The group made their way back to the shelter, the conch shell became the center of attention, passing from hand to hand like a precious jewel. Each member of the group coveted its beauty and the mysterious allure it held, unwilling to let it touch the ground for fear of tarnishing its perfection.

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That day all of them were carrying the conch shell. They didn’t let it touch the floor. Everyone needed it and they even started feeling selfish. Everyone wanted it, even Jude. Sophie was the only one who stood out. She watched everything with a smile.

With each passing moment, the desire for the conch shell grew stronger, igniting a sense of possessiveness within each of them. Even Jude, who had initially shown little interest, found himself drawn to its mesmerizing allure, his fingers itching to feel its smooth surface once more.

Amidst the growing tension, Sophie remained a beacon of serenity, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she observed the escalating drama unfolding before her. Unlike the others, she seemed unaffected by the allure of the conch shell, content to watch from the sidelines with a knowing smile.

As the night wore on, the once-united group found themselves divided by their desire for the shell, each unwilling to relinquish their hold on its beauty. And as they grappled with their selfish desires, unaware of the darkness lurking within its depths, Sophie’s silent observation served as a poignant reminder of the fragility of their bonds and the true nature of the conch shell’s power.

Sophie started feeling something wrong about it. As Sophie’s unease about the conch shell grew, she couldn’t shake the feeling of foreboding that had settled over her like a dark cloud. Her instincts told her that there was something sinister lurking beneath its surface, something that threatened to disrupt the harmony of their group.

When Sophie noticed Rose, known for her pessimistic outlook, clutching the conch shell tightly to her chest, a sense of urgency gripped her. Determined to uncover the truth, Sophie approached Rose, her heart pounding with apprehension. With gentle determination, she asked Rose to hand over the shell, hoping to examine it more closely.

But Rose’s refusal sent shockwaves through the group, transforming the once-simple request into a tense standoff. Those who had previously offered the shell to Sophie as a gesture of friendship now hesitated, their expressions clouded with uncertainty. It was as if the shell had cast a spell over them, clouding their judgment and stirring up hidden tensions.

Despite their protests, Sophie remained resolute, refusing to back down in her quest for answers. With a mixture of frustration and determination, she continued to press Rose for the shell, her instincts screaming out for her to break free from its hold.

As the tension in the air thickened, Sophie’s resolve only strengthened, her determination unwavering in the face of adversity. Little did she know, her actions would set into motion a chain of events that would test the bonds of their friendship and reveal the true nature of the conch shell’s power.

Sophie approaches Jude and tells him that the conch shell is somehow addictive. He opposes it and tries to tell her it’s all fine. She said,

Sophie: "Jude, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Jude: "Of course, Sophie. What’s on your mind?"

Sophie: "It’s about that conch shell Stella found. I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s like... addictive."

Jude: "Addictive? What do you mean?"

Sophie: "Well, ever since we brought it back to the shelter, I find myself drawn to it. I can’t stop thinking about it, and I feel this urge to hold it and admire it."

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Jude: "Hmm, I understand your concern, Sophie. But I think it’s just a matter of fascination. The shell is indeed beautiful, but that doesn’t mean it has some sort of power over us."

Sophie: "I know it sounds strange, but I can’t shake this feeling. It’s like the shell has a hold over me."

Jude: "I assure you, Sophie, it’s just your mind playing tricks on you. We’re all fascinated by the shell’s beauty, but that doesn’t mean it’s controlling us."

Sophie: "I suppose you’re right, Jude. I must be overthinking things."

Jude: "Exactly. Let’s not let our imaginations run wild. The shell is just a shell, after all."

Sophie: "You’re probably right. I’ll try not to let it bother me."

Jude: "That’s the spirit, Sophie. Now, why don’t we focus on enjoying our time together as a family?"

Sophie: "You’re right, Jude. Thank you for listening."

As Sophie walked away, she understood that even he’s under the control of the shell. Jude couldn’t shake a niggling sense of doubt. Was it possible that the conch shell held some sort of mysterious power after all? Shaking his head, he pushed the thought aside, determined not to let superstition cloud his judgment.

But deep down, a small part of him couldn’t help but wonder if they had underestimated the true nature of their newfound treasure.

Some days they sleep in the shelter besides the campfire. As night fell and the flickering campfire cast dancing shadows across the shelter, the group settled in for another night under the stars. In the past, Jude had often taken the central spot, a position of warmth and comfort amidst his friends. But tonight was different.

With the conch shell now occupying the coveted middle spot, an unspoken agreement seemed to settle over the group. No one wanted to lose sight of it, even in the darkness of the night. Its presence seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, drawing their gazes like moths to a flame.

As they nestled closer to the warmth of the fire, their eyes remained fixed on the shell, each member of the group unable to tear themselves away from its mesmerizing beauty. It was as if a silent vigil had been established, a silent acknowledgment of the power it held over them.

And so, as the night wore on and the stars painted patterns across the sky, the conch shell remained at the heart of their makeshift shelter, its presence casting a spell over the group and serving as a constant reminder of the mysteries that lay hidden within its depths.

Sophie saw it all and she went up to the treehouse and stayed there to spend the night…