Inside the plane, tension was thick in the air. Team Amazon had failed miserably, and now someone was about to be voted off the plane.

As Chris stood ready to announce who would be sent home, you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder. You turned around, and there stood Alejandro—looking far less suave than usual, sporting an eye patch that made him resemble a cartoonish pirate. Apparently, Owen had accidentally hit him earlier after waking up from one of his infamous nightmares.

You rolled your eyes and sneered, “Oh great, it’s Pirate Pablo.” He smiled, but his eyes glimmered with that same manipulative charm he always carried. “Ah, Heather, cheer up. Your departure would make the game a whole lot easier for me,”

You leaned in, your tone sharp. “I know you messed with Leshawna and Bridgette too probably. You’re just lucky you didn’t try anything on me.”

His smile widened, a spark of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Ah, but with a temptation of a kiss, even you couldn’t resist me forever.” You narrowed your eyes, your voice laced with venom as you smile. “I would’ve crushed you.”

For a split second, he seemed caught off guard, his confident demeanor faltering as he processed your words. A strange mix of fear and excitement flickered in his expression—“scareroused,” as some might say. But just as quickly as the moment came, he composed himself, flashed one last smile, and walked off, leaving you to roll your eyes once more.

Chris took center stage, ready to announce the elimination. “Alright, Amazons! It’s time to see who’s going home tonight. But first, let’s take a look at the votes!”

To everyone’s surprise, Chris revealed the tape of who voted for whom. The majority of the votes were for you, but when the camera showed Cody, he had voted for Sierra instead.

Then, with a mischievous grin, Chris dropped the bombshell. “Turns out, folks, this isn’t an elimination round after all! No one’s going home tonight!”