Hunter and The Hunted (closed but stalkers are welcome)

Erika sat next to her "Well, I've been told I 'have a big heart'. I care too much for other people's wellbeing. And, If I'm to be frank, I don't care anymore if I'm killed. Chances are, I'm gonna die. So why not try to push everyone else forward?" Erika sighed. "Look, I want to go home as much as you do, but siding with the person trying to kill us is not the way to get there."

Dare scoffed. "That's one way to think about it," she said wryly. "And why isn't it? I got closer than any of the rest of you. If I can figure out something else to offer Zerack…" But she knew that she had exhausted that option. Dare had to admit she was wrong, but… something was stopping her."

"He's going to end up using you. He's going to entice you so that you'll never want to go back home. He's going to be your only hope out of this, and all he does is watch while you chase the idea of getting home, never really getting closer. By then, you'll probably be another one of his slaves." Erika frowned. It wasn't like her to share extensively like that.

“Well, of course I know that!” Dare snapped. “I was wrong, okay? I messed up really badly, but I’m in too deep now. No one else trusts me, rightfully so, and as terrible as he is, Zerack has power. Real power. So if I sealed my fate to never get home, that’s what happened.” Dare swiped at her face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, trying to cover up the creeping tears.

“At this point, I just don’t know. I don’t know how to issue an apology,” Dare admitted. “And they probably won’t be open to accepting one. I really don’t have another choice. I… I do not want to go on like this, but what do I do next?” Dare hated showing any weakness, but she didn’t know what else to do.

“It could be, and it will most likely be,” Dare said sharply. “I… don’t know how to make you trust me again. I messed up on a rather massive scale—hell, at home, I would be in jail awaiting trial right now.”