I'm A Celebrity... Get Me Out Of Here Australia Season 10 Vp3 · Fresh

Danny refused to sit. “This is psychological warfare. I’m not eating with those things over my head.”

Priya returned, covered in cockroach guts but triumphant—she’d completed the Trial in fourteen minutes. She found Danny and Mick asleep on opposite ends of the same bunk, snoring in unison.

The screen displayed:

Mick stared at the screen, then at Danny. A slow grin spread under his mullet. “You know what, Rocket? Maybe the audience is tired of your hero act. Maybe they want to see the actress sweat.”

Danny laughed—a sharp, barking sound. “Easy. The audience loves winners. They’ll pick me for the Trial. I’ll do the cockroaches, win immunity, and you two can cuddle the eight-legged freaks.” Danny refused to sit

Mick’s face went pale. “Fifty. Huntsmans. No.”

Danny sat down. He picked up his fork. His hand trembled. She found Danny and Mick asleep on opposite

Priya’s breath hitched. She could handle snakes, heights, even the dreaded fish eye smoothie. But the thought of spiders crawling on her skin while she tried to enjoy a steak? That was a new layer of hell.