You cried in Mayanka's bare chest. You're not doing that for comfort, but you're doing that because you had no choice and you're super angry.

Tonight, Mayanka decided that he wanted to sleep in the same bed. He made you the small spoon, which you did not like AT ALL because you could feel his stiff member poking through your pants.

Hence, you're laying down, facing his chest. Mayanka rhythmically pat you on your rear while stroking your hair with his spare hand. He thought that this is soothing you as you gradually reduced your sobbing.

It did not. All it did was drain you emotionally and physically.

He sighed, your tears are soaking the sheets. You're still crying over that book? He yawned and groaned, you're keeping him up and he really wants to sleep.

Mayanka grunted as he sat up. He carried you by your arms and set you down on his lap, your legs instinctively curled around his torso.

"W-what are you doing!?" Your voice cracked as you panicked, thinking that he's going to take advantage of you once more.

"Sorry." His hands cupped your cheeks.

He dove in to give you a passionate kiss on the lips. His fingers tenderly grazed your skin on your neck and face. A hand held you in place by the back of your head.

You froze when you felt him grind his pelvis against yours, fearing that history is going to repeat itself.

Mayanka's kisses became sloppier, as more time passes, his movements become more and more feverish. He ran his hands all over your body, a hand tucked itself under your shirt and the other snaked its' way into your pants.

You squirmed uncomfortably as his touches become more and more invasive.

When he finally pulled away, a string of saliva connected two pairs of lips.

You trembled in fear when you spotted a dangerous glint in his brilliant, yellow eyes. It's a bad thing that all fatigue has left his system, now it's replaced with sheer arousal.

He tackled you and pinned you down on the bed again. Mayanka proceed to hungrily leave markings all over your neck and collarbones.

Your bloodcurdling screams were loud enough to startle nearby nocturnal and non-nocturnal animals.

——

Mayanka was the first to wake up, as usual.

He pried his eyes open to see you knocked out from exhaustion, laying naked next to him.

He checked on your inner thighs, this time he made sure to be gentle towards you. He expressed a relieved smile once he confirmed that there are no bruises formed or bloodstains found.

Mayanka stretched his arms and yawned, his joints let out a satisfying pop. He tamed his hair frizz by running his fingers over them.

He gathered all his hair in a bundle and picked up the rubber band left on his handmade wooden night stand.

SNAP!

He hissed when the rubber band suddenly gave up on him.

Sighing, he put it away and bitterly stood up with his hair free flowing from his scalp.

Looks like he will have to carry on with his hair untied.

Your terrible companion spared a glance at your vulnerable form. The blanket is only covering your feet, the breeze is making you subconciously curl into a ball.

Carefully, he picked the blanket up and pulled it over your shoulders.

After that, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You stirred in your sleep when he gave you a morning forehead kiss. Mayanka rubbed your arm up and down to comfort and warm you.

It absolutely did not. He added another horror element in your nightmare.

He lets go, but with hesitance. Mayanka let his eyes linger on you for a while.

He turned around and quietly walked out of the cabin through the back door. Mayanka needs to do some more foraging today to replace his 'hair tie' and to replace the book that you lost.

Of course, not without wrapping a length of cloth around his torso.

——

You shot up from the bed, panting and wheezing.

"Damn it!" You clenched your jaw and tightened your fists.

"(Y/n)." You shrieked and moved away from the source of the voice. It's Mayanka, he's not looking at you. Instead, he's focusing on weaving something again.

You bit your inner cheek, you can't cry now. He's just going to rape you again. Mayanka is a monster, you hate him so much. Why does he have to do that to you?

Mayanka made one last weave before carefully setting it down, he doesn't want to let his hard work go to waste.

Your companion picked up three Salak fruits from the table and handed it to you.

"Eat." You grabbed them with shaky hands and followed his instructions.

Mayanka is not interested in your naked body right now, that is why he can easily complete his handicraft without any distractions. To that, you're grateful.

As you munch on, Mayanka tested his newest craft: A Sepak Takraw Ball made up of rattan. You wonder where he gets his weaving skills from.

He stood up, kicked it and made it land on his head.

Mayanka balanced it there for a split second before letting it fall backward, where his feet then kicked it back up.

It's trajectory changed and now it's flying towards his knee. He hit it at the right time, making the ball bounce off his left knee to his right. He continued showcasing his impressive skills in front of you while you're eating your late breakfast.

It was hard to keep up with his fluid-like movements, moreso with his hair untied.

Once he's had enough, he grabbed it and gave you a wink. A cocky smirk inched its way into his full lips.

You would have found it extremely charming and heart fluttering if he wasn't your rapist.

In response, you gave him a nervous and panicked giggle. You clapped your hands, trying to get on his good side so he won't... hurt you again.

Your discomfort doesn't seem to register in his mind. Or maybe it did and he does not care.

He then showed you his palm.

"He wants something?" You looked around and then yourself. Does he... want the Salak peelings and the seed?

You gathered all of it and tentatively transfered them to his huge hand.

His face is now neutral, he gave you the Sepak Takraw ball in exchange.

Mayanka left without saying another word to dispose of the scraps.

You looked at the rattan ball. Is he giving this to you? Or is he only lending it to you? Where are your clothes?

You turned it around, tracing every bump and line. It's really mindblowing that this can be made without a machine.

"...I should go out more often..." you realized that your knowledge of the world is considerably limited.

You gently threw it up in the air, only for it to hit you in the face.

You cup your nose and groaned in pain, how did your hand-eye coordination become this bad? Maybe you could take this as a chance to improve it.

So, you picked it up and threw it in the air again.

Mayanka silently watched you from the windows. Now that you're occupied with your newest toy, he's going to venture deep into the jungle to slowly displace all the luggage from the plane wreck.

He's not worried about you escaping. You don't have anywhere else to go and you can't survive in the wild without him. He knows that you're smart enough to know you need him.