How long has it been? Weeks? Months?

Definitely Months.

It's a wonder how you managed to stay sane with Mayanka being your sole protector. He would just rape you every three days, at least he doesn't leave painful bruises anywhere on your body anymore.

You learned to close your eyes and 'relax', that way, it's less painful. But it doesn't make it any less degrading.

He didn't even bother pulling out, every single session he would unload himself into you. It scarred you so much that you lost a few days worth of sleep. You would still have recurring nightmares after that.

He found some sexual lubricant in one of the luggages, therefore your south isn't as sore as before. Due to the lube being (favourite fruit) flavoured/scented, it ruined your appetite for it.

Maybe Mayanka is actually trying to impregnate you. Why? Well, he did find a box of unopened condoms, but he refused to use it despite you trying to convince him.

In another luggage, there are few packets of oral contraceptives. You caught him purposely concealing it away from you.

In some mornings, you would catch him giving you forehead kisses and a kiss on your abdomen. That was a very obvious clue that he wanted a child and a family of his own.

You don't know how to explain that you're infertile due to your decision to undergo tubal ligation. It's even worse considering he doesn't speak english and probably does not understand any medical terms.

...And even if he did, Mayanka would probably hurt you for telling him. You have a feeling that he has a very mysogynistic view on women's bodies.

However, he does have a surprising amount of knowledge about the menstrual cycle.

Yes, you would still have your periods even after getting your fallopian tubes tied. Cramps, cravings and mood swings would always follow.

Whenever you have them, Mayanka would be extra gentle with you. He would even prepare a hot compress made up of some charcoal and towels he found in the abandoned baggages.

It surprised you to no end when you found out that he's been keeping track of your cycles! Just a few days before your predicted cycle, he would hand you your own personal menstrual cloth.

You could see the disappointment in his eyes every time you bleed. It isn't a good sign because he would then 'gently' rape you out of despair. A little blood never deterred Mayanka, he would put a waterproof, protective covering over his bed before doing the deed.

The worst time is when he thinks you're ovulating. Which is usually just a few days after your flow, he would pump as much of his semen into your uterus as possible.

It was absolute hell. You would never wish this treatment on your worst enemies. Mayanka's sheer degeneracy is rapidly stripping your sanity away and you don't know how long you can take it.

You stretched your limbs and swung your legs over the edge of the bed.

Mayanka is no where in sight, he must be working on his 'storage shed' again.

You frowned. Another day, another bucket of tears. Your regular rape hell is not due until tomorrow, you can prepare yourself.

You hugged yourself as you made your way out of the cabin, not without slipping into some comfortable shoes.

You're curious about his progress, hence you let your feet propel you towards the spot.

"It's done?" You raised an eyebrow. It looks like an average wooden shed, complete with an elevated step and a door with hinges.

"Did he... get all these bolts and nuts from the plane?" You would be lying if you said that you weren't impressed by his craftmanship. Mayanka seem a little too skilled for you, it's unsettling.

From his knowledge of sex lube, condoms, contraceptive and a woman's menstrual cycle, you don't think he's originally isolated away from modern civilation. He's probably a survivor from a ship or plane wreck.

The door to the storage shed was slightly ajar, you pushed it open with two fingers to reveal Mayanka rummaging through the luggages.

Your suspicions about him wanting an offspring was confirmed when you spotted a baby bottle, a few sets of infant clothing and a manual breastpump securely held in his left arm.

"Oh boy." You covered your mouth with a hand. This is awkward.

Mayanka turned around, he seem startled upon seeing you in front of him.

He dropped everything to one side and dragged you along with him.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"Go eat." He's been learning english from you. Mayanka didn't really care to teach you his language, he is more interested in your main one.

"Okay." You muttered.

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You know he's trying to get you pregnant and you hate it.

He would make you meals that has four food groups present: Fruits, Vegetables, Lean protein and whole grains. You're eating like a queen considering the situation you're in. How and where did he get so much food?

Mayanka wouldn't leave the table until he watched you eat every single thing. Show any rebelliousness and he will show you his machete.

It does make you think, what if you arrived here with another woman? Would he put you through everything? Would he choose the more attractive one instead of plain ol' looking you?

What if you arrived here with a group of survivors? Would he do the same thing to everyone else?

What if you were seventy years old and not in your mid twenties? Would he still try to copulate with you?

What if you were a child?

You shuddered at the disgusting implications. No one should ever be subjected to Mayanka's torture.

While you're chewing on your rice, you noticed that Mayanka looks troubled. He's been absentmindedly fiddling with his hands for the past ten minutes, a vacant look is plastered on his face.

"Uh, Mayanka?"

He jolted and turned to face you.

"You Ok?"

You pointed at him and gave a thumbs up.

"No." He frowned, looks like he has a lot of things to say. But he can't express himself in English.

"Ok." You dismissed the conversation and continued eating.

"I...want, small..." He paused to think of the english word.

"...small...human." He finished, rubbing his face with a hand. Obviously he's trying to say that he wants a child.

"Yeah... I knew that, bud." You nodded.

"You no— you no make small human...Why?" He struggled to form his sentence.

"Cause I'm infertile, asshole." You casually replied, scooping a portion of mystery seafood soup he cooked.

"In..Infertile? What...?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

You sighed.

"I need to draw. Draw." You gestured that you need a pencil and paper.

He paused for a while to think before leaving you to eat alone.

You took a deep breath and exhaled, preparing yourself for whatever explosive reaction you may receive from Mayanka.

He came back with a leaf and a stick. Mayanka showed you how to 'draw' on it by bruising the lower lamina with the stick.

You set your eating utensils down and picked the stick up from his hand.

"Alrighty. So um..." you began drawing. Mayanka peeked over your shoulder.

"This is my... belly." You pointed at your abdomen and then the illustration on the leaf.

"This is inside me, in." You poked deeper into your skin to show that you're refering to the unseen organs. Mayanka furiously nodded, you could see anxiousness in his eyes.

"This—" you pointed at the roughly drawn ovaries.

"—makes 'small humans'—"

"Yes, yes. I know." Mayanka rudely cut you off. You raised both eyebrows in surprise. He urged you to continue.

"And um..." You did four swift strikes. Mayanka's eyes widened at your newest artistic addition.

"So yeah, ta-daa... I no make 'small humans'." You gave him mocking 'jazz hands'.

His lips are pressed into a thin line as he inched his hand towards the leaf. Mayanka picked it up and stared at it silently.

"Ugh, he probably didn't understand me. Guess I need to re-explain the whole thing over again." You were about to roll your eyes until...

"Is he... crying?" You lowered your head to try and see his face.

Clear, hot, salty liquid dripped down his bottom eyelashes. Drops and drops of tears rolled down his face, it dripped onto the wooden table, making a few damp spots.

You bit your inner cheek, oh boy. You're probably going to get raped later.

You heard him solemnly exhaled through his nose. Mayanka's golden eyes were downcast, looks like he's deep in thought.

His adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed his saliva and the bitter truth about your infertility.

The muscles on his face were relaxed, he maintained a neutral expression. However, his excessive pouring of tears betrayed him.

This is the first time you've seen him showing an emotion other than anger, arousal or smugness. You just can't believe that... out of all the things to cry about, he chose to cry about your modified reproductive system?

The man stood up, walked normally and steadily out of the cabin.

As he passes through the front door, you could see him wipe his eyes with the hilt of his palm.

You shook your head and secretly flipped him off.

You don't know what is going to happen now. Maybe his torments will increase tenfold? But for sure, the phrase 'small human' will make him uncomfortable.