You covered your ears as thunder crashes down on earth. No downpour yet, it's just one of mother nature's many warnings.

Your first, nightmarish encounter with Mayanka began with a stormy night. The intense flashes and booming noise inevitably brought you back to that moment in your life.

You whimpered, tears dripped down your eyes as you shiver and curled yourself into a ball.

Mayanka stepped into the house with semi-dry clothes. He brought it in because he saw the signs of precipitation.

His yellow irises landed on your feeble form, trembling and covering your ears.

The man set the clothes aside and approached your being. You were distracted enough not to notice him. Mayanka placed a hand on his hip, you're not even laying on the bed. You're hiding in a corner with your knees up to your chest.

You screamed when a particularly loud one resonated through the salty air.

Mayanka sighed, he walked to you and crouched down. He gently wrapped his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder.

You froze, this is a conditioned reflex you developed after being subjected to Mayanka's "love". You found that it hurts less if you don't fight back, it's not like you can win against him anyways.

How could you win against two hundred pounds of pure muscle? It's impossible unless you're Mayanka or a machine gun.

"Love? Don't make me laugh." You bit your lower lip to stop yourself from shrieking.

He gradually adjusted himself until such a position that you're caged in between his body, arms and the corner of the cabin.

He's sitting cross-legged and so, you were forced to sit on his lap.

You let out a sob as a flash illuminated the room. Mayanka covered your ear with a large, warm hand and pushed you to his chest. Your other ear was blocked by his solid pecs.

Mayanka's free hand was used to stroke your back up and down. He rocked back and forth, softly. Is he trying to calm you down? If so, it's not working at all.

You hate him. You really do.

You don't wish death upon him because that's too merciful. You want him to have a fate worse than death... maybe become an unlikable villian in a video game, therefore he has no choice but to relive his brutal, gorey defeat over and over again for all of eternity.

Too bad, you can't actually transport him into a video game. You can only make a character inspired by him and program the game to be an absolute living hell for 'Mayanka'.

That is, if you managed to escape this island and Mayanka. You would cope with your trauma by designing a game which caters your hate fuelled rage for your rapist.

It disgusted you to no end when he pushed his soft lips against the crown of your head. The urge to push away and strangle him is strong, but the fear of being raped to submission or worse is stronger.

All you can do now is to endure it.

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You sat on the warm sand, letting seawater splash against your legs. This time, you made sure to wear the hat Mayanka made for you.

"What the— oh come on!" A wad of green washed up on your feet. Again? Why is it that seaweed washes up ashore when you're playing in it?

You picked it up and contemplated whether if you should give it to Mayanka or not.

You didn't need to make a decision because by the time you turned around, Mayanka was already there. Watching you from a few feet away with a sanded, wooden board under his arm.

What happened to his other project? What is that board for?

You presented the pile of aquatic grass to him. Mayanka's eyebrows twitched up in surprise, the expression was then replaced with a glad smile. It seems like he's grateful of your 'gift' to him.

He took it from you and brought you with him to lay the seaweed out in the sun.

"He's in a rush. Where to? We are literally stranded on an isolated island." His movements were hasty and not as precise. Mayanka lightly spread the seaweed on the 'sun-drying' rock, not even bothering to leave gaps in between each piece.

Once he's done, he pushed the board into your hands and pulled you along with him.

"Hey! Wait! Where are we going!?" You panicked, he's moving towards the ocean.

"Go in water, move in water." He replied, now the the ocean is up to your knees. It's getting harder and harder to walk.

What? Is he trying to tell you to swim? You can't swim!

"Wait, you mean swimming? I don't know how to swim! I cannot swim! Me no swim! Me no swim! No swim!" When it comes to teaching him a new English word, repetition is key. He seem to pick up on the word 'swim' quite fast.

"Mayanka help swim." Mayanka dismissed your cries as he yanked you towards him.

The both of you are now far away from land, the water levels now reached your nose. However, it only reached up to Mayanka's bellybutton/diaphragm (depending on your height).

You struggled to keep your head up, your arms flailed as it tries to grab on something stable.

In the end, your fingers curled around Mayanka's hair.

Your mind was swamped with the instinct to survive, you did not realize what you held onto, so you yanked it as hard as you could in a desperate attempt to elevate yourself.

"AH— (Y/N)!" He howled as his head jerked towards the pull. Mayanka lost his balance and fell into the ocean with a splash.

You thrashed, kicked, slapped and screamed. You even stepped on Mayanka's head to push yourself up... and it worked. Somewhat.

He's kept submerged underwater, massive air bubbles floated up to the surface and popped. You continued paddling your legs in the water like a duck, not caring what it hit.

You probably kicked Mayanka's nose because you felt something soft collided against the heel of your feet.

At first, you thought that this is a good way to drown him. But it would put you at a disadvantageous situation where you can't get back to dry land on your own.

Suddenly, something grabbed you by the thighs. That 'something' was a pair of strong, tan, veined hands, obviously Mayanka's.

It freaked you out, so you began kicking even more. Unfortunately for you, your legs didn't have enough power to shake his 'claws' off.

You thought that he's going to pull you down with him—

"NO!— oh." You found yourself sitting on Mayanka's well built shoulders, his head rested between your thighs. His hands securely holding your legs towards his chest.

He slowly ascended to his full height, carrying you along with him. Seawater dripped down from his soaked hair, creating small ripples on the surface.

You heard him coughing the seawater out of his lungs. Good. He's suffering.

Now you're out of the water and in the air, your mild acrophobia kicked in.

"Mayanka gotta be at least six feet tall... I'd say he's nearing seven feet, how the hell do tall people go on with their lives without getting dizzy!?" You don't know what to grab, hence you hunched your back and wrapped your arms tightly around Mayanka's head.

Your thighs squeezed together, clamping his neck.

He gasped loudly as his view is obstructed by your limbs and his windpipe getting crushed.

"You...O-open!" He choked out as he attempted to pry your legs apart, so he could allow some airflow into his lungs.

Mayanka underestimated his strength, his sudden pull on your lower limbs gave you a muscle cramp. Of course, you let go.

You fell backwards from his shoulders and brought you down with him.

Both of you shouted in terror at the same time.

SPLASH!

Droplets of salty water flew a few feet up in the air.

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"You... bad swim." He grumbled as he carried you back home. Red dripped down from his nostrills onto your arm.

Sand particles stuck onto his wet skin, seawater soaked the ground beneath him.

You stared at his... 'altered' face.

"No more swim." Mayanka continued.

Even he thought that it was a crap idea to teach you how to swim. Not only did it earn him a black eye and a bloody nose, his handmade, wooden swimming board was swept away by the ocean. It's gone.

As for you? You pulled a (few?) muscle(s) and now you're under excruciating pain. Mayanka made it clear that he's not letting you get out of bed until he thinks it's okay for you to do so.

He spent the rest of the daylight preparing herbal medicine and treating injuries. The medicine tasted terrible, but it's better than having a blade through your guts.

Mayanka pretended like whatever happened back in the ocean never did.

Maybe he's just happy to have his sun-dried Limu seaweed for dinner after a long, exhausting day.

It was funny to see him tie a piece of cut Aloe Vera on his bruised eye like an eyepatch.

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A/n: keep in mind Mayanka is actually what i call an "irredeemable" yandere, you should always hate him at all costs❤️

So the bits where it shows his sob stories are supposed to make yall feel satisfaction + the 'cute' stuff are supposed to make yall cringe, not simp😭

Howeverr,,, i can't tell you what to feel or how to feel, so im just gonna say...

Thanks yall for reading Marooned With You!!