"Limu again?" You muttered as you watch Mayanka arranged strips of edible seaweed on a rock.

"I crave Limu." He replied sleepily, munching on a few pieces of seaweed.

For the past few days, Mayanka have been going diving, gathering seafood on his own. He has just learned the word 'crave' and now he's been using it excessively.

He told you he's been craving fish, he's been craving eggs, he's been craving Salak...

Odd, upon learning what the word 'sex' means, Mayanka never used it. He NEVER told you that he 'craves' sex, hell, he treated it as an extremely offensive word.

It confused and terrified you that whenever the word 'sex' is uttered, he will begin furiously yelling in bastardized Arabic... or Vuzinian. Sometimes he would even threaten to "Force sex" (his own words) you "Again" if you say it.

This indicated that he does understand rape is bad and it's seen as a punishment. Why was he 'punishing' you for so long? What did you do to anger him so?

Moreover, is he actually feeling guilty for raping you? Is that why he doesn't want you to mention his past maltreatment towards you?

His exhibitionism, his public display of masturbation to you increased in frequency and in intensity. Mayanka would stroke his member so fervently that his eyeballs would roll back into his sockets in pleasure.

You're still not immune to it until this day. It made you wake up crying, his sensual moans never fails to make you sob in horror. However, he never laid a finger on you.

Nothing about him makes sense.

"Good for health." He added.

"Yeaah... I don't think eating that for seven days straight is exactly... my definition of healthy." You replied.

"Picky." Mayanka maintained a neutral look and tone.

"I guess I am." You mumbled as you walked away.

"(Y/n)."

"Huh?"

"Go back in cabin."

"Why?" You looked around, there isn't any threats nor is he panicking.

"Weather too hot. You will sick. Your hat not enough." He explained.

"Can I swim?"

He whipped around and widened his eyes.

"No swim!" He menacingly snarled and barred his teeth like a feral dog.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." You squeaked out before obediently walking back into his home.

"Stubborn!" He barked, another word that he learnt and can't stop using. Might as well call you 'stubborn' instead of (y/n) now.

The reason why you do not want to go back into the cabin is because that is the source of your uneasiness. You were first brutally taken there, you are regularly tormented by Mayanka's disgusting display of arousal, Mayanka threatened you stab you with his machete many times for not obeying him and the cabin is the home of your rapist.

Not only that, it's boring. Nothing to do and nothing to see.

You placed your hands on your hips. What to do, what to do?

"I'm so sick and tired of playing with that damn ball..." You scowled at the toy in the corner of the cabin.

Even with that being said, you still picked it up and threw it up in the air anyways.

——

"Holy shit..." you covered your mouth with both hands.

Mayanka left to "Carry home dinner" a few hours ago. Now he's back with a carcass of a wild boar half of his size.

Which is... probably as huge as you.

It's tied to his back like a bag, Mayanka effortlessly untied the ropes securing him and the dead boar, unloading him onto the ground.

He grabbed a carving knife stuck to the wall of his cabin and began gutting it.

"How—how did you get this...?" You poked it with your foot.

"Khinzir is dead. Stop playing food." He gave you a gentle, scolding slap on your shin.

"Wait, what do you call this?"

"In Alearabia, I call Khinzir. In Vuzinian, is Babi."

...you felt like you heard the word 'babi' before. It belongs to another official language and it also meant pig. Is Vuzinian just a 'remix' of all other languages?

"Well, in English, this is a wild boar." You replied.

"Ok." He continued slicing it's belly up. Mayanka left the knife in it's flesh as he got up to grab a tray.

He hastily shoved it under the opening to collect as much blood as he can.

"Why are you collecting its' blood?" You asked.

"I let blood become hard. Then I cut. Put salt to make more hard. Cook in water and chili and spring onion. Very nice taste." Mayanka grunted as he dragged his knife to make a bigger cut.

"Oh..." You don't know how to feel about that.

"Don't disgusting. No waste food. People in Janub Alsiyn eat hard blood."

"Where even is that?"

"It is recognized place. Many people use chopsticks."

"That could be anywhere. Japan? Korea? China? Vietnam?" Mayanka sighed upon seeing your dumbfounded face.

"Red flag. Five yellow star, one big, four small. They force share."

"China!"

"I don't know English name." He knows China and it's flag! Furthermore, he mentioned sharing... was he talking about communism?

That means Vuzinia does not only restrict its' citizens to propaganda... the people there must have substantial amount about the world, even different political ideologies.

But then, what does it mean? If the citizens there knew there is life outside Vuzinia, why didn't they call out for help? Especially the men! Why didn't they expose Vuzinia internationally? Did they choose to be ignorant? Did they choose to live a life as a Vuzinian despite being treated poorly?

Maybe media is tightly controlled, so nothing gets out into the mainstream internet. In a way, Vuzinia is like a spectator of the world... but how could that be? Everyone shares the same 'internet'.

"How do you know that?"

"Alhasub, metal information box."

"But I thought you told me it's all Vuzinian stuff in there?"

"Also got outside world 'stuff'. It is only in Vuzinian language, but I know same many things as outside people, just not in English."

"You guys don't have online translators or something??" You retorted, expressing your disbelief. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Trans-lah-thors? I don't know word."

"It's like, I change from Vuzinian to English. Like you call this Babi, I translate it into English to become 'wild Boar'. You get me?" He stopped his carving and rubbed his chin with a bloodied hand.

"Translate is action, translator is... action maker?"

"Yeah, something like that. You don't have those? Like, you can't search up what a word means in other languages?" He shook his head.

"Alhasub not allow. Cannot find. Woman don't want us know how to friends outside people." He scowled as he picked the tray filled with boar blood up.

"So you CAN talk to people outside Vuzinia!"

"No, cannot. We know them is real, but we cannot touch them. They don't know Vuzinia. You don't know Vuzinia until I teach." You wanted to cry at this point. The language barrier is making everything super confusing and nonsensical.

"You don't make sense!"

"Vuzinia don't make sense. Take." He presented the tray to you.

"What do I do with this?" You squeamishly held it with your fingers. Mayanka shot you a glare.

"Don't disgusting. You will drop and waste food. Hold correctly, you can later wash hands." He reprimanded.

"Okay..." You grimaced as you felt the slimy texture of the boar's blood touch your skin.

"Good. Go sun-dry blood." Mayanka kissed you on the forehead before shooing you away.