I wrote this while listening to the song above, thought that it might be interesting to share and let you listen while reading

"Shh!"

"What is it, Hal?"

"You hear that?"

"Hear what, gramps?"

"Don't call me that! Listen!"

Cluck. Cluckcluck.

"It's the sound of chickens 'bok-ing'!"

"Err... I think you meant clucking, Hal." Miss G corrected him.

"Yeah, whatever. But there are chickens!"

"Well, let's hurry then." Tam brisk walked forward.

All four of them went on quietly. The only audible thing is the faint clucking and the splashing of the sea. They're getting closer to the coast and they're all excited to meet the inhabitants of this uncharted island.

"Whoa!" Mo tripped on his own untied shoelaces, luckily he didn't fall face first.

"Are you okay?" Hal asked, the rest of the group slowed their pace.

"Yeah, you guys go ahead. I need to tie my damn shoelaces." Mo frowned at the muddied strings.

"Alright, just go straight, okay?" Mo nodded at Tam's words. Miss G and Tam began moving their feet towards the sound of the sea shore.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait a hot minute. We are literally in a creepy jungle here, you're just gonna leave Mo alone?" The two women turned around to see an irate Hal.

"C'mon, Hal. It's just less than a mile away from here— look, I can already see the sand. He'll be fine." Tam tried reasoning with the older man.

"I don't trust the jungles..."

"I'm sure Mo can defend himself from any danger. Even if he needs backup, he can just shout for us and we'll come running." Miss G continued Tam's argument.

"Are you guys that impatient? Mo is just stopping for a while to tie his damn shoes, it's not gonna take YEARS, right?"

"Why don't you take a look?" Tam crossed her arms.

Hal turned around to see the younger male struggling to tie his own shoelaces.

"The bunny goes under the tree... or is it over...? Damn, I messed up, lemme try it again—"

"For god's sake, Mo! You're like, what? Twenty five? And you STILL struggle to tie your shoes?!" Hal massaged his balding head. Mo's face heats up in embarrassment.

"Shut up, gramps! Not my fault that my mom made me wear velcro straps all the way!" He avoided eye contact with everyone, ashamed that he can't perform such a simple task at his age.

"Damn! Let me do it for you, bud." Hal crouched down and began reaching for the strings.

"Don't touch me, old man!" Mo slapped his hands away.

"I can do it myself, and plus, I'm a man! I can take care of myself, I got a blackbelt in Karate. I can kick ass, unlike you, Hal. You lick ass." The women stifled their giggles. Now it's Hal's turn to have his face and ears red.

"Fine! Don't come cryin' when you're attacked by a swarm of mosquitos or something. Let's go! Let big boy handle himself since he's so macho." Hal stomped away. Miss G and Tam followed suit.

However, Hal can't shake the feeling of a pair of eyes on them. That is why he's worried for Mo.

But since he has a blackbelt and that attitude, Hal dropped his concerns.

He shouldn't have. Hal was right about not trusting the jungles.

"Alright, I made bunny ears... then now what?" Mo muttered to himself, his voice was too loud for him to register an extra pair of soft footsteps slowly approaching him.

And the sound of metal sharp scraping against soil too.

"Oh yeah! It goes over! Right, right... pfft, how can a bunny go under a tree, that's stupid..." Mo laughed at his own silliness as he worked on his shoes. Oblivious to the fact that he only has a few seconds left to live.

It doesn't matter if he has a blackbelt in karate at this point. It's too late for him to fight back.

"And then... the bunny goes into the burrow— what the..." A large shadow loomed over him. Mo widened his eyes when a massive, thick, calloused hand grabbed him by the hair.

"Hey—!"

A piercingly sharp pain slice through the side of his neck. He was about to scream, but the blade separated his voicebox.

Thud.

His headless body collapsed to the ground. His fingers went limp and the semi-finished bow slipped from his digits.

Blood dripped from his decapitated head's nostrils, mouth and especially his exposed oesophagus. Mayanka held it in the air for a while to let it drain.

Red sprayed the green around him. It also sprayed against Mayanka's heavily tanned and muscular legs. His underarms, waistcloth, toned abs, machete and face weren't spared from the splash.

Mayanka carefully flipped the body with his machete, his front is now facing up. He threw Mo's head next to the body, it rolled and stopped at its' arm.

Your captor then used his weapon to slice his cargo pants open. Upon peeling the article of clothing away from his lower torso, Mayanka frowned at the size of his genitals.

Male human genitalia is chewy and has a distinct flavour when it's washed properly and prepared just right. From Mo's size, it looks like it's enough for one person. Scratch that, it's only enough for you, not for Mayanka.

Slightly irritated, he kicked Mo's deceased body again to flip him back. Mayanka poked his buttocks with a finger and found it to be squishier than he expected.

Buttocks are full of fat, the softer it is, the more fat it contains. At least that compensates his tiny genitals, Mayanka likes eating lard rice or just... pure, greasy fat like it is pudding— human lard is a good substitute for pork lard.

If it wasn't for his active lifestyle, Mayanka would have died from a heart attack years ago.

Mayanka poked around at various parts of his body. He raised both eyebrows in surprise upon discovering that he is mostly made up of fat despite his lean build.

Now, Mo isn't exactly short. He is considered tall in modern society standards. However, he is still much shorter than Mayanka in comparison. One would believe that he is very heavy.

But that is not the case here.

Mayanka was able to lift him by pinching three fingers on his shirt. The Vuzinian grinned, he's unnaturally light yet "meaty", therefore he has higher fat content.

Good news for him, HORRIBLE news for you.

Mayanka carried Mo on his forearm as if he's a face towel. His decapitated head rests in Mayanka's bloodied palm.

The giant pouted, there is four of them. Storage is going to be an issue...

Why not make dried, human jerky? They can last long and they're tasty.

But then, he'll get bored. You'll probably get bored of it too.

He sighed, maybe he should have brought a freezer from Vuzinia with him before leaving. A power generator too—

Mayanka's ears perked up at a familiar sound.

Cluckcluck. Cluck.

Ah! What a wonderful idea, the other three can keep themselves alive for a while.

Mayanka sighed. That means he would need to build a bigger chicken coop... no, a human coop.

A much bigger one.

This is going to be tricky, humans are much smarter than chickens or wild boars. He can't make them stay in one place while he builds the coop.

...he could release them back into the wild and hunt them like prey later. Set some hidden traps around to catch them. It could be a good past time activity for Mayanka when you don't want to play with him. From what he observed, the other three is the absolute worst at stealth or common sense.

Maybe the man named Hal has a bit more logic than the two women but no one can ever outsmart or overpower Mayanka. This is HIS territory.

It's not like they can call for help or leave the island without crossing bodies of water. He doubt that they're stupid enough to try and swim across miles and miles of deep blue.

Moreover, the best those three can possibly build is a simple wooden raft. Not even the strongest ships can survive the nightmarish sea storms either.

Mayanka knows how a helicopter works. You can't fly without the propeller or call for help if the cord connecting the receiver is cut.

Unfortunately for the researchers, Mayanka already found their means of coming here.

Mayanka gasped. You! How could he forget about you!?

He quickened his pace, you would probably be frightened to meet them without him. They might attack you too!

Mayanka mumbled Vuzinian curses under his breath as he upgraded his speed walk into a light jog.

He prays that you're asleep right now so you don't have to meet the other three explorers that are potentially hazardous towards you.

Another realization struck him like lightning to a metal pole. It left such a bitter and painful feeling in his body.

Something extremely important and critical to your health— mental and physical.

It was overwhelming, tears prick his eyes as he let the realization in his head play over and over again.

You're not fed yet.