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

You stopped vomiting.

Because you fainted.

Mayanka panted as he wiped the residue away from his mouth. He quickly cleaned you up, swiping away the left over vomit dribbling down your mouth.

The man grimaced and smacked his tongue, he did not like the taste of vomit. But it was a considered a for him back then. That is how much his parents starved him.

Mayanka carefully picked you up from the floor and set you on the bed. You lied on your back, stomach facing up.

He let out a sad chuckle when his eyes landed on your bloated belly. Mayanka would like to imagine that you're carrying his child. How unfortunate, you went through tubal ligation.

Your captor kissed your abdomen before covering your body with a blanket, he pulled the soft material up to your shoulders.

Mayanka left a chaste kiss on your forehead before quickly leaving to wash himself off by the shore.

—

"Does it take THAT long for a twenty-five year old to tie his damn shoes?" Hal groaned and complained, the three remaining researchers finally reached Mayanka's home. They spotted the chickens and their coop made out of metal derbis.

"Nevermind him, he's a man. He can find his way here— look! Someone is living here!" Tam excitedly hopped in the air, clapping her hands.

"I can't wait to meet them, I bet they're excited to know that we're here to send them home!" Tam squealed. Miss G only smiled at her animated behavior.

"...I don't trust them, the vibe— so many things feels off. I really don't think engaging with whoever is here is a good idea." Hal rubbed the back of his neck, trying to keep the fine hairs down.

"What's the worst that can happen—?" Hal cut Miss G off.

"Well, for starters. They could be cannibals. We don't have guns, we only have a puny ass translator but they might have bows and arrows. Remember what happened to that one guy who tried to spread Christianity to a self-isolated tribe? Yeah, he got killed. I know we're not trying to spread anything here, but we CAN'T ignore the possibility of us being killed and barbequeued over a fire pit like Sunday's roast." Hal rubbed his arms next, the air suddenly felt so cold despite the three of them are burning under the sun.

"Well—"

"Not only that, Tam. What if the people living here are drug lords? They do their tradings here cause there are no witnesses— or, or, this is their drug route. WE are witnesses. WE are gonna get killed or sold off to human traffickers." The younger woman sealed her lips, she seems frightened.

"Hal, that's enough. Stop scaring the poor girl."

"Miss G, I'm not trying to make her piss herself just because I'm a sick man. I'm trying to make her scared shitless cause I AM. How are you guys not thinking about this!?" Hal pulled on what's left of hair.

"Hal! Stop! You're causing unnecessary panic, I mean. Look at the hut! Do you see any others nearby? No, there is only one. We can rule the tribe scenario out."

"What about the Drug scenario!?"

"Hal, this place is surrounded by water. The seas around this island are assholes, they sink ships. The safest way to get here is by a helicopter, even so, there is still a risk of crashing due to its' unstable winds. I'm sure drug lords would prefer to take another route, a route that is more secure and a bit more known to other drug lords. This island is literally, in the middle of nowhere."

Hal is now speechless. But his uneasiness still stands.

"Tam, it's okay. The guys back home knows that we're here. If we take too long, they'll send backup and everything is going to be fine." Miss G gave the younger woman a comforting squeeze on the shoulder.

"Now, let's go and meet—"

"Hal screamed and jumped backwards.

"What's the matter with you!?" Miss G hissed. Only then, Tam and the older woman noticed the towering shadow over them.

They turned to look at the source.

Both women were rendered speechless. Their mouths are open and twitching, but no sound is coming out.

In front of them, stood the most beautiful, handsome, sexiest man they have ever seen. Mayanka's sharp eyes scanned them up and down.

Though it is NOT his intention to 'undress' them with his eyes, but the attractive, wolfish shape of his optics made him like he's doing so. It did not help that he's only wearing a piece of cloth around his waist, covering his prize.

The worst thing is that he is drenched in water. Clear liquid drips down from his hair, trailing down his muscles. Like a miniscule waterfall, streams of seawater cascade down his rock hard abdomen.

The wet waistcloth stuck to his skin, prominently displaying his impressively yet horrifyingly massive imprint.

Mayanka radiate an overwhelming aura of dominance. The three of them get the idea that he is not to be tampered with.

The women covered their faces and looked away, trying to conceal their dark blush. They shied away from the tall man and hid behind Hal, who is terrified of Mayanka.

"Holy shit. I'm 6'2 and I need to crane my damn neck to look at him." Hal mumbled in disbelief, he felt his ego being crushed and kicked. Especially when Hal's eyes landed on the thing between Mayanka's strong legs.

"Oh come on..." Hal grimaced then frowned. He felt extremely inferior.

"H-how tall do you think he is...?" Miss G asked, struggling to contain her embarrassment. She tried not to look at Mayanka.

"He's a damn hulk. I'm 6'2 and I can only reach his tits. I'm estimating that he's around eight feet in height." Tam brought her hands to her mouth.

"Eight feet! And I thought my neighbour was the tallest man in the world!" She squeaked, avoiding gazing back at Mayanka's devilishly attractive face and body.

Mayanka crossed his arms, waiting for them to finish bickering. His foot impatiently tapped against the sand as he listened to the three flustered researchers ramble on.

"I don't think we can fit that beefcake in our helicopter." Miss G blinked multiple times, now even MORE embarrassed that she called Mayanka a beefcake.

"Unless we kick Hal and Mo out." Tam giggled at her 'joke'. Miss G joined in as well.

"Not funny, girls." Hal frowned.

"What do you want." Hal, Miss G and Tam whipped their heads towards Mayanka. It's the first time hearing such deep voice, though his question sounded like a warning of some sort.

Miss G's heart throbbed at the accent. She has always been a sucker for men with foreign accents AND a masculine voice.

He wanted to roll his eyes when they became speechless again. Mayanka doesn't have time for this, he needs to cook for the both of you and prepare to end the day.

"H-Hi! I'm Miss G—"

"Go away."

The smiles on their faces faltered. Now a disappointed look is plastered on their mein.

"Sir, we mean no harm—" Tam tried to reason with him, it wasn't a good idea because he barred his teeth in anger.

"Go away. Now."

"But—"

"Go, or I cut you all." Hal's blood ran cold after hearing that.

"Hey, Miss G, Tam. Let's go. I don't want to be around when he 'cuts' us." Hal gently urged the women to go.

Tam and Miss G sighed in disappointment before hesitantly walking away with Hal.

Once the three of them are out of Mayanka's sight and out of Mayanka's hearing. He shook his head and went back into his home to see you peacefully(?) sleeping away on his bed.

Mayanka smiled. Good, you're not that hungry at the moment. That means he has time to prepare dinner, he's excited to let you try one of his all time favourite meat. Human.

He's sure that you'll like it and it's a nice change from the usual fruits, seafood and occasional boar.

Since it's such a special meat, he's willing to make the dish extra flavourful. Mayanka pondered for a while, what should he add? For sure, salt.

He should take a look at his little veggie patch. Most of his herbs and spices grow there.

While walking towards his destination, he snapped a Miswak branch and began using it to clean his mouth. Of course, he's considerate enough to grab one for you too.

Black pepper, chili, curry leaves, lime... He listed the things available for cooking.

Then, in the corner of his eyes, he spotted an inconsistency in the soil. Mayanka raised a bushy eyebrow as he approached the odd spot.

He crouched down and examined it. Mayanka even dug it out using his fingers.

Mayanka gasped as horror splattered all over his face. Another pile of vomit, it seems like you were trying to conceal it from him.

He frowned. How much did you throw up?

That's it. He's quadrupling your food intake. You are starving. Luckily the man he just killed is full of fat and highly nutritious.

Meanwhile,

"Damn, that kid is still tying his shoes?" Hal scratched his balding head.

"Well, can't blame him. He's been using velcro straps all his life." Tam replied, shrugging.

All three of them are heading away from Mayanka's home and back to the helicopter. They're going to call for help to transport Mayanka back to civilization despite witnessing that the giant has no intention to go anywhere else.

Miss G thought that he was intimidated by Hal, Tam and herself due to difference in cultures, that is why he made that unsettling remark.

Tam agreed on sending more people here to 'capture' Mayanka... or at least give him a psychological evaluation and convince him to come back.

Hal accused them of caring about Mayanka so much just because he is awfully attractive and seductive to them. The women never denied it.

"I can't find him. He should be right about here—"

All three of them gasped. Mo is nowhere to be found. But dried blood is sprayed around the spot where he was last seen tying his shoes.

"SHIT! We gotta go! I knew it, that goddamn mammoth ain't good news!" Hal fidgeted nervously.

"W-wait, where is Mo!? What is this red stuff—"

"Damn it, girl! It's BLOOD. That guy probably did something to Mo!"

"Calm down, Hal! I'm sure there is a logical explanation to this—"

"And the logical explanation is that Mo was killed!"

"NO! HAL, THAT'S NOT TRUE!"

Tam screeched, covering her ears.

"Hal!" Miss G gave him a scolding glare.

"Okay, fine! Maybe not killed, but was attacked and we're next! We gotta get outta here, or get some more guys to be with us!" Hal's words did nothing to assure them. It only made the youth panic.

"N-no, wait... where is Mo...?" Tam mumbled.

"Young lady, I literally just said—"

"Hal! Stop scaring Tam!" Miss G scolded him.

"What did I do!? I was just gonna tell her the facts!"

"Shut up! Just, shut up!" Tam freaked out, she stomped her feet on the ground.

"Look what you did!" Miss G pointed finger at Hal.

"Oh, you're gonna pin the blame on me? Yeah, sounds about right even after telling you guys to wait for him!" Hal snarked back.

They're too busy trying to push faults onto someone other than themselves to realize that there is a trail of blood leading towards somewhere very familiar.

The three remaining survivors verbally fought with each other in the jungle while Mo's buttock fat is sizzling away on a stone grill.

Mayanka threw a glance over his shoulder to see that you're still unconscious.

He then revert his focus back on Mo's detached penis. Mayanka picked a smaller knife up and began carving the soft appendage lengthways, beginning from the tip, opening it up to reveal the sperm duct and the urethra. Mayanka is not interested in any of the tubes, with two fingers, he ripped them away from the rubbery flesh.

The trough of water on the ground is tinted dark red and a mucus-like, pale substance is floating on top. It make sense because Mayanka drained Mo's detached testicles earlier.

Mayanka gave the prepared penis one more rinse before throwing the soiled water away.

He filled it up again with clean water, gave it one more thorough rinse and then finally placed it on the hot grill that has been oiled by human buttock fat.

Then a thought crossed Mayanka's mind. He knows you and your pickiness. You're his beloved wife, Mayanka knows that you would refuse to eat it if the presentation isn't nice.

The man sighed and began slicing the flesh with the knife. There.

Now it looks more like squid rings.

He let it cook on it's own as he grabbed Mo's head. With one swift swipe, he sliced Mo's nose away.

Then his ears.

And then his tongue.

Oh, his face cheeks too. They're high in collagen and they're good for your skin.

Human eyeballs? Sure, they're like lard except slimier.

Human brains? That's great! Taste just like salty pudding (LARD). He needs to cook them well before serving though, he can't risk getting any parasites into him.

He dug Mo's eyeballs out from the sockets and sever the springy optic nerves. Mayanka carved Mo's skull open like a watermelon and pried it apart to reveal a sticky, slimy mass of intelligence.

Mayanka gave them a good wash before searing them on the grill. He licked his lips when the aroma hits his senses, wonderful.

He didn't bother cooking rice today. You and him are going to feast on Mo's entire body, nothing will go to waste. His intestines, liver, drained stomach, heart, lungs and other internal organs are all either roasting by another fire or boiling away in a pot of water as ingredients in soup.

Same goes to his arms, legs... actually, anywhere that has muscles and fat will be 'heat treated' and eaten.

The colon, rectum and anus are chopped finely and used as chicken feed.

Blood curd from a human taste quite different from a boar's, unfortunately, a lot of Mo's blood was lost when he was decapitated. Therefore he couldn't make much.

His fingers? There aren't much substance for him or you to munch on. So he's saving that as bait for his future traps or as fishing bait.

The worst thing is:

Mayanka is skilled enough to prepare it in such a way that no one is able to identify what the meat is.

You would think it's just pork. From a particularly massive boar.

Mayanka calmly seasoned everything with a blend of spices and salt, as if he did not brutally mutilate a member of his own species for food.

He hummed to himself, estimating the amount of flavouring needed until it suits your taste.