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

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Once Mayanka confirmed that you're asleep. He caressed your cheek with his fingers before planting a sweet little kiss on your lips.

"'Iinaa ahbk." He whispered, you stirred in your sleep but did not wake up. Mayanka sighed and smiled, your captor kissed you one last time on the forehead before getting out of bed.

He picked his waist cloth up and tied it around his hips, lazily covering his manhood.

Mayanka wanted to groan. He's sacrificing his sleep again just so he could kill those three researchers... or maybe at least silencing them. He risk leaving you hungry for a day again.

Moreover, he ran out of Salak fruits. So there isn't really anything readily available for you to eat while he's away.

He rubbed his chin, thinking of what to make you that doesn't spoil after a few hours—

Ah, he could boil a couple of chicken eggs and leave it on the table. That works just fine.

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"Ngh, can't sleep..." Hal muttered as he crawled out of his tent, a hand behind his back.

The middle-aged man stood up and stretched his limbs, he cringed hearing them pop.

"Ow, damn me..." He grumbled. Hal looked behind him to see one other tent, containing the two women.

"Creepy..." mumbled Hal as he scanned around. It's pitch dark, so he switched his torch on.

The man needed to take a leak, he wanted to urinate at the nearest tree. However, he's not alone. He's considerate to travel slightly further away from the base so that the smell does not bother the women.

Hal is known to have very potent smelling urine due to his frequent dehydration.

"Is this far enough?" He groggily mumbled as he look behind him. It should be, Hal can't even see the tents or the helicopter past the trees.

"...whatever." He clicked his tongue.

Hal began unzipping his pants. He whipped around as soon as the sound of gentle rustling hits his sensitive ears.

"Who's there!?" Hal hissed.

No one.

Hal pulled his zipper back up, scanning the dark surroundings. His restless eyes darted everywhere, nothing can assure him that he's safe and alone.

Because he's not.

"I ain't dying with my dick out."

He grumbled as he tiptoed back to the site with a nearly full bladder. Hal is going back to grab something that can function as a decent weapon to protect himself.

"No need a gun, they said. It's nothing too dangerous, just a little survey, they said. Guns do more harm than good, they said. Bullshit. We are literally in a jungle, not a bustling city filled with civilized, law abiding people, the last thing I need here is gun control." He quietly vented to himself.

"Stupid higher-ups. They literally don't give a shit about imposing controls on guns, they're just stingy and they only wanna look good in— GRK!"

"You are too loud." A familiar, deep and intimidating voice hissed into Hal's ear.

Mayanka's awfully large hand wrapped around Hal's neck like it's an empty roll of toilet paper. That is how small the diameter of the older man's neck compared to Mayanka's colossus-like hands.

Hal panicked, he thrashed, scratched, yank and push for his life. None of that affected Mayanka one bit, in fact, he yawned out of boredom and tiredness.

He constricted his muscles even more, crushing Hal's poor windpipe and causing a ring of nasty bruises to form around Hal's skin.

"Why are you not finished? Sleep... or die. I don't care. Stop moving." Mayanka whispered as he increased the pressure on Hal's throat.

He gagged as his face began to turn blue, the older male's eyes bulged out of his skull and his tongue is stuck in the air. He's beginning to see imaginary stars and blinking spots in his vision, that's not a good sign at all.

It's shocking to see Mayanka treating this as something so mundane. Like waiting for your clothes to finish drying at a laundromat, Mayanka even has his other free hand on his hip.

Hal's lids slowly drooped as his eyes rolled back, exposing only white and a few red vessels. His entire body became limp and his legs now freely dangle in the air.

Finally, took him long enough. Mayanka released a breath of relief and rolled his golden eyes.

His face then twisted in disgust when warm, yellow, pungent smelling liquid came trickling down Hal's legs. Mayanka carelessly dropped him onto the ground and dusted his hands.

Your captor will get to him later, Hal's body is not that far away from the site anyways.

Now, he needs to take care of the other two nuisances. Mayanka walked back to the area, expecting nothing except serenity.

SLASH!

A gasp escapes his lips when red from his flesh sprayed out of his skin. Any higher and the blade might just slice an eyeball open.

The unexpected and sudden violent attack took him by surprise, he stumbled a bit and by doing so, lowered himself to the ground. Reducing the distance between a pair of hands and his neck.

A length of rope looped around his adam apple, it was then pulled back to press against his tan, sweat ridden skin. Effectively choking him and bringing his gigantic frame down to his knees. The man instinctively brought both of his hands to the rope, attempting to either pull it away or break it.

"Tam, NOW!"

Mayanka's eyes widened at the shiny, pointy blade being thrusted towards his chest. All of Tam's muscle power and strength are spent on that one, game changing strike. It was made up of pure fury and anguish for her two fallen teammates. There is no way Mayanka could survive this blow to the heart.

Right?

Tam felt like it went through a mass and hit something. She sobbed and squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, she can't bear to see her very first human kill.

It's just... horrible despite knowing Mayanka killed Hal and Mo. She wished that she wasn't the one who gets to end him, it would be much better if someone else executed him so she wouldn't need to live with the immense guilt.

...Wishes do come true.

"TAM! WATCH OUT—" By the time Miss G's voice gets registered into the young woman's brain, it was too late. The machete is no longer in her delicate hands, but they're still painted with blood that's not hers, so why...?

Tam may be fast. But Mayanka is much much faster and stronger. An aspect that both women failed to consider.

They also failed to consider that Mayanka literally has thick skin. Almost leathery.

Mayanka is able to stop the blade from penetrating him by a mere inch with a single hand. Red liquid drips down from his digits and forearm as his grip tightens on the metallic object. Cut wounds may sting, however, it is a desirable outcome if he had to choose between that or pathetically dying from a stab to the heart.

Mayanka grit his teeth, that attempt truly ticked him off. But he can't let his anger get to his head, he needs them alive for storage and preservation purposes.

Mayanka brought the tip of the blade to the rope around his neck, immediately severing each fiber and ultimately freeing himself from the chokehold.

Miss G, who has been collaring Mayanka down with her entire weight was flung to the ground due to the drastic difference in tension.

"NO!" Tam charged at him out of blinded hate, it was a foolish thing to do because Mayanka instantly flipped the machete around and returned the favour. Except, this time, a deeper and more serious wound appears on Tam's face all the way down to her bellybutton.

That rendered her temporarily immobile, giving time for Mayanka to deal with Miss G who is still recovering from the fall.

Mayanka used his uninjured hand to grab her head like a volleyball. He brought her head as far back as he could, obtaining maximum elastic potential energy in the muscles of his throbbing arm.

CRUNCH!

...and then swung forward, smashing her cranium against a sturdy tree trunk. Mucus, tears and of course, blood sprayed the area, a few of Miss G's teeth were loosened from her dislocated jaw— enough for them fall to the ground and lightly bounce off the damp soil.

Red. Red, it's all red. What a pretty colour, it's flowing down Miss G's nostrils like an open tap. Similar scenes can be seen at the corner of her mouth and her eyes too.

Mayanka let her head slip away from his hand, the man flicked it in the air to remove any fluids away.

He grimaced. Mayanka hopes that she's still alive— well, at least 'alive' enough to not rot for the next dozen of days. He rather not make salted human meat his staple diet nor waste any of her parts.

He turned around to see Tam struggling to crawl away, leaving a trail of blood on the grassy lands.

Mayanka scoffed, what a sorry sight to see. It's laughable for him, like a free comedy show out of spite and revenge.

Tam looked behind her with bloodshot eyes, sweat diluted gore made strands of her hair messily stick to her face. Her face showed absolute horror when Mayanka rose to his full, towering height.

A chilling scream ripped through the air, it isn't as loud as before because her throat is sore from howling a while ago.

"Funny girl." That was the last thing Tam perceived before having her head mercilessly squashed under Mayanka's foot.

...maybe there is some mercy to it. Mayanka need them alive after all, he made the mistake of killing Hal already. Oh well, his genitals better be larger than the last human male Mayanka ate.

He cursed and spat on the two women who managed to hurt him a bit. That was downright disrespectful and humiliating to him, they're going to get the worst treatment known to mankind. Mayanka is not going to make their deaths swift like Mo's, no, they are going to suffer. Their deaths will be the most painful, gorey and lengthy of all.

No wonder human meat is so difficult to obtain. They're annoying to harvest.

Mayanka got back to work, he picked up the long stick he initially brought with him to give all three of them a 'mild' slap on the neck. Just to knock them out while he transport them back to his home.

It's sturdy enough. He tied the women onto the ends of the stick with the rope, hands and feet bound together, hanging down like bats. A degrading display, like poached boars being shown off by hunters.

Mayanka sighed. Sometimes he wish that there are three copies of him. Two to help him hunt for food and one to take care of his darling wife at home.

He could really use some help carrying these women AND Hal's corpse back home. Mayanka was just about to approach the place where Hal is situated, but he then made a sharp u-turn.

The stick was carried on his broad shoulders, the masses of the two women are almost equal, so it was less troublesome to carry them. Think of it like a manual weighing scale, Mayanka's shoulders is the pivot and the bodies are the cups containing weights.

He didn't want to fetch Hal. He's just going to throw everything off balance and make his life harder. Moreover, he's covered in urine, Mayanka still does show disgust towards certain bodily fluids even though he's a cannibal.

He eyed the machete. That isn't his, it's a brand new one. It must have come from the helicopter, the researchers couldn't have concealed it in their personage. So it must have come from the helicopter or the camping bags.

Mayanka snorted. At least he gets to have another machete, another thing good out of this chaos.

He picked it up and slid it in between his hips and the cloth. Mayanka did the same for his old one.

Off he goes. The Sky is beginning to brighten, Mayanka needs to hurry as he has a lot of things to do when he gets back home.

Though, he made a mental note to get some Salak fruits too.

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He clicked his tongue in irritation when some of his handmade glue accidentally dripped onto his hand, scorching the surface of the skin.

Oops, he heated it up too much. Now it's too thin, whatever. Mayanka blew on it to thicken it a bit.

Now it's the right consistency. He turned around and face the two heavily injured women, tied to a tree. It's not too near to the hut as there is a chance they would wake up and make noise.

Mayanka sloppily slathered the strong adhesive between and over Miss G's lips first, she's the nearest to him. He pursed his lips and let out a huff of relief when he felt her breathing on his fingers.

"Mmngh..." Mayanka widened his eyes, so fast? The other one is already awake?

"W-what..." She weakly turned her head to the side and saw the man applying a viscous substance on her only surviving teammate's mouth.

"What— what are you doing!? Please, no!" Mayanka snarl in annoyance, she's so noisy!

Tam took a deep breath, Mayanka knows he only has a split second before she sound the sirens. He needed to deactivate her voice box somehow.

"AH—GHRK!" Mayanka stuck his finger into her mouth, pushing her uvula back and stimulating her gag reflex.

As expected, she vomited her stomach's contents. Mayanka removed his digit from her orifice and waited for her to finish panting.

Tam tried to scream again, but that only earned a violating finger in her throat. Mayanka used the chance to scrape the insides with his fingernail, trying to cause as much damage as possible.

The young woman puked, her stomach acid burning the microscopic but lethal tears in her throat, causing almost severe damage to her vocals.

Mayanka grabbed a fistful of sand and forced it down her oesophagus, the abrasiveness of the particles ripped the soft tissue even further, stripping them of their protective layer of mucus.

Her shoulders shook when she coughed, some even spilled from her nose and eyes, mixed with tears.

Mayanka is tempted to pour lava-like glue into her mouth. But he risk suffocating her, so he resorted to this.

"Speak." He commanded. Tam responded with a hoarse, diminshed and wheezing scream.

"So noisy." Mayanka continued stuffing his fingers into her mouth, pulling on her uvula, trying to make her own body destroy her voice.

Tam vomited one last time, and this time she vomited red. It was too much for her feeble body and mind to endure, Tam fainted and closed herself away from reality.

Sweet dreams.

Mayanka was confused at the squishy thing in between his thumb and index finger. He flicked away the unnecessary fluids to reveal that it is Tam's severed uvula.

His chickens are going to love this. Mayanka set it aside and began smearing the taffy adhesive in between her lips to seal them.

She shouldn't be that loud when morning comes.

Mayanka yawned, his movements is sluggish as he's exhausted.

Mayanka noticed something poking out of Tam's pant pocket. He didn't even bother unbuttoning the pocket, he just sliced it open with his new machete, not caring if it cut her or not.

A rectangular device slips out. Mayanka squinted at it, oh! He knows what it is, Mayanka used this back when he's studying Arabic and Vuzinian.

Like a child on christmas day, receiving a lovely gift, he excitedly picked it up and began navigating it's functions.

Mayanka pressed on a button and brought the microphone to his lips.

"Zawja."

The screen displayed a spinning logo as it processes what Mayanka said.

He brought the device up to his ear as it gives him the audio of the English translation.

"Wife."

Said a robotic voice.

He grinned happily, now it's going to be easier to communicate with you using this.

"'Iinaa abhk."

He waited impatiently, fidgeting on the spot until it translate it for him.

"I love you."

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You woke up to Mayanka cuddling you in his sleep. His member isn't stiff, so it's not poking you, but you can definitely feel it.

He's the 'big spoon' and you're acting as the 'little spoon'. His arms are wrapped around you and his enourmous hand is used as a pillow for your relatively tiny head.

"That's new." Usually he would be the one waking up much earlier than you, because he would always cook up a huge breakfast for you.

Your ears perked up at his sleepy mumblings. They were in another language, you assumed that it's Vuzinian.

You twisted your neck to take a look at his unconscious face. It contorted in discomfort, he must be having a nightmare. But of what? He's literally the top of the food chain here.

You relaxed yourself in his hold. Finally, you don't have to eat so early, this is a rare occurence. You need to savour it.

So, you closed your eyes and tried to get as much rest as possible before having Mayanka pour unimaginable amounts of food down your poor, poor stomach.

"(Y/n)...?" He slurred. You pretend that you're still unconscious so you don't need to eat—

"Agh!" You yelped when he suddenly sat up and pulled you into an embrace. Mayanka's holding you like a precious teddy bear, his gigantic frame smothered your considerably tiny one.

"I love you, little wife." He whispered while snuggling you closer to his chest.

You gasped. Where did he learn those words!? You have never taught him anything like that.

"Where— where the hell did you learn that?" You stuttered.

"Go sleep." He laid back down with you tightly constricted in his arms.

"Mayanka!"

"Shh. Tired." He pressed a kiss on your cheek.

"Tell me, where did you learn—"

"I will rape you. Stop asking." Mayanka's tone was lazy and half-hearted, but you knew not to go against it.

You froze. Where did he acquire this whole new set of vocabulary? It can't be from books, he doesn't know how to read English. You have never taught him to!

You trembled and minimized yourself, hearing him use the word 'rape' isn't a good experience. It made you hate and fear him much more.

He's weirdly, extra affectionate towards you today. Mayanka kept you warm with his massive body and his lips rests on your forehead. His fingers ran through your hair, it felt... nice? Well... nicer than his threats, force feeding and rapes.

Suddenly, he froze. So did you, is there something wrong? Is Mayanka going to do something bad? What did you do?

"Hungry." He muttered, you don't know if he's telling you that he's hungry, or he's telling you that you're hungry.