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

It feels... not right. For once, Mayanka is allowing you to learn something that will help you to survive in the wild.

Out of the blue, he declared that he's going to 'teach' you how to start a fire.

But by giving you the wrong tools.

He tried to stifle a laugh as he watch you struggle. You're spinning a twig against a thin sheet of slightly damp tree bark. You're putting your all into it, beads of sweat rolled down your (s/c) skin that is further tanned by sun exposure. You clench your jaw and held your breath, not giving up on it.

Mayanka's doing this to make you exercise more. As ironic as it sounds, he knows that feeding you THAT much can cause some health problems if you do not burn it.

BUT, he still believes that you're 'hungry' and need to eat a similar amount of food as him, you just don't recognize the feeling. By putting you to work, he hopes that it also intensifies the feeling and you would willingly eat more.

Mayanka is a man of contradictions. He may know a lot of things, but there are some that he either does not believe in, does not agree with or does not understand regardless if it's a true scientific, biological, chemical or physical fact.

At least he believes, understand and agree with the concept of vaccinating against certain illnesses.

"Come ON! What the hell, I'm doing everything I can!" You threw the twig onto the sandy ground.

"Keep doing. Fire is difficult." He replied, weaving something else with rattan. A new toy for you, perhaps? Mayanka needs to keep you active to burn the accumulated load on your heart after eating that much meat and fat.

No matter how hard you try, it will not work. You don't have a nest of dried tinder, your fireboard and shaft is of the wrong thickness. The bark that you're twisting isn't cut to a specific shape, the fireboard doesn't even have an angular notch on it. Moreover, you're not spinning fast and hard enough.

He's having a blast watching his beloved wife hilariously try to achieve the impossible. You're adorably foolish, your personality exactly Mayanka's type.

"C'mon, you're pulling my legs here. There must be something missing! I can't get a single spark!" You whined, throwing your hands up in the air out of exasperation. Fat droplets of sweat fell off.

Mayanka laughed, affectionately ruffling your hair in the process.

"Hard work is missing. Go make fire." He playfully pinched your cheek before dismissing you.

"I don't want to make a fire anymore." You crossed your arms, feeling your blood boil.

"Then..." Mayanka stood up, setting his project aside.

"I play with you." He picked up the mildly worn out sepak ball from the patio.

"No, I don't want to do anything. I just wanna play with the sand." You let your shoulders sag and walked a few steps away from Mayanka.

He narrowed his eyes and rests his hands on his hips.

"Lazy wife." He grumbled, throwing the ball behind him.

"Where did he get those fancy words?" You mixed some seawater with sand to make a cement-like paste.

The gears in your head kept turning, thinking about the faint, feminine scream you heard last night. It seem to be coming from the jungle, deep inside the jungle.

You're tempted to make a run for it as soon as your captor blinks, it could be your ticket out! But, you knew you're not capable enough to last in there and Mayanka knows the map of the jungle like it's on the back of his hand. You're bound to be caught within the first ten minutes.

Also... it's a frightening scream. That could mean anything, what if it's another Mayanka capturing another poor woman? One Mayanka is more than enough to chip your sanity away, you don't need another working together to make everything a living hell.

You sighed. Why does it feel like you lost a huge opportunity?

Mayanka left you alone for a while to harvest some Aloe Vera leaves from his backyard, he uses its' gel to heal his cuts, your occasional sunburns and acne.

"(Y/n)!" He called out.

"WHAT!!?" You yelled back. The harsh tone took Mayanka by surprise. He 'tsked' and shook his head at it.

"Why so angry...— Come here!" He mumbled the first part to himself.

You begrudgingly left your wonky sand castle to dry, you dragged yourself to the back.

"What?" You repeated yourself.

Mayanka took your hat off and began rubbing the translucent pulp all over your face, neck and arms.

You sighed, not bothering to resist. It'll be a lot less messy if you stay calm and still, it's not painful anyways.

You cringed at the slimy texture while he's applying some of its' gel on his own wounds.

You're really curious as to what gave him these changes in language and cuts. For sure, a rope of some sort is involved in strangling him, but... what on Earth managed to do that!? What or who can reach his neck and face?

It would be funny if the reason was that he got caught in his own traps.

You have to admit, the scar across his face surprisingly increased his attractiveness, giving him this 'wild and rugged' look. His intimidation factor increased too, unfortunately, he's still a degenerate and you hate him to the core.

"Stop staring." He scowled. Looks like he has something to hide from you. It is not worth to pry him open, you knew you probably can't handle the truth AND the punishment at the same time.

Not wanting to get raped or stuffed, you looked away. Pretending to admire other growing plants nearby.

Mayanka frowned. He felt bad that he's being mean to you just because you're 'showing concern'.

But it's either you uncovering the horrifying truth and turning into a hissing, spitting, rage goblin or remaining ignorant and in blissful submission.

Your captor expressed a sad smile. You may not be perfect, but he loves you anyways.

"Little wife." Mayanka addressed you.

"Huh?" You turned to face him. He has his arms stretched out for you to run into, a welcoming grin is etched on his handsome face.

"What?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Hug. Come." Mayanka pouted and clapped a few times.

You pursed your lips and tentatively gave into his request. Mayanka enveloped you in warmth, a hand stroking your hair as he planted numerous and rapid kisses on the crown of your head.

You furrowed your eyebrows, question marks floated around you. It's not like Mayanka has never showed affection like this before, but he usually only does this if you do something that unintentionally pleases him.

Such as small gestures that makes him think that you care about him as a beloved husband— to an extent, you do. Because you wouldn't like him in a bad mood, god knows what he'll do to take his stress out.

More often than you like, he would molest you or openly masturbate to you (regardless if you're clothed or not) whenever he's upset about something.

You're just grateful that he doesn't do vaginal/penetrative rape anymore.

What did you do? All you did was stay still while he coats you in aloe vera slime.

He pulled away and cradled your face in his massive hands. It unnerved you because he could easily flatten your head like a pancake if he wanted to.

"'Iinaa abhk— I love you." He cooed, smiling from ear to ear.

"O...kay...?" You eyed him carefully.

"You make me live."

Mayanka tousled your (h/c) hair with his thick, bandaged fingers. Making them stick out everywhere.

'You make me live'? What was he trying to convey? You're the reason that he's alive today? Well, that's sad.

"Go play. I play with you. Don't lazy." He nagged, gently urging you to go to the front yard.

"I don't know what to play!"

"Chase."

"Huh?"

"Play chase." His hands shot out to tickle your sides. You burst out laughing from the ticklish touches, it was too overwhelming that you fell to the ground.

Mayanka frowned and stopped.

"You run. I chase."

"No! I don't want to play— HA HA HA!" Mayanka swiped his fingers across your tickle-sensitive areas.

"O-okay! h-Haha HA HA! Stop, give me time to run, damn it!" You sobbed, it's not a playful one. It's a genuine cry of fear.

Mayanka brought up all ten fingers in the air. He put one down.

Then another.

And another...

"Oh shit!" You hissed, he's counting down until he gets to tickle you again.

Immediately after the third finger down, you scrambled to get back up on your feet.

You lifted a leg, about to book for it until a pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso.

"HA HA HA HA! WAIT, STOP!" Salty liquid dripped down your eyelashes.

"So slow." He complained, firing kisses at every opportunity. "Slow and cute wife."

"PLEASE! NOT FAIR!" You shrieked, attempting to stop his fingers from sending immobilizing waves throughout your body.

"I let go, you run faster. Understand?" You furiously nodded your head to his conditions.

"Good. Go." You zoomed away when his arms lifted.

Mayanka sighed in relief when you decided to run in a direction opposite to the place where he tied a battered Miss G and a muted Tam up.

He wondered if Hal's body can be salvaged.