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

Mayanka grunted in frustration. God, he hates it when this happens.

He delivered another slap to Miss G's face. The older woman wailed in pain.

"Noisy!" He hissed, immediately plunging a sharp blade into her chest. Blood rised up in her throat, making her gurgle and choke.

Tam can only watch in horror, she has lost around 95% of her voice thanks to Mayanka. All she can manage out are wheezes and rasps.

How did she manage to let out that scream? Her lips were glued shut with Mayanka's strong, handmade adhesive.

Simple and grosteque. Both women had a suspicion that there was someone else on the island with Mayanka. From what they can infer, you don't really seem to like him. You spoke to him quite rudely (loudly too) and they can hear you yelling at him in English.

Most likely you're not on Mayanka's side and you don't seem to know what is happening to them, so you might help them. However, they knew it's a fifty-fifty chance that you'll be of any use.

They're desperate not to die, so Miss G concentrated all her strength in the muscles of her jaw. The power is enough to pry her literal sealed lips apart! Breaking the bonds in the dried glue.

Unfortunately, it also tore the skin of her lips, exposing a mass of smooth, pink, bleeding flesh around her mouth. Moreover, the pressure made hairline fractures on the side of her skull— her mouth was finally open, but she cannot close it back because she accidentally unhinged her jaw. At least it's not that permanent.

The physical and mental stress exerted on her mind was enough to cause Miss G to burst a vessel in her eye and in her nose. Resulting in an eyeball going red red and her nose dripping crimson.

Before Mayanka could even lay a hand or even reach her, Miss G was already dying from bloodloss and suffering from pain. Mayanka stabbing her in the chest was a mere act of mercy, to put Miss G out of her misery.

Tam began hyperventilating through her nostrils. She can't open her mouth because they're sealed with glue. Looks like Mayanka is smart to do that despite knowing she can't scream anymore. Tam could have used her teeth to aid her in escaping.

Mayanka heartlessly began to chop Miss G's body up in front of Tam. His gaze on the woman's naked body was not at all perverted, no, he has NO desire to sexually pleasure himself with it.

Mayanka sees her as food, nothing more. Like a gaze of a butcher while he's absentmindedly chopping up meat for his customers, no emotional attachment to anything.

This is something so mundane and easy for the man that it took him only five minutes to extract the all parts he wanted in his big pot of stew tonight— her fresh vital organs. The rest of Miss G's body will be barbequeued.

He's happy that Miss G is more to the plump side. Females usually have the highest fat content due to their breasts.

Mayanka tutted and shook his head when he sliced her breasts off her bleeding chest.

He found a small tumour growing her left breast.

Mayanka deduced that this is a benign one because it's just a lump of localized cancerous cells. It doesn't seem to have metastasize to other parts of her body, So it should be safe to eat everything else.

Mayanka doesn't want to take the risk, so he decided to discard her left breast. What a waste of fat, if Miss G had that removed earlier, Mayanka would have more to eat.

He prefer to eat males more than females because of their reproductive organs.

For men, he can just slice their penis and testicles off. However, for women, Mayanka need to go through the trouble of slicing their abdomen open, extracting their uterus and ovaries, avoiding the bladder.

It's much more messier and tedious, penises and testicles taste the same as uteruses and ovaries anyways.

Mayanka had his back against Tam as he crouched down to cut Miss G's legs into manageable barbeque pieces. All the while, thinking about different methods of presenting tonight's dinner to you. Should he skewer it to make them resemble 'Satay sticks'? Should he cook Miss G's calves in spicy gravy? Hmm. It may cause a bit of gastrointestinal problems for you... Maybe Mayanka could try deepfrying them because he has excess fat today, yeah, it's something new for you to try.

Underground oven? He has two machetes now, easier to dig and obtain wood.

Tam closed her eyes and hung her head down low.

Drip, drip, drip..

Her tears caused damp spots to appear on the sand. Tam tried to ignore the sound of Mayanka hacking Miss G's exposed bones and flesh.

Hal was right. They should have insisted on bringing guns— but can bullets even stop this giant?

She doesn't know. She doesn't care to think anymore. It's over for her, this is how she dies. Being mutilated and eaten by this monster on an uncharted island.

...

Huh?

Something is tugging at her wrists.

Tam weakly brought her head back up and turned back, her tired eyes open wide at the sight of someone trying to undo the ropes around her and the tree..

She couldn't see your face clearly because of the trunk that's blocking the view.

Tam looked back at Mayanka. He's still occupied by her dead teammate, but he might be done any minute.

"...I should have taken my mom's advice and join girl scouts."

Your fingers trembled at the complicated knot in front of you. Which side is supposed to go over, under or across?!

You looked around for anything you can use. Anything sharp. Trying to untie the knot is going to take too long—

Huh? Tam's fingers seem to be pointing at something. Your frenzied (e/c) eyes followed the direction of her finger. It's going towards the side of her leg— a pocket!

She must have a small, swiss knife there. You hope Mayanka didn't take it away while she's unconscious.

Mayanka suddenly whipped his head back.

The woman whimpered in fear as Mayanka raised an eyebrow. He thought he heard some shuffling.

Tam watched him with wide, terrified eyes. You held your breath and hid behind the tree trunk, sucking your bloated stomach in.

He gave Tam, the person who sliced his face a scornful look before continuing working on Miss G's corpse.

You let out a quiet, shaky sigh of relief. Your hand slowly and steadly reached Tam's pocket, the one that isn't ripped open.

It wouldn't make sense to have something useful in the ripped one, it would have slipped out or get confiscated by Mayanka.

You cringed and grimaced when your fingers accidently brushed against Tam's skin. It's been so long since you had any human contact other than Mayanka's, it felt... weird. Out of reflex, you retracted your hand back.

Tam furrowed her eyebrows, what happened!? Why did you stop!? Did your captor catch you!?

No... you just felt... odd. Like, you didn't want to touch anyone because it reminded of Mayanka touching you. That was something you wouldn't wish upon anyone.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry...I'm not Mayanka." you shuddered, wiping your fingers on your clothes. A wave of guilt washed over you.

...what are you even thinking about!? This is a situation between life and death! No one is supposed to feel comfortable here, all you have to do is to grab the tool from Tam's pocket. It's not like you're consciously molesting her, it's inevitable!

You took a deep breath and gulped, using most of your mental strength to push the new, troublesome mindset away.

You squeezed your eyes shut and covered your mouth with a hand. This is to prevent you from whimpering or sobbing too loudly.

You chanted countless apologies in your head as your shaky hand roamed her pocket. You tried your best to avoid hitting her (clothed) body.

Your index finger hit something solid and hard. Yes! It must be the swiss knife!

You carefully took it out and began flicking—-

Wait. This isn't a swiss knife, it's not even a knife at all.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, it's a pocket compass. What can you do with this? Throw it to Mayanka's head? Find your way back home? Trade with someone for a machine gun?

You rotated it to look for any clues. No writings, no hints. God, real life is nothing like video games.

Hold on. There isn't any protective glass covering on the display.

The needle is sharp!

You fumbled with it in your hands, positioning your fingers around the red and silver needle, you began tugging on it. Attempting to remove the essential item from it's useless case.

Veins in your neck and head throbbed, it's sharp enough to leave a deep cut in your skin. Beads of scarlet appeared on the wounds.

Tink!

The needle came off.

His brilliant, golden eyes widened as he froze in place. That's the sound of metal. There aren't supposed to be metal anywhere near here besides his machetes.

Mayanka tightened his hold on the handle of his machete. He rose up, towering over a frightened Tam.

Blood covered him entirely, from his hair to the sole of his feet. Him, looking down with those furious eyes made him more menacing than before.

"Shit, shit, shit, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" You bit on your bottom lip as you repeatedly drag the needle across the thick rope. It's cutting each and every fibre very slowly, this is too small and blunt for you to use.

Still, better than nothing.

"What did you do." He barked at Tam. It sounded more like an accusation than a question.

Tam shook her head and a faint, distorted muffle can be heard. She scoot away as much as she can, trying to distance herself away from Mayanka.

"You are very annoying." He growled, Mayanka doesn't mind eating two humans for dinner tonight. He can even prepare smoked human jerky for tomorrow's breakfast, he's sure that you'll like it.

You have to.

Tam's face scrunched up in fear, she began squeaking, clicking— anything that makes noise to release her adrenaline.

Mayanka scowled, even after he destroyed her vocals, she's STILL noisy!

"Die." He spat, holding his machete up in the air, intending to strike down directly into her head.

Squelch!

"ARGH! SON OF A BITCH!"

Mayanka's eyes bulged out of his eyes to see you bleeding from your shoulder.

"(Y/n)!" He shouted, catching you as you collapse.

You thinned the rope enough for Tam to break free, she instantly got up on her feet and ran away. Sand particles flew up in the air as her shoes kick them.

"Al'ama!" He stomp his foot on the ground in anger.

Mayanka was about to chase after her, but seeing you howling in pain in his arms like this...

He sighed. Mayanka placed his arm behind your knees and carried you, bridal style.

Breakfast can wait. Your health and dinner can't.

Mayanka speed walked back home. Scolding you in Vuzinian or Arabic... you can't really tell the difference anymore. You're getting lightheaded from the amount of blood you're losing and the pain your experiencing.

"You let food go away! So difficult to catch, you make me accidentally cut you, that is so dangerous!" You did not pay attention to any of his words, they're masked by your screaming.

That made Mayanka even angrier, tears pooled in his yellow eyes.

"I am going to rape you later! Then only you remember to behave!" Fury swirled in his golden irises, a frosty chill exploded in your body.

"NO! NO PLEASE, I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I DON'T WANT TO, PLEASE—" your arms and leg flailed around, kicking the air. It made your wound open even wider.

It's been more than a year, you can't afford to go back. He's going to break you all over again!

"Stop! You are wasting energy. Rest, I will rape after I fix your cut. I am so angry, you let food go away, you make me cut you, so dangerous for your body..." He mumbled on, it switched to another language.

You sobbed, no. This can't be! You're going to go through hell all over again.

But then... at least that girl managed to get away. You bought her some time. You sacrificed yourself to save her and potentially yourself too!

With that in mind. You reduced your pathetic pleas to quiet sniffles. This isn't for nothing, this is for your own freedom.

You can get through this.

—

You screamed when Mayanka thrusted into you.

You have forgotten how big Mayanka was. It completely stretched your insides and made you shed some tears. At least he's nice enough to use the leftover sexual lubricant from last year.

"You don't like it, huh? You don't like it! I don't like when you make yourself hurt!" He harshly whispered in your ear. His hands went down to grope your rear.

You're not laying down due to your newly patched up shoulder. You're sitting on his lap with his member inside you, your chest pressing against his.

"So stubborn! Did not even finish fruit!" He delivered another powerful thrust upwards. Mayanka was referring to the rest of the mangos that you didn't touch.

You can't let him know you vomited.

"OW!" You yelled, tears and mucus streaking down your face. Mayanka's strength did not falter, he held you firmly in place.

"You cannot give me children, you don't want to eat my food, you make food go away, you cannot hunt, you cannot swim, you make yourself pain and you cannot do anything! I do everything for you!" He left a trail of hickeys on the side of your neck.

You clenched your hands, enduring the sexual torture with the woman you helped escape in your mind. She's your motivation to keep going now.

"You are lucky you are (y/n), my little wife. If you are not my little wife, I will kill you and cook you in soup!" He berated.

"PLEASE STOP!" You choked on your own tears. Mayanka slowed down but he did not halt at all.

"I stop when I feel good! This is punishment for your wrong!" He pulled back and captured your lips in his.

It hurts. Everything is sore. Just like the first day of meeting Mayanka, everything happened so sudden that it's difficult to truly understand what is going on.

"PLEASE! STOP!" Your voice became hoarse from all the strenous screeching.

"Stop, you will pain your neck. Quiet and enjoy like me." Mayanka grunted, manually slamming your hips down onto his lap.

"W-WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?" Mayanka rolled his eyes out of irritation.

"You don't hear I say? I say again and again already— ugh. I do this because I love you, Understand? You will not remember to behave if I no rape you." He cooed, a hint of annoyance can be easily detected in his tone.

A jolt of electricity pulsed throughout your exhausted body when he pushed deeper.

"This is not love! You're hurting me!" At this point, you're just saying whatever is in your mind. The pain is too much for you to act like an obedient dog who is okay with any abuse.

Mayanka groaned in exasperation.

"If I don't love you, you will be food. You are not food but you are noisy. Annoying." He smashed his plump, scarred lips against yours again.

You're too weak to defend yourself, everything hurts. Why is this only happening to you? This is not fair, you never wanted all of this, how can you make the pain stop?

...you then remembered what you learned last year.

It hurts less if you don't fight back.

You forced yourself to relax in his hold. Leaning against his much larger frame as you braced yourself for the remaining thrusts until his ultimate climax.

It kind of worked.

—

"Little wife—" You're on the bed, passed out from the intense session, he cleaned you up before covering you with his blanket.

You're still asleep? Aren't you supposed to be insanely hungry by now?

Mayanka set the plates of human flesh, cooked in different ways down on the table. He placed some on the wooden nightstand too.

"(Y/n)..? (Y/n). (Y/n)." He gently shook your arm.

"H-huh—?" Fear is present on your face, you scoot away from him as much as possible. Mayanka's eyes softened at you.

"Not angry anymore. I don't want to rape you. But will rape if you do bad things. Come, eat." You gulped. You know what's for dinner. You can't... you can't bring yourself to consciously eat a human.

"N-no..." you shielded yourself with your arms. You're expecting a blade on your throat, but it's quite alright. You don't really care if he's going to kill you, you're sick and tired of this.

"No? Don't want to eat?"

"I don't wanna eat." You replied, mentally preparing yourself for him to slit your throat.

"Then I will find and kill that girl. You will see she die very pain, very bloody." The new and unexpected threat made you drop your resistance almost immediately.

"No! Don't— Ghrk!" A chopstick holding a cooked part of Miss G entered your mouth.

"If you don't want that girl die, you eat." You sobbed while hesitantly chewing on it. You felt terrible because you thought it tasted good.

"Don't vomit. I will make you eat back." You nodded to show that you understood his terms.

Mayanka continuously spoon (chopstick) fed you Miss G's parts while feeding himself too. Though, he's mostly focusing on you.

"I think I'm eating her liver." You opened your mouth, Mayanka dumped more 'food' in there.

"Why are you very... afraid? Human is dead, it is now food. She cannot scold you. She cannot hit you." He raised an eyebrow at your non-stop crying.

"You... you won't understand." You were meek and quiet.

"Are you afraid of roh? Rohani things is not real. When human die, they die, no more live. Eat." He pushed the piece of Liver(?) against your lightly sealed lips.

You don't really know what he's saying. But you assume that he's talking about ghosts.

The first bowl is finished. Now, onto the next. It's organ soup, white steam waft above the hot liquid. It smells wonderful, but the thought of it is horrendous.

Mayanka scoop up some with a spoon, he blew cool air on it so he can lower the temperature down to something tolerable.

"Ah." He opened his mouth, expecting you to mimic his action.

You did, out of fear. He carefully let the soup touch your lips first.

"Too hot?" He asked.

"No."

"Then drink." You were reluctant, but you ended up slurping it anyways.

"I-I can feed myself." You wanted to take it from his hands. However, Mayanka swiped it away before you can even touch it.