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

I switched songs in the middle of the chapter, the second one is more fitting to the atmosphere. I hope yall listen❤️

"Please Mayanka, she's still so young! Don't kill her!" You begged, tugging on his leg.

He huffed through his nose and ignored you.

"PLEASE!" You wailed, snot and tears dripping everywhere from your face.

Tam kicked the air as her face began to turn blue, her eyes are rolling back into her skull, showing her whites connected to various blood vessels. Tam's tongue was forced out as Mayanka chokes the life out of the poor girl.

You can't watch her die like this, you're no better than a conscious cannibal if you do, you would be taking Mayanka's side if you let it be.

But how!? You can't even hurt Mayanka enough to let her go. You've been biting his legs so much that your jaw is beginning to slightly dislocate.

You pulled on your hair, you need to hurry, if not, another life will be lost in your name.

Then... in the corner of your eyes, you saw something shiny.

Mayanka's face was filled to the brim with vexation, he despises this girl more than anything he has ever encountered in his life.

How dare she attempt to steal you from him? On top of that, she poisoned you, what's so great about her that you're willing to die for?

Mayanka is jealous. He had known you, taken care of you, loved you and fed you for almost two years. Yet... you'd choose this livestock over him and your own precious life? What a disgrace.

He believes that as soon as this girl is wiped away from your life, you will come back to him with your tail between your legs. Apologizing profusely and begging for his forgiveness or care.

Mayanka will always love you, feed you and play with you the same, but all of this cannot go unpunished. He's planning to rape you once every three days, just like when he was trying to impregnate you back then.

Then, only you'll learn to never cross Mayanka.

"MEYANNA'S SLAVE, look at me, bastard!" He felt an arrow pierce his heart after hearing that from you. Mayanka gulped, he closed his eyes and let a tear roll down his cheek.

He snapped his head to the back and gave you a hearbroken glare.

"Let go or I'll cut myself." Your voice trembled from all the excessive crying and screaming.

His eyes widened at the sight of a small compass needle pressing against your wrist, right on the critical area. A tiny prick drew a large bead of blood as a warning to him.

Mayanka hyperventilated, he immediately released Tam from his hands, dropping her like a sack of potatoes. One cut is all it takes to lose the love of his life, will to live, Mayanka can't save you in time if you happen to slice the right vein.

She hacked and coughed, wheezing and gasping. Tam cradled her neck while propping herself up with another hand, flashing stars appeared in her vision. It's a wonder how she managed to stay awake.

"Please..." Mayanka whispered, putting his arms in the air, showing that he means no harm to Tam or to you.

"...don't cut." He continued, voice faltering and tears flowing.

"Then walk away from Tam." He spared one more hateful glance towards the tortured girl before doing what he's told.

"I do it already. Stop holding sharp knife." Mayanka's eyebrows knitted together while his lower lip quivered. The man sniffled and sobbed.

Your eyes darted to Tam. She's barely recovering, you need to wait until she's fit enough to alert the rescue team.

Mayanka made a sudden move, trying to get close enough to you— to confiscate the dangerous weapon. You whipped your head back towards him and pressed the needle harder against your skin.

"Ay ay, no. I'm going to kill myself if you don't do what I tell you. Now, stay back." Mayanka begrudgingly took a few steps backward.

"...I-I cannot understand." He swallowed his own saliva anxiously.

"What do you not understand, Mayanka? You don't do what I want, I kill myself. Easy! Finished!" You mimicked the way he spoke to you.

"N-no... why you...why you love she?" That sentence left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"You're literally not human anymore. I won't expect you to understand, but humans can't stand to see another human die. I 'love' her because she is an important part of the world. She is a human." You licked your dry lips to moisten them, trying to stall as much as you can.

Tam is slowly getting up, crawling away from the scene. You're mentally cheering her on

"...and I don't like being raped, Mayanka. I would rather die than go through that again."

"Then I no rape. I no rape anymore." He bargained.

If you hated that punishment so much to the point of suicide, Mayanka has no choice but to find a milder and effective one. Right now, all he wants is the assurance of your safety.

"I don't believe you. As soon as I throw this away, you're going to stick your dick in me. No!"

"(Y/n)! Please!" His whole body shivered, he took a step forward.

"Stay!" You swiped against your forearm, away from the dangerzone to scare Mayanka a bit.

A fluid ribbon of crimson flowed down your arm and onto the sand. Staining the light coloured material.

It worked, Mayanka let out a loud gasp and sobbed louder. He returned to his original spot, hugging himself. His confident and intimidating body language withered away, turning insecure and pathetic despite his height.

For the first time ever, you detected genuine fear in his yellow eyes.

You're flattered that you're considered the most important thing in his life. But that does not change your view on him, he is still a monster that you would do anything to get away from.

"Please... you hurt. I need to fix you..." He showed you his hands, palm facing upwards. Trying to send a message that he's not going to hurt you— only tend to your wounds.

"I don't need fixing, Mayanka. YOU need fixing. A good, electric 'fix'." You coughed, mildly choking on your spit.

"I... I love you..." Mayanka's eyes were blurred with tears.

"Sorry, I don't. I hate you, I really do, and I mean it." You spat.

It hurts. It really hurts.

Mayanka broke down, screeching the top of his lungs. That reply alone delivered a deadly blow, shattered his heart and mind that are fragile, but only to you. His one and only, beloved little wife.

All the rejection and abuse he endured in his thirty seven years of life could never add up to be as painful as yours.

Mayanka would rather be waterboarded or sodomized by Meyanna instead of having to take this mental misery. Why must you hurt him so? All he ever did was love you.

Did... did you see his rapings as acts of hatred? Is that why you never believed all those times when he said he loved you? He didn't mean to hurt you! All he wanted was you to behave! Mayanka never wanted you to feel unloved because of that, he just wanted to teach you some behaviors are wrong (in his eyes)!

Yes... that must be it, he-he just needed to fix that and everything will be okay. No more raping, then you'll see how much he actually loves you. He'll find another way to discipline you, this method obviously did more harm than good.

But now, you just won't listen! How is he going to right his wrongs if you're constantly endangering yourself?

Mayanka anxiously chewed on his thumb, he felt like he's going to explode. Not in anger, but out of stress. This was all his fault, if he checked in with your feelings about being raped, this wouldn't happen. You wouldn't felt 'unloved' by him, you would then understand that he's just trying to correct your misdemeanours!

You switched your focus from Mayanka, who is currently fighting a war with himself, to your only hope of escaping the island, Tam.

You could see the look of sympathy for you and disgust for Mayanka's on Tam's face after hearing what he did to you. You appreciate that.

You wonder if Mayanka is going to pop like a kidney filled balloon. He's shaking so much that you're starting to believe that his internal structures are duplicating.

You looked back at the struggling girl.

"Go Tam, go!" Tam began to pick up the pace, she's now on her own two feet. A bit wobbly, but so much better than before.

Tam became wide-eyed. You furrowed, what happened? She seem to be mouthing something to you because she's now almost mute, but what?

You turned around to see Mayanka charging at you.

You were distracted! His sudden appearance caused you to shield yourself with your arms instead.

Oh well. This is the end of the road for you and Tam. Maybe even the poor volunteers who are here to rescue everyone. Goodbye, sanity. Hello, purgatory.

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You and Tam gasped.

Your arms slowly lowered to reveal an unconscious Mayanka on the sand. His entire eight feet two inches frame laid on the ground, bleeding profusely from his head.

You had to move away because his blood was just too much. It soaked your already wet shoes, turning them crimson.

You and Tam turned to the source of the gunshot.

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There stood Hal, holding a rusty pistol in his hands. Grey smoke floating from the scorching hole.

The three survivors, including yourself, stood in silence. Staring at each other.

Hal lowered his weapon down and placed a hand on his hip. He relaxed his shoulders.

"When in doubt..."

He raised his occupied hand up.

"...gun."

You blinked rapidly out of disbelief.

"Are you American?" He nodded.

"One hundred percent freedom, baby." He flashed a cocky smile.

"Tam! He's American too! He had a gun, where was yours!?" You pointed at the man.

She ignored your remark and limped to the both of you.

"Where the hell did you get that...?" She whispered.

Hal shrugged.

"I snooped around his small shed. Found this and this." He picked up a box like object.

Tam covered her mouth with a delicate hand.

"That's...! Mo's satellite phone!"

"Yeah, I called them to come here. They'll be over in a few minutes... I don't even know if Hulk can fit into the helicopter." He pointed at Mayanka's lifeless body.

"I... I never knew he had a gun..." you stammered.

"I think, this thing is a little over twenty one years old. Remember when he told you the pilot shot herself? I think this is the very gun she used." He dangled it in the air.

"Where were you?" Tam asked.

"After I woke up, I snooped a little. I suspected that he took Mo's satellite phone, didn't expect to get the gun. I went into the jungle and tried following that giant, to shoot him down like the beast he is. But he was too fast for me to aim!" Hal sat down on the sand, you and Tam did so too.

"I heard a lot of screaming, mostly that guy yelling '(y/n), (y/n), (y/n)!', I couldn't tell where was everyone, I was about to reach the clearing but then the bastard made a U-turn. I was almost spotted!" He made wild hand gestures to show the excitement of it all.

"You know little old me, I can't run that fast, that is why it took me a while to get here. But hey, at least I got here just in time!" Hal beat his chest proudly.

You snorted. "Heh, you sure did, bud."

"Where is my damn shirt...?" Mumbled Tam as she scanned the surrounding.

"Your shirt—?" When Hal realized what was happening, his face turned beet red. Hal immediately looked away and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Nope, I didn't see anything." He muttered.

You and Tam chuckled at his reaction. Tam went onto pick her shirt up from the sand, kicking Mayanka's body in the process.

They're taking an awfully long time to get here. So you had a chat with them and everyone learnt about the tragic fates of Mo and Miss G.

"Hey, what does the 'G' stands for in Miss G?" You asked.

"Promise not to laugh?" Tam pointed at you.

"Yes of course."

"Yeah, her ghost is gonna haunt you if you do." Hal snickered.

"Very funny. I ain't afraid of no ghosts. Tell me, what does the G stand for."

"Girl."

"What?"

"The G, in Miss G stood for Girl. So, Miss Girl."

"...wow." It sure is a challenge not to laugh. You had to remind yourself that Miss Girl was brutally murdered and cannibalized in order to make yourself somber.

"Wait till you hear Mo's full name." Hal interrupted.

"What's his full name?"

"MDMA."

"MDMA? Doesn't make sense."

"Molly, which is the street name for the drug, MDMA. His name is literally spelt as M-D-M-A. But pronounced as 'Molly'. Mo is a nickname he gave himself. So... you ate some Molly."

"..." You tried to relax your face muscles as much as possible. You repeatedly reminded yourself that he died a tragic death.

"It's okay, you can laugh. Mo says it's funny. He always told us that he wanted to be cannibalized just so someone could make that shitty pun." Tam told you.

After that, you burst into a fit of laughter.

Tears of emotional pain followed soon after.

You told them all about Mayanka and your life with him for a year and a half. They both sympathized with you, giving you words of support and encouragement.

It felt so much better. You shed some tears of joy after hearing them.

It's good to interract with humans again.

"So, what are yalls plans after getting back home?" Asked Hal.

"Therapy. Just. Therapy. The stuff I saw and the stuff I had to go through was traumatizing to say the least." Rasped Tam, she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.

"Same here." Hal bitterly smacked his lips. "What about you, (y/n)?"

Your (e/c) eyed traveled back to Mayanka's corpse.

"Therapy first. Then, I'm gonna develop a game. An adventure one, but its' main theme is just beating the shit out of a character who is heavily inspired by my rapist and tormentor." A small smile made its way on your lips.

"That's nice, what are you gonna name it?" Asked Tam.

You rubbed your chin and looked up at the sky.

The full moon looks so pretty, so round and bright. The moonlight illuminated some clouds obscuring it, making them look like they're glowing. So ethereal.

"(Y/n)?"

"...Y'know, I made a lot of memories here. Most were bad, a pinch of them were good. I remembered playing with Mayanka's chicks, they were so round and fluffy— like glowing clouds. I don't get to see that in the city... so, I'm gonna miss that." You wiped a tear off your face.

"Y'know, I wish we can just... store our memories in clouds. Like, we can just keep bad ones in there and never have to relive it again. We can also keep good ones so we can preserve it."

"Yeah, my god. If that was real, we probably wouldn't need to spend thousands on therapy." Hal's lighthearted joke made everyone laughed.

"Yeah... I think... I think I'm gonna name it Cloudlight Memories." You grinned and nodded to yourself.

"Ooh, sounds wonderful." Tam complimented.

"Heh, Y'know, I have a son waiting for me at home. His name is Tom and he loves playing video games. I think ill get him Cloudlight Memories for his 17th birthday."

"Sure, thanks for the advanced support, Hal. As a token of appreciation, you're going to get a discount."

"Cool beans... is that what young people say these days?" You let out a laugh.

"Kinda. Something like that, keep slaying, old man." You patted his back.

"Slaying, that's like a term for swinging, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so." You brought your knees up to your chest.

"Heh, funny. My brother's name is also Tom and he likes playing games too. Thomas Smith. I think I'll get him a copy too." Said Tam.

"You're getting a too discount, kid." You gave her finger guns. She clicked her tongue in reply.

"Huh, freaky coincidence. My son is Timothy Oliver." Hal spoke up.

Tam furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Timothy... his nickname should be Tim then."

"No." That was Hal's only reply.

Before anyone can reply, a strong gust of wind blew everyone's hair into a mess. A loud chopping sound made you cover your ears.

Help is here.

You took a deep breath and exhaled. You're free. You're finally free from that tyrant, free from being chained down on this empty island.

You can finally end this horrible chapter of your life and move onto the next.

"Let's go." Tam whispered to you.

You saw Mayanka being carried into the helicopter with a stretcher that barely fits his body. Four people had to lift him.

A gaping bullet hole in his forehead exposed his brain matter to the air.

You took one last glance at the wooden hut you lived in for a while.

Mayanka will never be ever again.

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