A/n:

You were awaken by a stabbing pain in your head. The space between your eyebrows crunched up together in agony, subconsciously trying to alleviate the tension.

Your eyelids were heavy and strained, it is expected especially after miraculously surviving a plane crash in the ocean and aimlessly drifting on a piece of buoyant derbis for days.

Nonetheless, you pried them open. You wanted to see how the hell did you managed to live through all of that despite being a shut-in game developer for years, without an ounce of survival skills.

The sound of rustling reached your ear first. Mildly frantic movements indicated that you're not alone. You do not know if that spells out good or bad news.

You felt a menacing presence beside you, a dark shadow engulfed your being.

Praying that it's not a cryptid that is about to eat you, your eyes shot open, disregarding the discomfort it brings.

Your jaw dropped. This is no cryptid, it's a man. But he possesses the beauty of one.

Pecuiliar golden irises stared back at you, strong facial features and prominent eyebrows made your heart skip a beat. His eyes were sleek, contributing to his wolfish aura.

Numerous scars on his face increased his attractiveness, each marking has a story that made you wonder what caused it.

Lips full and soft, nose slender and sharp, you would die to have his fluttery eyelashes. Your (e/c) eyes trailed from his face, down to the rest of his body. His bare, very sunkissed chest was exposed to you. Miniscule beads of sweat glistened from the light emitted from his lantern hanging in the middle of his... cabin?

The man's body is sculpted to perfection, he would be eligible to win your state's bodybuilding contest. You had the urge to trace your fingers along the shape of his solid abs, but that would be extremely inappropriate to do so.

Your face heats up realizing that the only clothing he wore was a piece of fabric loosely wrapped around his solid hips, barely covering his firm, muscular thighs.

His obsidian, back length hair is messily tied back. It is understandable because it seems like he's been stuck here for a while. No sign of urban objects, only fundamental tools can be found in his home.

You don't expect him to care about appearance because he's too busy foraging, hunting and building for his survival.

But then... why is he so clean shaven? His face is almost smooth, no stubble and no short hairs. Is he naturally unable to grow beards?

"What a hunk." You thought to yourself as you continued staring at him. The man's enchanting eyes scanned your form, making you shrink under his judgementally glare-like expression.

The silence was killing you.

"Uh." You rasp, cringing at the sound of your voice.

His intense gaze did not waver. It switched to your face, an eyebrow was raised, signalling you to proceed with your request.

"...Hi?" You awkwardly waved at him. He waved back, albeit rather confused at the gesture.

"Uh, thanks for saving me, I guess." You nervously rubbed the back of your head, noting that you're still in your original clothes. They're dry.

"My name is (y/n), what's yours?" You extended your hand out for him to shake it.

He blankly stared at it.

"English not your mother tongue, huh." You pursed your lips.

"(Y/n), me." You pointed at yourself. "Me, (y/n)." You repeated.

He did not respond verbally.

"What about you?" You pointed at him before showing your palm for him to shake.

He slowly held it in his strong, large, veiny hands.

Not to shake.

The fine hairs on your skin raised up when he brought it to his supple lips. Your ears became red when he narrowed his eyes seductively.

"H-hey now, what the hell are you..." your voice became softer and softer as he slowly straddled you.

"No!" You tried to roll away, but he pinned you against the bed, his legs trapped yours, immobilizing your lower body.

Now knowing the implications, your reddened face turned pale in fear. You can't let him take you like this, you can't let him rape you!

You screamed and squirmed when he ran his tongue along the length of your neck. He paid no mind to your struggling until you mustered enough energy to momentarily push him away.

"Stop! No! I don't want this!" You yelled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you shielded yourself with your arms.

It did not deter him, he shrugged it off immediately before diving in to plant numerous small kisses on your collarbone.

You shrieked louder when he began undoing the buttons on your shirt.

With both your hands now free, you grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head away.

SLAP!

You slapped his face as hard as you could, however it doesn't affect him that much in terms of physical harm. But it did leave him in a state of shock.

"Stop! Goddamnit! I said No!" He slowly turned to face you again, this time with a deep, hateful scowl.

The man gently rubbed the side of his face, all this while maintaining the glare.

You yelped when he let out a deep growl. Suddenly, he grabbed you by the wrists, rendering you completely defenseless now.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, is he going to kill you?

"No! Leave me alone!" You kicked, thrashed, bit and struggled. But he was just too strong for you to overpower.

He tightened his hold on you, making you wince in pain. Stray tears started streaking down your face, dripping on the bed.

"Please! Don't hurt me!" You sobbed, closing your eyes and partially accepting your fate. You prayed that he won't make you bleed that much.

He threw you over his shoulder like a sack of rice, disregarding your wails and desperate begging.

Your futile attempt to attack him by repeatedly hitting your fists against his back make him press his lips into a straight line.

He calmly sauntered towards the wooden door.

THUD!

"OW!" You yelled as you clutched your head and back.

He literally threw you out of his small, wooden house. The man gave you one last side glare before angrily slamming the door behind him.

You gasped and whimpered, slowly but surely recovering from the incident before.

"W-what the hell..." you mumbled as you get back up on your feet.

Gulping, you began to recollect what happened.

It was then interrupted by a blinding flash of lightning and a deafening clap of thunder.

It was terrifying. The environment became pitch dark after that, god knows what other dangers lies within. You have ZERO knowledge on how to survive in a climate other than your apartment or the gaming studio.

You don't know how to hunt for food, hell, you don't even know how to start a fire without a matchstick or a lighter!

You cried as rain pours down on you, mixing your tears with rainwater.

You're surely going to die without your rapist's help.

You jumped when another flash and crash happened, you decided to throw away every bit of dignity and...

"I'm sorry! Please let me in, I'm sorry!" You banged on the door repeatedly, trying to get his attention again.

The door opened to reveal the giant, looking quite annoyed with your behavior. His large arms are crossed.

"I'm sorry! I-I can't survive on my own, please f-forgive me!" You felt horrible. It feels like your worth was reduced to nothing.

His eyes softened at your apology, although he doesn't understand English, he does understand that you're begging for his forgiveness and mercy.

And he is going to take advantage of that.

He watched you sob as the rainwater drenched his cabin floor.

The man sighed as he forced you to look at him, his fingers pushed your chin up.

You watched him in silent horror as he continued undoing your buttons with his free hand.

Once it's completely undone, he then worked on your bra.

Then your Jeans.

Leaving you in your underwear.

The man picked you up and hurriedly dropped you on the bed again. He didn't even bother closing the door.

His fingers twitched as he removed his own article of clothing and your final line of defence to your womanhood.

You could hear his laboured breathing as his arousal levels spiked, his member was frighteningly enourmous. You don't know if you could take it in at all.

It was already dripping. You don't want to see what happened next, you don't even want to feel what happened next. Alas, you can't shut down your sensory receptors.

A shout of excruciating suffering erupted from your lips as he penetrated you without warning nor anytime to prepare.

You whimpered and wept, you felt absolutely violated and degraded.

You could feel the desperation, the relief, the hunger and the years of pent up sexual frustration in every thrust. The lust he harboured for you was just indescribable.

It was vigorous enough for you to pass out a few times, you had to bite down on his pillow to suppress the pain.

Of course, there weren't anything to use as lube except your own fluids and blood.

You sobbed as he groaned next to your ear, not even thunder or the pitter patter of rain can muffle the sounds of flesh pounding against each other nor the heavily sexual grunts he's making.

You wish the night to end.

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You wished that it was just a nightmare. You wished that you're back home, typing complicated codes away on your computer.

That is just a wish.

You sniffled, opening your eyes to the sight of sunlight shining from the window.

You're frowning as you hesitantly moved your legs to see the extent of the damage he has done.

Upon seeing the bruises and bloodstains on the sheets, you gasped.

At least he's sensible enough not to pump his load into you.

...it looks like you were 'cleaned' up.

"Ow..." you grimaced as you tried getting out of the bed, wondering where did he get the sponge mattress, pillow and bedsheets in the first place.

However, you were stopped by a hand. It gently pushed you back onto the bed.

You whipped your head to face the owner of it, big mistake. Bad memories of last night came flooding into your mind.

The man's emotionless, yellow orbs stared right into your soul. No sign of remorse for what he did last night.

"N-no, d-don't..." You scooted far away from him and shielded yourself with your arms.

It went quiet for a while, only the occational sounds of bird chirps can be heard.

Your ears then perked up at the sound of something metallic. A metal plate being set on a wooden surface, perhaps?

You slowly lowered your limbs to see him walking out of the wooden house with a slightly cracked cup, you can't tell what the material is without getting closer.

Once you're truly alone, you glanced to the side.

You see a small metal plate... or tray, with a pair of wooden chopsticks resting on it. The size of each stick is uneven, you assumed that he made it himself.

You picked it up and examine the contents of it.

Scramble eggs. Still warm too.

You looked around, should you eat this?

You sighed and decided to consume it when your stomach growled.

"Never knew scrambled eggs tasted this good. Maybe it's cause I'm super hungry." You left nothing on the plate.

Setting it back down on the table, you thought to yourself, "Now what?"

The man came back a short while later with the same cup filled with clear, drinkable water.

You visibly tensed up as he approached you with no caution whatsoever.

You're still naked, of course you would be wary of him.

He sets the cup of water down on the wooden side table.

You wanted to stay far away from him as possible. So, you tried leaving the bed despite your extreme soreness on your lower torso.

The man raised an eyebrow as he discourages you from standing.

You froze in fear as he positioned your legs to be straight before pulling the blanket up to your shoulders.

You watched him carefully as he stood back up and leave the cabin with the empty tray and chopsticks.

"What?" You pushed the blanket away from your body and attempted to stand up.

As if on cue, the man came back inside to push you back down. His touches now are tender, unlike last night.

He squinted at you as he brought the blanket to your neck, ensuring that it's covering your entire body.

The man stared at you for a while, as if he's silently telling you to 'behave'.

He left the cabin.

You don't understand. What is he trying to do?

You sighed, rubbing your eyes with your hands.

...This time, you managed to actually stand up beside the bed. You were wobbly because of the soreness, otherwise, you would move just fine.

Now, you need to find your clothes—

"(Y/n)!" He snarled, making you jolt in shock. He remembers your name!

You shrieked when he suddenly lunged at you with a slightly rusty machete. With no intention to hurt you, he only wanted to scare you.

You lost your footing and fell back onto the bed. You shivered as you cower under your arms.

The man clicked his tongue and shook his head. Once again, he brought the blanket over your body.

But this time he set your clothes next to you. It's dry and relatively clean.

The man was yelling something in his native language, it's all gibberish to you, but you had a feeling that he's scolding you for standing up.

You just nodded in fear.

The man then took a deep breath to calm himself down before pointing at himself.

"Mayanka. Me, Mayanka." He mimicked your words last night.

"Y-you're... Mayanka." You pointed at him. He nodded. Annoyance was written all over his face.

He hissed a single word from his native language while pointing his machete at you. You can easily guess that he's saying "Stay!"

You frantically nodded and hid deeper into the sheets.

He grunted in satisfaction before walking away with a bad mood.

You trembled. "What was that?"