You can't believe it.

It's a new record, Mayanka didn't rape you for a month.

Though, you caught him masturbating next to you a few times. When he noticed that you're awake, he only stared deep into your eyes as he finished his business.

It wasn't a heated, seductive gaze. It's just... blank. No emotions whatsover, not even when he climaxed, not even when ropes of white landed all over his hand and solid abs. Mayanka kept his face frozen as he went on stroking and staring.

Is this an intimidation technique? If it is, Mayanka sure did a good job scaring you to 'sleep'.

Mind the quotation marks, the sound of his hand pleasuring his phallus makes you so uncomfortable to the point of weeping. You had to bite your tongue down in order not to whimper or sob in fear.

You're just grateful to not have sperm all over you and inside you anymore.

Since you're going to be stuck here for a while, might as well try to understand Mayanka more. That way, you would know better on how to avoid getting an undesirable reaction from him.

As much as you hated it, you thought him English the best you can. He picks up quickly and easily, however, he's still not very chatty towards you. Does he retain the knowledge in his head? You don't really know and you dislike talking to your rapist as if he did nothing wrong.

You will need to wait for him to expose his true palette of colours to you.

Today, you watched the sunrise with him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and held your hand in his.

You glanced at his eyes. They held a certain, deep emotion whenever he watches the sun emerge from the east.

Sadness? Anger? Happiness? Unidentifiable. But you're sure there is something he's feeling.

Maybe...

You gulped before moistening your lips to speak.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked. The man blinked, his long eyelashes fluttered along.

"Ama and Ada and Meyanna." You shuddered, his voice is intimidatingly deep and gruff. Such a shame, he would have been a perfect voice actor for your game characters. But he just HAD to be a rapist.

"...what?"

"Mother and father and big brother." He clarified.

He has a brother!? You pray that he isn't like Mayanka at all.

Actually, you hope that Mayanka isn't into incest. Poor Meyanna, he probably took advantage of him despite Mayanka being younger.

...Or is it the opposite?

"What about them?"

"Don't like."

He frowned. You also frowned at the unsatisfactory answer he gave you. Why doesn't he like them? Were they abusive to him?

"You don't like what?"

"Ama, Ada, Meyanna." He continued.

"What happened?" Instead of speaking, Mayanka pulled you into a bear hug.

You forcefully exhaled through your nose, about to push him away until...

"...I like you." You felt your skin crawl at his words. Good lord, those three words made you want to vomit. His hands roamed your back and rear, but he's not going any further than sensual touches.

For sure, you're not going to let him ruin the word "love" for you. He already ruined "Like"!

You're gonna treat the word 'love' like a derogatory slur around him.

The both of you stayed like this for a while. During that period of intimacy, the cogs in your head started turning.

"Am I... a better replacement for his family? Is that why he's so desperate to have a kid or two? Well, that's not fair TO ME." Your finger itched to rip his hair out.

"Still doesn't explain how he has these skills and specific knowledge, though... I wonder how old he is. Where did he even come from?!" You can't ask him that now, you haven't had the chance to teach him about age nor numbers beyond ten.

Finally, he's done hugging his emotions out. Mayanka gently pulled you away and cupped your cheeks.

"Thank you." His eyes softened at you and his thumbs caressed your face.

"I'm glad you now know what the hell that meant." You mumbled. You've been trying to get him to say/understand the meaning of gratitude for a while now.

"I very like you." He pressed a kiss on your forehead. To which, you grimaced. He doesn't seem to be affected by that.

A handsome smile was etched on his face, showing off his pearly whites. You envy his deep dimples on both cheeks, such a pretty face. But what a hideous personality.

Mayanka playfully ruffled your hair.

"Cute."

Your (e/c) eyes widened at the new word he uttered.

"Where did you learn that...?" You asked.

"Ama—mother say Meyanna cute. She say very very small English." When he told you that fact, his smile faltered. As if it brought back some terrible memories. You covered your mouth with a hand in disbelief, his mother speaks a bit of English, huh.

What if...

"What did she call you?" You asked.

"Wrong." Now he's frowning.

"Wrong?"

"Yes, wrong. Mayanka wrong." You internally sighed in relief, your mind wandered back to the time where you called him disparaging names. Maybe he knows some of your words, but he wasn't offended because he probably thought it was directed to something else.

"Favouritism, huh. That's rough buddy, but that doesn't excuse your assholishness." You pursed your lips.

"What else did she call you?"

"Ugly. You say me that." Both of your hands flew up to slap your mouth shut.

"MY GOD." Looks like you have to be careful with your words from now on.

"I'm sorry." You spluttered.

"I forgive." Mayanka gave you a dismissive wave.

"A-and then...?" You carefully examined his face, he's quite nonchalant about it.

"Fat."

"Fat?" Now you're curious as to how he looks like when he's a child.

"Yes. Fat, Ugly, Wrong Mayanka. Ama no give food sometimes." He subconsciously brought his hand to his stomach.

"That's... uhh... wow." You bit down on your finger, you wanted to know if he understands the word 'stupid' or not. You're using that a lot around him.

He expressed a sad nod and an uncomfortable smile.

"I don't understand, why wrong?"

"Ama say I... I wrong..." He snapped his fingers, trying to find the words that you can understand.

"—wrong baby...? Wrong come out. I think." You furrowed your eyebrows, still not getting what he's trying to relay.

"...I don't know many English. I don't like wrong." Mayanka looked away momentarily, he's disappointed that he can't express himself as good as he initially expected.

You had some theories in your head, none of them were positive. So you decided to drop this line of questioning for now.

"Any other English words your mother know?"

Mayanka thought about it for a while. He then shook his head, no.

"Your father?"

"No English."

"Oh."

"I don't like Ada."

"Why?"

"He don't like me... I think. I know he very like Meyanna."

"Oh, I'm sorry." You weren't sure how to react. Mayanka gave you a confused look.

"No sorry, you not Ada. I go cook." He pecked you on the cheek.

Mayanka gave you a firm, comforting squeeze on the arm as he got up from his sitting position.

"Go play. But no swim, wear hat." He picked the Sepak Takraw ball up and tossed it to you.

The sun has completely risen, it's time to start the day. Mayanka went in to the cabin and out through the back door.

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A/n: hi guys did yall notice that i dont describe what Mayanka is thinking/feeling 90% of the time?? So i can have that ✨mysterious✨ factor,

From there, in realized that the yandere's thoughts and dialogue made up most of my other books, cause like it's really hard to reach 1000 words when it comes to writing about Mayanka— he's silent physically and mentally

So like the only way to fix Mayanka's puzzle is through reader's personal thoughts and the little (albeit incomprehensible due to language barriers) snippets he give out.

Hope yall find it fun to read!! (rape is not something to be desired irl, remember that— mind you this book is categorized under horror for a reason.)

some of yall do put interesting theories and detailed analysis on him doe👁👁 thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to comment those😭❤️❤️ they always make my day and i love reading them