He sat in that dark room listening to the sounds of a the bustling village outside the cabana door. The voices growing faint as the sun shifted across the sky indicating that the business day was about over for many of the merchants. The village square wasn't far from where he'd met HER. A brief wave of comfort welled up inside him realising that while he was not in complete control of his situation, at least he had an idea where he actually was. That sense of familiarity made him feel safe. A once vibrant hue of sunshine now transformed into the golden light of a setting sun bled through the cracks of the cabana walls. Humidity clinged to everything, the walls even cried tears of defeat. Beads of sweat tremble down the crevices of his face , neck and onto his lap. Still bound, the rope like tendrils dug into his raw skin, throat on fire from dehydration, head pounding from the hangover and a tender bruised forehead. An injury he has no recollection of receiving, he laments over the choices made the last 24 hours. Slowly fading into unconsciousness for the third time since he found himself trapped, his eyes close and the soft whisper of the sea is all his mind can contain.
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I went in to check on your guest. Came a raspy voice from behind her. Eyebrows raised she looked at the old woman with a doe eyed glare of fake innocence. The old woman let out a devious chortle. What is your plan? He can't remain there forever. Soiling himself and hungry. Why did you even bring him here? I thought you were done with these games, beloved. The young woman winced at her matriarchs tone knowing that it meant what she couldn't or wasn't ready to admit. The demons she fought to reconcile herself of past transgressions had surfaced again. What was it about HIM that triggered her into committing this sin? For years she forbade herself from feeding the demon inside her. However when she first saw him on the island, the usual single male tourist full of wanderlust and naiveté; hanging on every round ass and full bust of the village woman his eyes drunk in. She simply loathed men like him. Their audacity sickened her. Something about HIM set her world on fire. She knew it would be easy to lure him into her cave of debauchery.
Now with the man bound as her helpless quarry she had to deal with the disappointment and regret of her choice. Years of redemption down the drain in the blink of an eye. I'll take this tray of food and and drink to him she announced cheerfully to the old woman. Can you have someone prepare the bath and a different space for him to be held in the meantime? The old woman nodded and called out to a young man in the kitchen instructing him to gather provisions and prepare for their guest. A tiny silver spoon topped with a black substance looms over the pitcher of juice, she taps it lightly to release all the contents before stirring in the mixture which doesn't tint the vibrant hue of fresh fruit juice over ice. A decadent display of fresh cured meats, dates, olives, crisps and homemade goat cheese drizzled with honey complimented the tray of drinks. What shall I do with you she sighs as she picks up the tray? Unable to imagine herself again applying her usual tactics for men she captured in the past, she is shaken. Visions of his hands and lips, wet, sucking, groping and completely owning her. She lost control. Her body ached and throbbed at the thought of the night before. What shall I do with you she sighs again walking out the kitchen into the evening breeze heading for the cabana. Biting her lip, feeling her nipples harden under her sundress and a juicy thrusting in her groin setting off wild electrifying vibrations in her body she moans seductively. Before I decide. I must have a little more.