Chapter 8 The First Drop of Water
Hailey’s sudden boldness made me uneasy, and I quickly took a few steps back.
That’s when I noticed a shiny wedding ring on her left hand.
The sight disgusted me. These women had completely forgotten their marriage vows–shamelessly offering up their bodies without hesitation.
I said angrily, “You’re married, aren’t you? And yet you’re willing to sleep with another man just like that? Aren’t you afraid of how your husband would feel?”
Hailey collapsed on the ground and began crying.
“My husband is dead… I saw it happen with my own eyes when the cruise exploded. The blast threw him across the deck, and he hit his head on the cabin wall. His skull shattered. I’m all alone now… I just want to live long enough to see my child again…”
Her breasts hung down as she sobbed, swaying with every breath.
She looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Mr. Leon… I have nothing left. Only this body. I’m starving. I just want to survive… like Lily. Please let me serve you in exchange for food.”
She looked so pitiful, I did feel some sympathy–but I still couldn’t agree to her request.
Right now, I didn’t even fully understand this island. We hadn’t found any fresh
water.
As for food, Lily and I were barely managing to keep from starving. We didn’t have anything to spare for Hailey.
So I shook my head at her.
Just then, Hailey suddenly stood up and lunged toward me.
Because we were standing so close and she moved so suddenly, I stumbled back a couple of steps.
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That’s when I saw it–a small snake had fallen onto her shoulder.
If she hadn’t pushed me just now, the snake would’ve landed on me.
I immediately felt guilty.
When Lily and I inspected the cave earlier, we hadn’t checked above us at all.
The small snake slithered down from Hailey’s shoulder and onto her chest.
Her breasts were large and round. The snake coiled on top of one, flicking its thin
tongue.
When it neared her nipple, Hailey screamed in terror and instinctively tried to slap it away.
Startled, the snake bit her breast.
I quickly grabbed its head and pulled it off her.
It didn’t look like a venomous snake, but just in case, I grabbed her breast and squeezed the bite to force the blood out.
The snake was thinner than a pen, and its fangs left only a tiny mark–smaller than a sesame seed. The blood barely flowed.
I had no choice. I leaned down and sucked the wound.
Hailey let out a soft moan from the suction. Her nipple began to swell, growing hard.
Its color deepened to a rich pink, like a rose.
She looked at me with desperate eyes. “Mr. Leon, please let me stay. I can cook… I can keep watch at night so you can rest safely… I’ll sleep with you, too.”
I sighed heavily.
“Hailey,” I said, “Lily and I didn’t actually sleep together. Everything we said— every act—was staged to provoke Elsa. I promise you, I’ll respect your dignity. I won’t trade supplies for your body. Our priority right now is finding fresh water. If we don’t, we’ll all be dead in three to five days.”
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Hailey looked over at Lily.
Lily nodded. “Mr. Leon isn’t a murderer. He’s a gentleman. You don’t have to sell your body to survive, Miss Hailey. On this island, we’re all equals.”
Tears welled in Hailey’s eyes, but she nodded.
With Lily’s agreement, I decided to let Hailey join us.
I told them, “Clean up the cave and see if you can find any wild berries nearby. I’m going to explore deeper into the island. We need to locate a water source.”
Hailey looked thrilled. She got dressed and set out with Lily to look for food.
I turned toward the deeper part of the forest and resumed my search.
After nearly a kilometer, I crouched and dug at the ground with my hands, feeling the soil.
Judging by the dampness, there had to be water nearby.
But I couldn’t hear it flowing, and I didn’t see any streams or rivers.
I sat down in the grass to rest, trying to calm myself.
Then I studied the terrain and headed toward a nearby hill.
If there were any streams or rivers, they would’ve had to flow around that hill when blocked.
I climbed the slope and saw a deep ravine cutting through the landscape.
Trees were dense around it.
As I approached, I saw the ravine was about six or seven meters deep, with smooth walls. A stream flowed steadily along the bottom.
This had to be a crack formed by an earthquake.
Fresh water–at last. I exhaled in relief.
Getting it would be tricky, but the important part was that it existed.
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With water, we had a chance at survival.
I walked along the edge of the ravine, looking for a safe way down.
After a hundred meters or so, I suddenly heard someone calling out.
“Help! Please, help!”
It was Alice’s voice!
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
