Chapter 6

"No!" Bler was persistent. He did not only not listen to me but also forced me to face him without regard for the two oncoming henchmen.

"No! You let go of me!" I struggled hard, and my eyes begged Bler to let me go before the henchmen approached.

He locked his gaze on me before speaking. "Qyxiella, I've been looking for you for nine years. I need your explanation for leaving me alone without saying anything! Why did you never keep your promises? Why?" As his face approached me, I inhaled his sweet-smelling breath, making my heart race even faster from being close to him and from being scared of the incoming henchmen.

"Why, Qyxiella? Why did you abandon me with no reasons or explanations?” He scoffed. "Why did you leave a promise only to break it? And now you are saying you're married?" Bler’s voice was full of painful expressions as he stared at me, scrutinizing every detail.

I immediately avoided his gaze because I couldn't bear the loneliness and pain written in his eyes. I am hurt if Bler is in pain, but I can't help but push him away for Bler’s own safety.

                                    

"Everything is in the past, don’t dwell on it anymore. Mr. Walker. Move on and forget about me. I now have a life. I'm happy." When I finished my sentences, I shrugged. My vocabulary does not include the word "happy." Not eight years ago, when I first arrived on this island.

Bler stifled a laugh and looked at me indifferently. His face was dark, and he could barely speak because his jaw was clenched tight while holding his rage down.

"Have you totally forgotten about me? Move on? Heh!" He scoffed bitterly. Anger slowly rose to the surface of his face. He straightened up, but his gaze remained fixed on me. "That's what I did the day you left me. My feelings for you have vanished. But, damn! Seeing you again..." He raked his eyes over my body, feasting on me from head to toe.

He had a look of longing in his eyes. Still, it vanished almost instantly, and his expression softened. "Oh, God! I missed you so much, Qyxiella!"

Bler was about to give me a hug when the two henchmen approached. "Hay algún problema, Señorita Camilla?" Is there a problem, Señorita Annika? One of them asked. It was someone that my husband trusted the most.

I shook my head quickly before glancing at Bler, who still had his hand on my arm.

"Nada. Todo está bien," I responded formally, simply pulling my arm away from Bler. Thank God he let go of me without saying anything. "Puedes volver ahora. Estoy bien aqui." You can go back now. I'm okay here.

"Necesitas irte a casa. Tu esposo estará aquí pronto." You need to go home. Your husband will be here soon.

  

I became nervous after hearing what the henchman said. I cannot allow my husband to see me outside, especially when I am conversing with a man. And I didn't want to cause harm to Bler. I don’t care why Bler was here on the island anymore. The important thing now was to get away from Bler before my husband caught him. I hardened my expression and turned to face Bler again, who gave me a thoughtful look.

"Mr., that's the way to Casa La Virginia. I'm on my way there, but I'm not alone. I'm sorry I can't accompany you there. My husband is dominating and possessive.”

 Bler’s brow furrowed as I spoke in English rather than Spanish.

I communicate with him in English because my husband's henchman does not understand English. They are Aymarian and Quencha speakers who are unable to understand English. However, they can understand the Filipino dialect because my husband allowed them to study the language for fear that I would meet another Filipino, whom my husband hated the most.

Bler slightly nodded.

"Gracias, Señorita."

After hearing Bler’s thanks, I turned to face my husband’s henchmen.

"Regresaré a Casa La Virginia y me quedaré en el piso 18. Por favor dile eso a mi esposo." I'm returning to Casa La Virginia and will be staying on the 18th floor. Please inform my husband of this.

I immediately turned away when they nodded. Before that, I noticed Bler’s suppressed grin before I finally walked away and left him.

Bler, I'm sorry. I’m doing this for your safety. Even though I desperately want to hug and talk to you, I can't. I don't want my husband to hurt you when he finds out you are talking to me.

Every step I took was quick because I could still feel Bler’s gaze following me. My nakedness was concealed by the sarong that was wrapped around my body and tied around my neck. I am  not embarrassed because all of the women here are nearly naked. But I was thinking about what my husband would say if he found out I had left the penthouse wearing a two-piece bikini.

I knew there were CCTVs scattered all over the island, but my husband had no interest in watching it. He prefers to watch a live show. A making-out show, to be exact. The memory of my husband sitting in front of me while several men ganging up on me, made me close my eyes. No! I am not going there!

It was nearly seven o'clock in the evening, and it was getting dark everywhere. However, I still see some couples having sexual intercourse in the recliner seat or on the sand. There were also couples f*cking on a bench along the pathway to the penthouse where I am staying.

Young or old couples. Threesome or same-sex. There's even a foursome. But no one is concerned about the environment because this is a natural occurrence on the island. This island was built for it, a sex island.

Members of the organization who desired to satisfy their sex life went there and fulfilled their sexual fantasies. Girls here were repeatedly operated on to be tight and feel like virgins again. They were taught to be the best sex partners possible, with wild and heightened sexual lusts that drove men insane. They were drugged to last for long periods of sex, especially those greedy men who only want to fuck.

All the girls here were kidnapped victims and were forced to work as sex slaves. They were conducting experiments in a laboratory I had never visited before, and I had no idea why. When a woman exceeds the time limit, she will be released from the island and forwarded to a member of the organization to be auctioned as a sex slave for the rest of their life. 

I closed my eyes to suppress my rage. Even though I saw these scenes every day, my heart was still not used to witnessing them. I couldn’t do anything if I wanted to help other young girls, because even I couldn’t get myself out of this hell. If a miracle came to save me, it was a punch to the moon, a unicorn’s horn, or a phoenix's tail.

I kept walking while clenching my fist. I ignored the persistent call of a man who was busy thrusting into his partner’s hole to join them in a threesome and went straight to my penthouse.