Wicked Island Of Ireland - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

All she could see was the back of the man’s head. His hair color was similar to Hayden’s, but his build was leaner, and his voice had the freshness of a boy who had just gone through puberty.

“I told you to call me by my name.”

“Ah, aah, hah, Graham. Too deep, ah, nngh, good.”

The woman’s words seemed to encourage his movements and behavior to become rougher.

“You like this young c0ck that much?”

“Nngh, I… like it… I like it.”

“I like it too. It’s like having s3x with a young mommy.”

His thrusting against the woman’s lower body became as wild as an animal’s. Responding in kind, the woman spread her legs wider and trembled her lips urgently.

“Hah, deeper, ah, ah! I’m, I’m going to come!”

“If I go deeper, I’ll ejaculate. Is that okay?”

The man looked directly at the woman’s face as if expecting a specific answer. The woman gave no reply. Instead, the man continued impatiently:

“It’ll be fine. I was born by accident too, and I’m living well, aren’t I?”

The sound of the chair creaking violently came through the speaker. Isu wiped her unexpectedly damp hands on her clothes.

Suddenly, she sensed someone behind her. It was Hayden.

He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes looked at the monitor with contempt, though whether it was directed at the woman distracted by a s3x video in an urgent situation, or at the couple having s3x like slaves to lust in an office, was unclear.

Those blue eyes that had been fixed on the monitor suddenly pierced into Isu’s face.

“I like your taste.”

Isu opened her eyes wide and shook her head.

“No, no. That’s not it, it’s not like that…”

It was true that she had lost her purpose and become absorbed in someone else’s private life while trying to find clues to her memory.

Still, she had gained one valuable piece of information: the man in this video was Graham.

“This man is Graham. Graham… He must be the one who imprisoned me in this building.”

At that moment, last night’s dream suddenly flashed in her mind. The man in military uniform, the glimpse of gray hair by his ear.

“There are five other people here besides me right now. You really want me to do whatever I want in front of everyone? You know I would die for your words, yet you do this?”

The man’s voice echoed in her head. But the dream was too distant to compare voices.

What was certain was that Graham was a s3x addict, a philanderer. If she were caught by such a man again, who knew what might happen to her.

Even at that moment, the man’s moans from the video continued to stimulate her ears. Hayden, as if disliking the sound, narrowed his brow and looked under the desk.

“There are wires on the floor that could cause electrocution. We should find the circuit breaker later, cut the power, and take the memory card.”

Isu followed his gaze under the desk. As he said, thick cables were submerged in water.

“Yes, we’d better leave. Finding clues to my memory is good, but staying alive is more important.”

Hayden held a sack covered in soot. Inside were half-burned remotes, a set of surgical instruments, doctor’s gowns, office supplies like pens, gum, toothpaste, and other items.

“Wow, there’s a lot of useful stuff. By the way, do you know where I was trapped yesterday?”

“I don’t know.”

He entered the adjacent room and opened a built-in cabinet next to the desk. Inside were dozens of canned goods that appeared to be emergency rations, along with snacks, dried foods, and beverages.

It was enough food for two people to eat well for at least a week. Hayden swept the food directly into his sack as he spoke.

“It will continue raining for the next three or four days, and we don’t know when a rescue team will find us. If we share this food with the others, it won’t last even a week.”

Isu stood there blankly, still unable to recover from the shock of the video. Then, sensing his piercing gaze, she pulled herself together.

“Then shall we eat just enough for survival, with restraint?”

That wasn’t the answer he wanted, apparently. He put the last banana chips from the shelf into the sack and replied:

“This island is very large with many empty houses. Let’s move to a more suitable house instead.”

In other words, he was suggesting they move, just the two of them, leaving behind the football players and Jena.

Although following his advice would be best for surviving longer, Isu began to struggle between conscience and practicality.

Just then, Declan’s voice came from outside.

“Isu! Hayden! Are you in there?”

Hayden rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, as if the uninvited guests were unwelcome. Isu sensed the presence outside and lost her concentration.

The sound of multiple footsteps drew closer. Splashing water sounds began, and Manuel appeared in the corridor.

“Isu? There you are!”

Hayden grabbed Isu’s wrist and left the room.

“Let’s get out before the building collapses.”

A small party was held with the food Hayden had found. Declan in particular was very satisfied, scooping canned ham with a stick.

“Wow, it’s been so long since I’ve had instant food. If I’d known it was this delicious, I would have eaten it in secret.”

Manuel, holding a vacuum-packed popcorn corn, looked around the tent.

“Is there any way to make popcorn?”

Perhaps because of the light rain still falling, the scenery and scent were rich. Hayden emptied a can of smoked salmon and looked out at the lake.

Isu ate canned corn while watching Hayden carefully. They had returned to the shelter because people had come to the building, but she still wasn’t sure which would have been the right choice.

However, sharing a meal together wasn’t bad. It even felt like enjoying a leisurely picnic. If only it weren’t raining…

She speared corn with a stick, hoping the rain would stop soon and rescue teams would begin searching. Just then, she noticed something moving stealthily through the weeds.

The creature was long like a snake with pink markings. No, it was a snake. The triangular head flicking its tongue in and out was terribly chilling.

It lunged fluidly toward Manuel, who remained oblivious with his nose buried in a can of ham.

Isu reflexively jumped up and shouted:

“S-snake! There’s a snake!”

Everyone looked at Isu in confusion. The snake had already reached Manuel’s back and was expanding its neck.

The snake’s pink markings turned red as if by magic. Its wrinkled skin was horrifying, and its twisting body was too disgusting. But if she ran away now, Manuel might die from the snake’s bite.

The cold-hearted Hayden might say they’d save on food, but she didn’t want to see someone dying. Isu picked up a stick from the ground and stabbed it into the snake’s rising head.

She looked like a disciplined hunter, despite her trembling legs betraying her fear.

“Ugh, aah, aaah! I attacked a snake, a snake!”

“What, snake?”

Manuel turned around, panicked, and fell forward.

Isu couldn’t contain her disgust and jumped up and down. Yet she continued pressing the stick into the snake’s head, her lips trembling.

“Ugh, ah, aah! How, how is it not dying? Aaah!”

Declan began laughing heartily at the panicking, cowardly hunter.

Hayden, sitting on the opposite side, took the stick that Isu had been holding and struck the snake’s head once more.

The snake’s body, which had been flowing through the air like a stream of water, fell heavily to the ground. Isu jumped back like a rabbit and stared at the snake.

Manuel, who had been frozen, got up urgently. Hayden looked down at the dead snake with his mouth wide open.

Transparent liquid was forming at the tips of the snake’s sharp fangs. The Irish Declan belatedly opened his eyes wide and shuddered.

“Wow, that’s a venomous snake! I can’t remember the name, but if you had been bitten by that snake, you would have died after suffering the pain of your bl00d vessels dissolving.”

Isu, still unable to shake off the aftermath of taking a life, crouched down and clasped her hands. Then, mistaking weeds swaying in the wind for a snake, she jumped up and ran into the tent.

She was still on tiptoe. DeHart looked at her adorably and asked:

“Isu, something’s wrong with your feet.”

Isu shuddered and looked down at her feet.

“What, what, what?”

“Watch under your feet.”

“Why? What’s there?”

The football players seemed about to tease Isu. Watching this scene, Hayden wrapped his arms around Isu’s hips from behind and lifted her up.

“There’s nothing under your feet.”

Isu’s view suddenly matched his height of over 190cm. Declan, who had been watching, swallowed a bite of canned ham and looked at them curiously.

“What’s this, already getting friendly?”

Isu was busy examining the ground thoroughly, looking for any snakes. Hayden put her down and answered Declan:

“Just protecting my client.”

Isu’s feet were covered in mud from running through the weeds. Hayden examined her foot, which was only as large as his hand, then met her eyes.

“Are your feet okay?”

His previously low and rigid voice now carried concern. Her already racing heart began pounding for a different reason. To calm her body and mind, she thought it would be better to go wash her feet alone.

“Yes… thank you. I think I’ll go to the lake.”

It was all because of the video with Graham.

The lewd, sticky video had made such a shocking impression on her mind that she couldn’t help but overreact to casual physical contact.

Even though she tried to calm herself with rational explanations, her heart simply wouldn’t settle. The feeling of Hayden’s chest against her back kept coming to mind, making her heart burn intensely.

The calm lake came into her heated vision. Wildflowers bloomed around the lake. Fortunately, there were no snakes anywhere.

Though her clothes were getting wet again in the falling rain, she needed to wash off the mud that had dirtied her up to her ankles.

Isu carefully dipped her feet into the lake. The surface of the water, made bumpy by raindrops, rippled elegantly.

But the lake seemed deep, and she couldn’t see inside it. If there were fish living in the lake, they could solve their food problems…

She opened her eyes wide, trying to look into the lake. At that moment, a gentle voice sounded from behind her.

“Isu.”

Manuel walked slowly toward her and stopped a short distance away.

“I wanted to thank you for saving me.”