Page 71 of The Darkest Hour

“What?”

“We have the remains of the boat, the raft we arrived on, and plenty of driftwood. If we construct something sturdy enough, we could sail to another island or even the mainland.”

“I don’t want to go back in that ocean! And you’re crazy if you would want to.” Havoc shook his head.

“We have to go out—”

“You think you can navigate those waters on a makeshift raft? The currents out there will tear it apart, and we’ll be lucky if we don’t drown or get eaten by sharks. You don’t remember the sharks? Because I remember them.”

“We could signal for help. We could gather branches and. . .leaves to make a large SOS sign on the beach. We could use fire, smoke signals—anything to attract attention from passing ships or planes.”

“And who do you think will see that signal?” Havoc’s tone held an edge. “The people who roam these waters and skies aren’t looking to help. They’re drug pirates, traffickers, pedophiles, sadists, demented criminals. Do you really want their attention?”

“Together, we could kill anybody.”

“If we had real food and weapons maybe, but not living off fucking coconut water. Right now we are weak and. . .helpless.”

I scowled. “What about exploring the island more? There might be resources we haven’t found yet. Maybe there’s an old radio tower, a hidden stash of supplies, something that could help us communicate with the outside world.”

Havoc leaned closer, and his gaze locked onto mine. “And what if we find nothing? Or worse, what if we find people who don’t want us to leave? This isn’t some paradise with secret treasures. It’s a graveyard for the desperate.”

“We have to try!”

“Be realistic.”

“And realistic to you is just. . .fucking our life away on this island?”

“Yes. Eating and fucking.” He bobbed his head like a crazy man. “That is my plan to not go further insane. This is how we survive.”

“That’s not enough for me. Tomorrow morning, I am going to explore the island and see—”

“You will be lying next to me tomorrow morning. Naked and waiting for more of my cock.” And then he reached behind his back and held the rope I had in my bag.

He must have tucked it in his pants before showing up.

But, now it was at his side as if. . .he fucking intended to use it.

What the hell did he bring that rope out for? Is he trying to die right now?

Yet. . .deep within my heart, I knew his devious plan. He really thought he was going tie me up and then fuck me.

I got into a fighting stance.

I'll kill you first.

Like a Wolf

Onyx

Terror surged through me. “What the fuck do you think you’re going to do with that rope?”

Havoc kept a calm expression. “I think the rope will be helpful for you in the beginning—”

“Excuse me—”

“It will anchor you to our new situation, and then once I know I can fully trust you to not kill me, and you submit to pleasure—”

“Submit!” I backed up. “You know who the fuck I am, Havoc? I don’t know anything about submitting.”