Itty Bitty (bxb erotic shorts)

Castaway Part 1

*trigger warning

I didn't do it, but nobody seemed to listen. It was a study abroad trip, we each split up at the end to spend a week in the most remote areas of the country. Though I was fluent in their tongue, I knew they'd never understand. They just handcuffed me, and threw me into this rickety old plane.

If only I had picked a different house. But I was exhausted. My feet ached, and I could feel my short spiky hair sticking to my forehead. The family had allowed me to stay for the week, and I had worked with the boys to pay back their generosity. It was on the third night that things went wrong.

I was sleeping on my mat in the back room when he came in. The head of the house hold, a gruff and older man, well respected by his village. I sat up to ask him what was wrong, but that's when he came at me. He had pinned by hands above my head, and I was too shocked to scream when his lips hit mine. I kicked and squirmed as I felt him grind against me, but no one could hear. Or maybe they did. But they just wouldn't listen.

I didn't mean to kill him. But when the local police walked in and found me covered in blood, their respected leader dead on the floor, there was only one solution. They called it the sacrifice.

I begged for them to listen. Begged them to believe me. But their leader, gay? Noooo. Never. So here I was. All my belongings taken away, and my instructor wouldn't know I'm missing for at least another four days.
Travel the world they said. Make new friends. Find new interests. Find love.
Yeah right. I found a one way ticket to the bottom of the ocean.

My handcuffs were undone, and I look back at the man, confused. I couldn't hear him over the engine of the small plane. But I could hear myself scream. The door was pushed open. And I was now hurtling towards dark waters.

Damn foreign language credits.

Should I continue? I'm trying to get back into writing.