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(S9, E6) WHISPERS OF DARK NIGHTMARES&NOT ALONE ANYMORE

[WARNING: THIS EPISODE INCLUDES SCENES THAT MIGHT BE UNSETTLING FOR CERTAIN READERS, SUCH AS THEMES RELATED TO CLAUSTROPHOBIA, PANIC ATTACK AND NERVOUS BREAKDOWN]

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🏝️ Jake's POV (The next day on the island, the cave)

Feeling like I had just woken up, I felt as if I had been sleeping for at least a week, or maybe even a month...

I feel so rested, so peaceful...

So fucking good...

Despite being literally stuck on this island and kidnapped, I feel much better than during any of my single days in LA. Actually, almost every day when I wake up here, I feel better than at any time in my life...

So far, I've been waking up early, even when it's still dark. Here, as I wake up, I can always feel the warm air, which signals a late-morning hour. And even though I don't have a comfortable bed here, nothing hurts me, and it seems that I sleep much better on the ground than on the most expensive beds...

And I fucking love it...

No drugs, no parties, no random adventures with women, no successes with my company...

Nothing can compare to that heavenly feeling I experience every time I wake up here...

After a whole night by her side...

Believe me, you really don't want to know the thoughts that were running through my mind yesterday evening. I was swinging between almost passing out and feeling like I was ascending to heaven each time I experienced her touch and closeness...

Never, and I mean never, have I ever felt anything like that with anyone in my life. Throughout my entire miserable existence, I've engaged in quick, one-time adventures with various women, mostly out of boredom or to pass the time. I felt absolutely nothing, just a bit of fun and the satisfaction of shattering their hopes after our encounter. I was always numbing myself with alcohol or drugs to fill that emptiness inside of me, but there was always something missing...

Something too small...

For my entire life, I haven't experienced even the slightest hint of emotion...

Until fucking yesterday...

She didn't even have to touch me like all the other women I've met throughout my life. Her eyes, her playful gestures, her antics, were more than enough for me to feel higher than I ever did on any, even the strongest drugs. And when she finally approached me, and her touch met my skin? I lost all control, consumed by the need to feel more of her. I couldn't suppress the inner plea of my body to have her, to touch her, to feel her...

Holding her in my arms was like the greatest ecstasy I had never imagined. While I was convinced I was washed of any emotions, and that it was impossible for me to feel anything, yesterday I discovered that I'm capable of igniting such fire and emotions I wasn't even aware of...

Never in my life had I allowed any woman I had been intimate with to offer me any kind of closeness. But yesterday? It was me who literally couldn't bear to let her go from my arms. Hugging her, even without any sexual context, felt like having my entire world in my embrace...

Having the most influential company in all of America never gave me a feeling of power like this, but having Elena in my arms felt like being the owner of the entire planet...

And I loved it...

I loved it all...

Elena fucking Gomez...