Living on the Island of Vaas (A Farcry Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Mermaid

Run, Forrest, Run!

Chapter 8: Mermaid

Another two days of complete ignorance from Vaas. Since the attack, and that sentence spoken by him that Myra could still not process, Vaas has kept Myra on a short leash. Well, technically speaking, he just moved her to the cage behind his shanty. The cage was smaller, obviously made for one person, so Myra had to adapt to her new surroundings. Especially when Vaas came out in the morning, totally ignoring her, and took his morning piss. Myra looked away, every time, when he took his member out. She didn't want to see it, so she shied her eyes away and pretended like the rocks were very interesting. She saw the men work on Vaas' shanty expansion and smiled when they hammered their thumb and screamed out in pain. Although, she didn't laugh, because Vaas wasn't around all the time and his men had very unsubtle thoughts. 

The first day, Myra stood to watching the jungle. She ate her bowl of rice and drank the water a man brought her. She watched the jungle, wondering if somewhere there was some sort of water source she could go to... after her escape because these men weren't fond on giving her baths of any sort. She only had the rain, which fell quite often these past days. 

The second day, Myra lost interest, keeping her eyes on the soil she was drawing in. With her fingers, she dug circles in the dirt, connecting them and then snaking lines around them. When she looked back, they looked like Easter eggs. Rolling her eyes, she would then slumped on her back, huffing, almost on the verge of throwing a fit for how bored she was.

Third day, though, Vaas came out for his morning piss. Myra saw him stomp out, shirtless and trousers hanging loosely at his hips. She was ready to look away when he chuckled. Oh, so he was talking to her now? She looked back and saw him standing with his arms crossed over his chest. The muscles in his arms stood out, veins snaking around them, and she could see the perfect cuts of his abs, not to mention the upper half of his body. She didn't want to linger her eyes on him too much, but his shoulders were too perfectly squared, with his collarbone sticking out just enough. Sculptured like a God.

She gulped down on her saliva, turning her head when he shoved his hand down his pants. She waited while she heard him pee, which was surprisingly long. All the time, he chuckled. She didn't understand him one bit. After a while, he spoke, still peeing. "Like what you see, bella?" he asked, humor ringing in his voice. Yes! she was about to say, but decided against it. 

"If I say no, will you get angry?" she dared. She didn't turn to look at him, but she felt him approaching. He chuckled again as she heard him zip his pants back up. He appeared in the corner of her eye, crouched down beside the entrance to her cage. 

"No," he answered. "Because I know you do." To that she turned her head. His face was serious, all signs of humor gone. She stared back at his crazy green irises and shook your head. 

"You can read minds now?" she dared again, cocking her head sideways. He sarcastically grinned. 

"No," he answered, putting his hand in the dirt. She tried not to watch his muscles contract when he moved his hand in the soil, but oh boy was it hard. "But I know the look in your eyes when you see something that fucking pleases you," he said, looking down at his digits carefully wringing the earth. She bit her lip, but stopped when he looked back up. "And when I came out this morning, I made sure to take my shirt off just to fucking please you, so you better tell me it did, hermana." Self-conscious?

"It did," Myra admitted, pulling her knees up to her chest. He chuckled and put his hand back on his knee, fingernail black with dirt.

"You see," he said, looking to the side and chuckling some more, "I knew you were lying." And to that he got up and walked back to his shanty. She hated how unpredictably he came and went, it made her dizzy. She stared after him and sighed.