Abandoned on a Deserted Island, Loved by Its Master

Jacob shouted curses from behind. I didn't dare to look back and kept running forward. I ran faster and faster.

A swan-shaped yacht was approaching from the distant beach. It was Travis's yacht!

I had once mentioned liking swans and he had a yacht custom-made for me.

The pain in my knees grew more intense. Using the wooden stick for support, I hobbled forward.

Seeing the yacht getting closer, hope surged within me.

Bang!

Something struck the back of my head. My mind went blank and I fell to the ground.

When I looked up again, darkness enveloped my vision. I couldn't tell if this blindness was temporary or permanent. Panic set in. I tried to get up and run but stumbled after a few steps.

"Jacob, you're suck! You can't even handle watching over a woman," a sinister voice sounded behind me.

"You wretch, you almost succeeded," Jacob's sinister voice sounded behind me. He snatched the stick from my hand and hit me a few times with indignation.

“How dare you hit me, looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet,” he shouted.

I convulsed in pain and murmured, "Stop hitting me ... let me see Travis. I'm Quilla."

Jason mocked, "If you are Quilla, I'm the King. You are like a dog dreaming of a bone. You want to meet the island master, huh? You think just anyone can see him?"

If someone hadn't reminded him that the island master was arriving soon, I have no doubt he would've beaten me to death.

"Alright, Jacob, deal with this quickly. The island master is coming; don't sully his eyes."

Reluctantly, Jacob put down the stick but didn't give me any mercy. He grabbed my leg and dragged me away.

The gravel and sand on the ground rubbed against my face, leaving behind drops of blood. My face was cut and the burning pain from it made me tremble.

Amidst the agony, I heard someone shout, "Island master."

It's Travis! This is my last chance!

Gathering my strength, I dug my fingers into the ground and crawled forward bit by bit. Even if I could only buy a little time, as long as Travis saw me, I could escape this predicament!

"Travis … Tra ...."

Before I could finish, Jacob clamped his hand over my mouth. I used all my strength to hit him, but his hand was like iron. It did not budge.

"Is there something wrong?" Travis's voice rang out. The sound was so close.

Travis! I'm Quilla! Please … save me!

My tears rained down without stopping and my hands flapped everywhere. However, Jacob's hand still clamped over my mouth and he even tightened his hand.

No matter what I said, others could only hear muffled whimpers.

Nearby, Jacob's cautious voice sounded, "Island master, she is just a disobedient island slave, who prone to babbling nonsense."

Travis seemed intrigued, "Oh? What is she babbling about? Let her speak."

Jacob hesitated before slowly releasing my mouth.

I was so happy. I fumbled a few steps toward Travis. When I touched his clothes, I grabbed them tightly.

"Travis! It's me, Quilla!" I said.

However, there was only silence; the surroundings were eerily quiet.

A somewhat familiar female voice suddenly spoke. It was the sound of that crew member, "Ha, you're mistaking someone else for the island master, yet dare to claim yourself to be Miss Shepard."

As if scalded, I released the fabric, hurriedly saying, "I was hit on the back of my head; I'm blind now."

Then I asked, "Travis, don't you recognize me?"