Abandoned on a Deserted Island, Loved by Its Master

I could hear the sound of footsteps came toward me and stopped in front of me. Then I could fell someone scrutinizing me closely.

Even without a mirror, I knew I must be horrible. After all, some of my hair had been pulled out, my face smeared with blood, one leg was cripple and one hand was broken. 

In just a few second, the footsteps sounded again, but this time the sound was getting further away. Hearing thing, panic surged within me. 

Even if my face was unrecognizable, my voice hadn't changed, though it was now hoarse from a lack of water for a long time. I was sure he would recognize me, how wouldn't he?

Suddenly, someone seized my hands and feet. Then I heard Jacob's sinister voice in my ear, "Bitch, just give up already."

"No!" I yelled.

I can't let them drag me away like this!

While suppressing my chocking sobs, I began to sing a song. The same song that Travis claimed was the reason he was in love with me and could not free himself from me from that moment on. I was sure he would recognize this song.

The hand that dragged me stopped and a source of heat slowly came closer. It was Travis.

In hesitation, he asked, "Quilla?"

Hope sparked within me, but the next second, I was plunged into despair when a notification sounded, "Your channel of interest is being live."

Travis froze, took out his mobile phone and clicked the message. As soon as he pushed it, my singing voice sounded.

"Your voice does sound similar with her," he said. Then he added, "However, my Quilla's has just starting her live broadcast. How can you be her?" 

No! How could this be? Why the timing is so perfect? Why now, when Travis was about to recognize me?

A chill swept over me, followed by overwhelming despair. What else can I do now?

The female voice rang out again, "I'm almost getting Travis by this bitch. To think she'd stop at nothing to cling to the island master. Doesn't she know the island master despises anyone imitating Miss Shepard?"

With a cold voice, Travis delivered his judgment, "Destroy her voice."

After he said that, he turned around and left.

Jacob quickly fetched a pot of hot water. I clenched my mouth shut while shaking my head.  

My action irritated Jacob. He slapped me hard several times. The slaps were so hard that they even knocked the earring from my left ear to the ground.

Seizing the moment, I cried out in pain, scalding water was poured down my throat. As a result, I could no longer make a sound.

As they dragged me away, Jacob stomped on the earring and crushed it. At the same time, a sharp alert sounded, "The locator is damaged!"