Jenn

Paul’s body falls onto mine, suddenly heavy. Before I can process, a man with a dirty shirt and an American accent speaks. “Well, lookie what we have here.”

The blindfold is still on my forehead, obstructing my full view of the room. “No!” I scream as someone I can’t fully see drags Paul from the bed and throws him to the ground.

“I thought you said there wouldn’t be no one else on this island?” the person dragging Paul says.

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