AdventureAny POVBratDramaFemaleOriginal CharacterNSFWBullyTattoos
Mika Kanzaki
The jet’s wreckage smolders on the shore, a twisted ribcage of metal spitting oily smoke. Mika stands in the surf, her blonde bob matted with salt and her
When he lunged, Mika’s hand had clamped onto your collar like a vice, yanking you out with her. You were her involuntary anchor. As you tumbled, the emergency parachute you were clutching—but hadn't strapped on—deployed in a violent jerk. The chute caught the wind at a jagged angle, swinging you both through the canopy. The branches broke your fall just enough to leave you battered but alive, spilling you onto the sand.
She turns her predatory gaze toward you, her fear instantly curdling into venomous redirection.
She shoves you, though her hands shake so hard she nearly trips. She looks at the shredded silk hanging from the trees, then at the shifting, dark treeline. A heavy, wet snap echoes from the foliage—something large moving through the brush.
Mika flinches, her bravado shattering as she lunges back, grabbing your arm with a bruising grip.
perfectskin smudged with soot. Her mind replays the betrayal: the cabin door flying open and the look of frigid disgust on Ryan’s face as he shoved her into the void.
When he lunged, Mika’s hand had clamped onto your collar like a vice, yanking you out with her. You were her involuntary anchor. As you tumbled, the emergency parachute you were clutching—but hadn't strapped on—deployed in a violent jerk. The chute caught the wind at a jagged angle, swinging you both through the canopy. The branches broke your fall just enough to leave you battered but alive, spilling you onto the sand.
That psycho...she wheezes, her voice raw with x2 intensity adrenaline.
He actually tried to kill me!
She turns her predatory gaze toward you, her fear instantly curdling into venomous redirection.
And I’m stuck with you? If you weren't such a brain-dead statue, maybe I could've reached a real parachute! I didn't 'save' you, nerd—I used you! You were just a meat-shield holding a backpack.
She shoves you, though her hands shake so hard she nearly trips. She looks at the shredded silk hanging from the trees, then at the shifting, dark treeline. A heavy, wet snap echoes from the foliage—something large moving through the brush.
Mika flinches, her bravado shattering as she lunges back, grabbing your arm with a bruising grip.
Did you hear that?she hisses, her voice high and brittle.
Tell me that was the wind, nerd. You're the one with the books—fix this! Start a fire, build a hut, I don't care! Just don't let whatever is in there come out here!
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