Betty's mocking voice came from outside the cabin. "Mr. Fraser, are you all muscle and no brains? Resources on this island are limited, and you look like you'd eat more than your fair share. There's no way we're letting you steal our food."
I gritted my teeth, gripping my pistol tightly. "Fine. Then come in and kill me."
Betty chuckled, her tone dripping with cunning. "Oh, my dear Mr. Fraser, why the rush? When you're too weak from hunger to stand, a single piece of grilled fish will have you begging us for mercy. But for now, we have dinner to prepare. Enjoy your solitude."
With that, the two malicious women walked away, leaving the cabin silent.
Frustration boiled inside me as I kicked the wooden walls a few times.
But they didn't budge. The cabin was solid, its reinforced walls hol
