"You wanted a divorce, right? You said I disgusted you and that I wasn't good in bed. Why should I have s*x with you?" I retorted with disgust.
Joey smiled slyly. "Because we're stranded on an island, and you're at my mercy. I could kill you whenever I want or even make you my slave, and you can only obey."
She stood up and came closer.
Despite her graceful movements, I was filled with rage, wishing I could kill her. But I was too weak from hunger to resist, the ropes around my wrists too tight to break.
"Think it over. If you serve me well tonight, I'll give you some food, so you don't starve," Joey said, licking her lips.
She had always been a woman of intense lust, and after being on the island for so long without s*x, she was desperate for a man to satisfy her.
"I'd rather starve
