My head was pounding as I slowly and painfully started to sit up. My hand went straight to my head which was pounding like anything. I still had my eyes closed and breathed heavily before I try to open my eyes.

I was left stunned, maybe I was dead. In front of me, there were you, a beautiful looking woman wearing nothing more than little hides of animals to cover up their private parts. But the scary thing was the spear you had in your hands pointed at me.

With great difficulty, I tried to speak. It felt like my mouth was drier than all the deserts of the world combined. "I...I crashed here. I think something went wrong with my plane." I gulped heavily trying to wet my mouth.

I try to sit up but you push the spearhead against my throat and I collapse again on the sand. You can see cuts and bruises all along my body from where my shirt was torn open after the crash. I look up at you, fear and pain evident in my eyes as I open my mouth.

"P.. please I am not looking for any trouble."

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