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    “What are you doing?” Shane asked, glaring at him.

    “Was going to have some.” Ilya said, feeling confused as to why Shane even needed to ask.

    “Of the food I got? No. If you want to eat you get it yourself.” Shane said. Ilya stared at him, wondering if this was some kind of joke but based on the way Shane glared at him it clearly wasn’t. Ilya huffed and sat down again where he had been sleeping.

    Four days passed and no one came for Ilya. No boat, or plane or anything indicating he was going to be rescued. Shane also had not let Ilya eat. He’d tried again but he was always met with the same, “If you want it get it yourself.” He’d learnt that the meat was chicken and tonight there was one still clucking in a wooden cage that had clearly been hand crafted.

    “Please. I am hungry.” Ilya tried Shane just kept eating his own meat. His stomach roared at him and he felt it clench.

    “Then go and find food. You’re not eating mine.” he said, his voice harsh as he sucked more chicken off the bone.

    Or Ilya Rozanov was partying on a yacht in the Mediterranean Sea when a storm tossed him onto an island with a mysterious man who happened to have beautiful freckles.

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