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(Warning: Mature Content - R-18)
A group of college students ventures on what was meant to be a straightforward museum trip, only for their plane to crash on a mysterious, uncharted island. Stranded and desperate, they signal for rescue, but their calls go unanswered. As days turn into weeks, they confront a harrowing truth: they are utterly alone.

But the island has its own dark agenda. An eerie, seductive energy permeates the air, penetrating their very beings, igniting a fire of lust and desire that none can resist. This isn't just survival; it's an awakening to the most primal, carnal urges. Their bodies yearn with a hunger that's both terrifying and thrilling, their minds clouded by a relentless, dark passion.

The island bestows upon them not just survival skills but supernatural powers—fire, ice, telekinesis, immense strength. Yet, these gifts come with a sinister price. The island feeds on their darkest desires, their deepest lusts, amplifying them to monstrous proportions. 

Friendships dissolve into something far more intense, far more physical. Bonds are tested, broken, and reforged in the fires of lust. The island whispers temptations, urging them towards acts of unspeakable pleasure and sin. Every touch, every glance, is laced with a potent mix of seduction and corruption. Inhibitions shatter as they grapple with the choice to succumb to the dark ecstasy or to fight for what remains of their humanity.

Here, the real battle isn't against nature but against the evil within, a battle for their souls amidst the throes of passion. 

Can they resist the seductive pull of this malevolent paradise, or will they be consumed by their own dark desires?

Odyssey Of Survival

It had been five days since Nate had been captured. Five days without food or water, but starvation was the least of his worries. Every single day, without fail, the robed man would visit him. Each visit brought hours of relentless torture—pushing Nate's body and mind to their absolute limits.

Every time the torture ended, a young girl would be brought in to heal him. Her small hands would tremble as she worked, her face pale with fear. Though she mended his surface wounds, Nate could still feel the internal damage festering inside him. His ribs ached with every shallow breath, and the constant agony felt like it was eating him alive.

He hung limply from the chains that bound his wrists above his head, his feet barely grazing the cold stone floor. His muscles screamed from the strain, but his exhaustion had dulled the pain to a distant throb.

Chapter 57 Bottomless Hole