I dig into the sand out of spite, sweat running down my forehead, getting in my eyes.
Eva took her T-shirt off, made a turban out of it, and now she's sitting cross-legged, patiently waiting for me to finish building her shade.
I'm trying to do this properly, but it's kind of hard to build anything when all you've got are bendy stalks and vines. After half an hour of slave labor, I manage to cobble together something that kinda passes for shade.
Eva wrinkles her nose a little, but she sits under it anyway.
Since I worked like a madman, I've earned a breather, so I lie down and catch my breath.
"What are you doing, slave?" she asks, opening one eye.
"Well, as you can see, I'm done."
"Good!" Eva says, closing her eye again. "Since you've got nothing to do now, start massaging my soles. Left one first. It's a little numb from sitting cross-legged."
I silently wish her good health and a long life, but I know damn well I'm not the King of the Island anymore--I'm the slave on duty. A promise is a promise.
Reluctantly, I start massaging her feet. She's got these small, doll-like feet. If I pulled on them a little harder... but I don't want to think about that.
I spent two hours this morning building the fourth fish trap. Eva figures that after seven days of slavery, I'll be making one trap every morning, all by myself. So I've only got six traps left.
"Do I have to call you 'mistress'?" I asked her last night, mocking her.
She thought about it seriously for a few seconds, then waved her hand and answered:
"Nah, don't be so formal! You can just call me Eva."
That attitude of hers left me speechless.
I'm massaging her other foot now. I notice I'm starting to like it. The skin is soft, the toes are small and pretty. The nails are carefully trimmed and rounded. And not a trace of polish on them. Now that's a pretty decent foot, Tiberiu. How cute!
I get a full-blown hard-on and it happens so fast it catches me off guard. I can feel my cheeks burning.
What a mess! I've got nothing on but my briefs. I try to sit in a way she won't notice the reaction she triggered in me. My hands start shaking.
What's wrong with you, Tiberiu? Are you an idiot? Do you have some kind of fetish for women's feet?
It's the first time something like this has happened to me. I take a deep breath and try to calm down. Honestly, what's happening is absolutely normal. Even if she were the ugliest woman in the world, I still think we'd have ended up here sooner or later. It's got nothing to do with her feet and I'm not some obsessed weirdo. Oh, no! It's just Mother Nature messing with me.
Eva looks at me through her lashes. Did she notice too? If she doesn't say anything at all, she probably didn't.
I keep massaging the sole of her right foot and close my eyes to push her image away. The moment I stop seeing anything, my fingers get even more sensitive. It's like I can see with my fingertips.
Hmm, it's clear: I need to get out of here. Now. My hard-on is about to rip my briefs apart.
"Yeah, thanks!" she says in a bored voice. "Enough."
She stretches her legs in the air like a cat, then looks at me like she's seeing me for the first time.
"Still here? You can go. I'll call you if I need you again."
I'm a bundle of nerves. I'm about to explode.
"Fine," I growl. "Wonderful. Perfect! You sure you don't want me to fan you with a palm leaf too?"
Eva turns, surprised, and aims two breasts at me like two apples. I can't stand looking that way.
She takes her pants off with lazy, indifferent gestures.
"Go wash these. After they dry, I want to see them clean. Spotless."
I walk off, sheepish, but relieved I got out of it with some dignity. After a hundred steps, I turn my head and see Eva dozing peacefully in the shade. The sight of her almost naked body stabs me painfully between the legs.
I don't deserve this. No, I don't deserve this! It's not fair. You don't do that to a man, what the fuck!
Without realizing what I'm doing, I wipe the sweat off my face with Eva's pants--then I realize what I did and fling them out of my hand like they're on fire. It's clear, I'm losing it. I'm surprised I didn't sniff them too.
I head toward the little patch of woods, and I know exactly what I'm going to do, and the thought doesn't bother me one bit.
I glance back like a thief. After I make sure I can't be seen from the beach, I pull my briefs down a little and start jerking off frantically.
I feel a dull ache in my testicles. That girl made a fool out of me. I've got no other way to solve this problem. No.
I don't feel like I'm doing something wrong, because I'm not thinking about Eva's body at all. The flesh of her body is no different from the flesh of millions of other women. I'm not having sex here. I'm just trying to get rid of this cursed tension and become human again. It's not sex, it's not pleasure. It's a strictly... medical act. Yeah. A kind of treatment, a...
I'm so focused on what I'm doing that I don't notice anything around me.
"What you're doing here is disgusting!" Eva's voice comes from behind me.
I turn and see her a few steps behind me, leaning against a tree.
"What... what the hell are you doing here?" I stammer, wide-eyed.
"Nothing," she says, shaking her head in disgust. "I was walking. Please put it back in your briefs--you're making me sick. Men are so disgusting..."
I feel myself getting furious. I'm boiling. I can feel the blood rush to my face. Even though I'm choking on rage, I try to speak as calmly as I can.
"Uhh... listen..."
"What?"
"I get that we're on an island, but... come on!"
"How disgusting!" Eva repeats, shaking her head again. "Completely disgusting. Do you seriously not realize?"
"Spare me!" I hiss. "Is there some rule in this world that forbids a man from having a romantic moment with his right hand?"
"There isn't, but--even so--it's still horrible!" she says, making a face. "I thought you were sick, that's why I came after you. You looked kind of pale when you left the beach."
"And you thought I needed a helping hand?"
"Not that kind of... helping hand," Eva says, snorting with laughter. "Well... what can I say? Do what you want. I'm out. Good luck with your work."
I want the ground to split open under me and swallow me.
"I'd heard teenagers do it, but I didn't know grown men do it too!" she says, walking away. "No, I didn't know. But now that I do, I wish I didn't."
"You should've stayed on your little piece of beach, Miss Virtue!"
"Yeah, I should've," she says, walking away. "I really should've. God, how disgusting! I hope I don't have nightmares tonight."
I sit down because I feel like running after her and killing her. I clamp my hands over my ears so I won't hear her anymore.
"Heavens, I'm trapped on this island with a pervert!" her voice fades as she walks away. "It's terrifying! It's horrible..."
I can still hear her whining for a few seconds, then silence falls. I'm alone again. Well, that's that.
Congratulations, Tiberiu! I'm proud of you.
Good job, boy!