Heal and Hurt

Tied up all the way, Jolene's wrists were long scraped raw by the rope, staining it an ugly red-black with blood. The wounds on her wrists kept cycling between healing and hurting again. The man yanking her rope snapped, “Move it!” Jolene gritted her teeth and struggled to keep up. Half a month ago, she had boarded a plane to Nine States City. Regrettably, the plane suffered a sudden malfunction halfway through the journey. Amidst the panic of every passenger, the plane made an emergency landing on a deserted island. But before the plane went down, Jolene had chosen to parachute out. She knew well that though the chances of the landing being successful were high, there would be no signal on the remote island. It was unclear how long they would have to wait for rescue. Most importantly, she did not have time to wait. With their boss missing and an urgent task weighing on her, she could not afford to be trapped on a deserted island. Thus, Jolene made the choice to parachute. Luck was on