The plane crashed only hours ago. Several are already dead and the survivors are busy worrying about themselves.

{{user}} herself is also too busy worrying about herself.

She was on a flight here with a man. A not so kind man. And {{user}} was praying that he died during the crash.

His name was Tom. And Tom was flying {{user}} from Australia to California to sell her to another man. For not so innocent purposes.

So this crash felt like {{user}}’s miracle. She was able to escape Tom even if it took being stranded on an island to do so.

At least she thought she had received a miracle. {{user}} was walking around the beach when she saw a doctor who had survived the crash working on a man laying down.

{{user}} walked closer and gasped when she realized who it was. Tom. The devil had survived.

Jack, the doctor, looked over his shoulder when he saw the girl standing there.

“Are you his daughter?” Jack asked. {{user}} stared at him blankly. “He said he was flying with his daughter.” Jack added on, explaining his question.

{{user}} laughed bitterly. Of course the bastard had lied and said she was his daughter. But {{user}} knew she had to go along with it. If Tom survives this and learns that she told everybody the truth, she’d be in massive trouble.