Deep in somewhere in the mysterious Skull Island....twilight nights later...
Nena had made out with her cyclop lover for the past several nights but somehow she sense something is off tonight. As she lays on her back feels the bright moon rays and see the deep starry milky way...her brown eyes roam the moonlit darkness.
"Whose there?" She half whispers. Nena had many nights to escape the cyclops he must've know it. For she sense figures in the shadows. The strange cloaked human like cyclops appeared and put her cyloptic lover under a deeper sleep.
Suddenly much larger fingers grab Nena and she feels her wrists retied behind her slingbikini back. She's caught by surprise them and thier cloaks had ancient symbols she couldn't decipher. A more regal looking cloaked Cyclops takes control of Nena and they march her town another stone trail back toward the strange forboding jungle.
"Nothing on Skull Island doesn't appear as it seems," she murmurs. "I feel like I'm on another world."
"Shutup Nena of Earth Realm." She hears the cyclops bellow and Nena obeys for they didn't give her choice. Her captors march her toward the river for the path takes them. How these cyclops found about her she figutes she and her Cyclops lover were spied upon. Now she feels Skull Island chose her for reasons unknown and she suspects the island may have brought down her private jet intentionally and she has no way back to reality.
She's a lost and capture sexy castaway of an Island no one knows that doesn't exist and hasn't been discovered.
Nena follows the mysterious cyclops toward some long boats. She assumes a high priest cyclops wants her for his long boat is regal looking. Nena is escorted toward the bow and she drops her knees and welcomes the wind in beautiful hair and shuts her eyes. She trys to not think what lays ahead; all she know she's deeper in the island and more lost than ever. The moonlight brings out her perfect curves of her buxem hardbod.
She feels the high priest grins as she feels his eyes upon her. She feels the boats go down river. Her lover has no idea she's gone or he may have her up.
"Where are we going?"
Again she doesn't get an answer. She feels the long boats go downriver toward someplace unknown. The night eerie sounds of Skull Island jungle sound haunting to say the least. But the reptile creatures were the least of her worries.
They know who she is and she's wary of that knowledge for now.
