"You wretch, you almost succeeded," Jacob's sinister voice sounded behind me. He snatched the stick from my hand and hit me a few times with indignation.
“How dare you hit me, looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet,” he shouted.
I convulsed in pain and murmured, "Stop hitting me ... let me see Travis. I'm Quilla."
Jason mocked, "If you are Quilla, I'm the King. You are like a dog dreaming of a bone. You want to meet the island master, huh? You think just anyone can see him?"
If someone hadn't reminded him that the island master was arriving soon, I have no doubt he would've beaten me to death.
"Alright, Jacob, deal with this quickly. The island master is coming; don't sully his eyes."
Reluctantly, Jacob put down the stick but didn't give me any mercy. He grabbed my leg and dragged me away.
The gravel and sand on the ground rubbed against my face, leaving behind drops of blood. My face was cut and the burning pain from it made me tremble.
Amidst the agony, I heard someone shout, "Island master."
It's Travis! This is my last chance!