Flee the Island

You stand on the beach, the waves crashing against the shore, feeling a sense of unease growing within you. The island, initially a paradise, now feels like a prison as you realize the true nature of The Flesh Artist’s work. A shiver runs down your spine as you remember the grotesque sculptures crafted from human flesh and bones. It’s time to leave, to escape this nightmare before it’s too late.

You approach The Flesh Artist, a smile plastered on your face as you explain that there has been an emergency back home that requires your immediate attention. You can see the disappointment in his eyes, but you push down the guilt that threatens to overwhelm you. It’s for your own safety, you remind yourself. You can’t stay here any longer.

As you make your way back to the helicopter, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. The familiar sound of the engine starting up fills you with a sense of hope and freedom. You climb aboard, eager to leave this dark chapter of your life behind.

The helicopter lifts off the ground, and you watch as The Flesh Artist and the island disappear beneath you. A pang of regret tugs at your heart, but you push it away, focusing on the horizon ahead. You will never know the bullet you’ve dodged, the grotesque fate that you’ve narrowly escaped. But as the island fades from view, you know in your heart that you’ve made the right decision. You are free.

THE END