Phoebe nodded a thanks. The island seemed like the safest place to interact with Silver. He couldn’t swim off of it, meaning that she didn’t need Julia or Yuli to actually watch. It would be private. At the same time, it wasn’t so private that her friends wouldn’t notice if she screamed for help or used a flare to get their attention.

She remained still, even after the boat was out of sight. This wasn't the right thing to do but she had to admit to herself that it was what she wanted. Some good had to come of it. Tossing the fishing pole down onto the grass, Phoebe shrugged off her backpack and dropped it as well. Then she peeled off her shirt and unhooked her bra.

Next came her shorts and underwear; she was careful to not smear both with wet sand when she pulled her shoes though them. Everything landed on top of her backpack. Once she was naked, Phoebe cursed to herself because she still had to retrieve the knife. She dug back through her clothes and unzipped the bag, rummaging until she found what she was looking for.

Stabbing herself was easier than it had been the first time. Maybe Julia’s pocket knife was sharper than the kitchen knife. Regardless, the sensation still shocked her. She cursed and hunched over, causing to blood to spatter onto her shoes.

Soon, the feeling of the blade just below her sternum was overwhelmed by the feeling of shifting weight. Phoebe's center of gravity rolled, flexed. Silver emerged from nothing and pushed up against her lungs with so much force that she was unable to breathe until he moved somewhere else inside her.

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04.30.2025
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Hi readers, I'm all moved into my new apartment which went well, and I didn't even have to skip any updates!