Prologue

At first, Sylvia’s volunteer work on Aprico Island seemed peaceful and tranquil, but little did she know that drama and turmoil were just around the corner. Despite her initial hesitation about starting her first humanitarian aid assignment on a remote island off the coast of Africa, as she had hoped for a country in Europe that would be more familiar to her upbringing in Australia, she found comfort in meeting the friendly locals upon her arrival.

She understood the allure she exuded. A stunning woman, possessing a voluptuous physique with triple-D size breasts and curvaceous hips, she couldn’t help but notice the appreciative glances she received. Despite her innate shyness and modesty, she made efforts not to draw attention to herself, yet stood out unmistakably amidst the predominantly dark-skinned local African populace with her alabaster complexion.

Amidst the impoverished yet hospitable community on the island, Sylvia discovered the charm embedded in their simple way of life. The connection she formed with the local folks, with their deep ebony complexion and distinctive English accents unmistakably marking their indigenous heritage, was a testament to the cultural exchange she had sought out. Being the sole representative of their volunteer group within this community, Sylvia found herself in a world of unfamiliarity mixed with unease.

Embracing the unique daily rhythms of Aprico Island, Sylvia immersed herself in its vibrant colors, sounds, and scents. Her team of a dozen volunteers hailed from diverse backgrounds and countries, but they worked as a seamless unit, moving in groups of three to bring aid and supplies to the island’s residents. As they went door-to-door, delivering food and medicine with smiles on their faces, they were greeted warmly by every household. It was a joy to be able to make a difference in their lives. Perhaps it was because Sylvia was new, or perhaps it was because she was one of the few young women among a group of older volunteers, but she felt special and cherished by the locals.

Everywhere she went, she was complimented on her Australian accent and told how attractive she looked. Little did she know that soon, the tides would turn drastically, and her experiences on this island would take a sharp and unexpected turn.

One morning, Sylvia woke up and made her way to the main building of the volunteer organization. To her surprise, it was locked and empty. Panic set in as she realized that everyone had left without her. It felt like she was trapped in a parallel universe. When she asked around, she learned that the organization had hastily left the day before due to the new government’s anti-foreigner campaign. The organization had assured the volunteers that negotiations were being made to keep them safe, but those talks fell through, and the organization officials and the volunteers all left on the last available flights out of the island. Unfortunately, they had forgotten about Sylvia, their latest volunteer. Chaos ensued as volunteers were told to get to the location where the chartered propeller plane was waiting, on their own.