Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

The figure stood at the edge of the yard, just beyond the reach of the streetlamp's glow.

Jude's heart pounded against his ribs.

In the original memory, he had never turned around . He had ignored the feeling, the whisper of unease that had coiled in his stomach. He had walked inside, locking the door behind him, and never questioned it.

This time, he wasn't going to look away.

He took a step forward.

The figure didn't move.

Jude swallowed hard. "Who are you?"

Silence.

The figure shifted, just slightly, as if tilting its head. The motion was unnatural, slow and deliberate, like something imitating a human but not quite getting it right .

Jude clenched his fists. "I know you've been following me. I know I've seen you before."

The figure took a step closer.

Jude's breath hitched. The street lamp flickered, casting the shadow into sharp relief. The figure was his height, childlike, but its features were blurred, indistinct, as if its face refused to settle into a recognizable form.

And then, it spoke.

Not in words.

In memories.

Jude's mind flooded with images, glimpses of himself in different cycles, standing in this same spot, in this same rain, never turning around.

Never breaking the pattern.

Jude staggered back, his head pounding. "No, stop,"

The memories pushed , urging him to turn away, to follow the same path he always had. To walk inside and let the cycle continue.

But he didn't.

He gritted his teeth and took another step forward. "No."

The figure trembled, its form flickering like static. Jude could feel its pull, the deep-rooted instinct screaming at him to obey, to retreat.

But this time, he refused .

He reached out.

The moment his fingers brushed the figure's arm, the world shattered .

Jude gasped as he came back to himself, the chair's restraints clicking open. His entire body trembled, his lungs dragging in air like he had been drowning.

The woman was staring at him, wide-eyed. The man had stepped back, his expression unreadable.

Jude sat up, his breath coming in sharp bursts. "Did it work?"

The woman hesitated. Then, she turned to the monitors.

Jude followed her gaze ,and his stomach dropped.

The screens were blank .

Not static. Not frozen images. Just… nothing.

The man let out a low breath. "You did it."

Jude swallowed hard. "What does that mean?"

The woman's voice was quiet. "The cycle is gone."

Jude's pulse hammered. He had done it. He had broken free.

But as he sat there, staring at the empty monitors, a new thought crept into his mind.

If the cycle was gone…

Then what came next ?

The woman met his eyes. "Are you ready to find out?"

Jude exhaled slowly. Then, he nodded.

And for the first time, in a very long time…

He stepped forward.

Jude took a slow, measured breath. The silence in the room felt too empty , as if reality itself was hesitating ,waiting for him to move. The woman and the man watched him, their faces unreadable.

Then the lights flickered.

Jude's body tensed. The air in the room felt wrong , heavier than before. The monitors were still blank, no data, no images ,nothing left of the cycle he had just broken. But if it was truly broken, then why did it feel like something was still watching him?

The woman was the first to speak. "You did it, Jude. The loop is gone. You're free."

But Jude wasn't sure. Something deep inside him whispered otherwise.

"What happens now?" he asked. His voice was hoarse, as if he had been screaming for hours.

The man exchanged a glance with the woman. "We don't know," he admitted. "No one's ever broken the cycle before."

Jude ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. He had spent his entire life inside the loop, repeating the same patterns, unaware of the invisible chains binding him. Now those chains were gone ,but what had replaced them?

The lights flickered again. This time, the air hummed with energy.

Jude's fingers curled into a fist. His instincts screamed at him ,this wasn't over.

A faint sound echoed through the room. A whisper. No, not a whisper , a memory .

It wasn't his voice, but he knew it.

You weren't supposed to break free.

Jude's blood ran cold. "Did you hear that?"

The woman's face paled. The man nodded stiffly. "Yes."

The whisper returned, stronger this time. The air trembled.

You don't belong here anymore.

And then ,

The room collapsed .

Jude barely had time to react before everything around him dissolved. The walls, the floor, the ceiling ,all shattered into fragments of light. The woman and the man vanished. The machines, the monitors, the entire facility ,it was gone .

Jude fell.

There was no wind, no gravity, just the sensation of movement. He tumbled through darkness, through a void so deep it swallowed sound. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, but even that felt distant, muffled.

Then ,

A sudden pull .

It was different from before ,not the cycle's force trying to reset him, but something else. Something new .

The darkness split apart.

Jude slammed into solid ground.

His body ached, but he was alive. He groaned, pushing himself onto his hands and knees. The surface beneath him felt smooth and cold, like polished stone.

Slowly, he looked up.

And his breath caught in his throat.

He was standing in a place that defied logic. A vast, endless landscape stretched before him, shimmering like liquid glass. The sky above was fractured ,pieces of blue, black, and white stitched together like a broken mosaic.

Floating structures hovered in the distance, twisting and shifting as if they were alive . Some resembled buildings, while others looked like impossible geometric shapes, constantly reforming.

Jude's pulse quickened.

He had seen strange things inside the cycle ,moments that repeated incorrectly, faces that blurred, time that skipped. But this ,this was something else entirely .

He wasn't in the real world.

But he wasn't in the cycle either.

He had stepped into something new .