Does It Hurt?

Who am I? I have long forgotten the answer to that question. Ever since I ran away from that house, so desperately trying to escape, I have walked in nothing but what I was wearing and my socks. After that day, I have always walked only in stolen shoes. Maybe I am a girl who seeks meaning in life in faceless men? They were all so easily forgotten. Until he appeared. He led me under a waterfall and made me forget my name, and instead I took his. Enzo Vitale. A mysterious man who will always love only the depths of the sea. Or, more precisely, the predators that inhabit them. It turns out that he is not so different from the monsters he feeds. He lured me onto his boat like a fish into the ocean, seeking revenge for my crime. If I had realized his intentions and that a strong storm would leave us shipwrecked, I would have run away. Now I am a girl seeking refuge in a dilapidated lighthouse with a man who hates me almost as much as he wants me. He wants to hurt me, but the old caretaker of the deserted island may have much more sinister intentions. It is no longer a question of who I am, but rather, will I survive?