Gavin's Rock (Chapter 1) - Silla in The Island of Men

 

Silla's wedding was perhaps the most memorable event of her life so far. She had everything she had ever wanted in the form of her husband, Alif Rakaprabawa. Now bearing his name, Silla Kinanti-Rakaprabawa, she felt both proud and slightly uneasy about relinquishing her own surname. But Alif’s family had insisted, and she had complied, as she often found herself doing.

Silla, a 27-year-old Asian woman, held the modern values of a working woman dear to her heart. She had a promising career in theater, playing the lead in a play titled 'Down Under,' about a group of vigilantes. Packing her theater suits and her treasured mask and leather costume from the play, she felt a pang of nostalgia. She was proud of the character she had portrayed, and the thought of giving it up for Alif filled her with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

As she packed, she heard the familiar, confident steps of her husband entering the room. Alif looked imposing in his dark blue polo shirt and jeans, his presence commanding attention. Silla smiled as he hugged her from behind, a gesture that was both comforting and slightly possessive.

“You packed your outfit?” Alif's voice was deep, a mix of curiosity and disinterest.

Silla nodded, turning to face him. “Yeah. I think I can be a playwright there. I’m done acting, but I’ve found a new passion in writing. Maybe I can gather some women and create something special. I even designed some costumes I wanted to show you.”

Before she could reveal her sketches, Alif closed the suitcase with a firm hand. “Yeah, yeah. I don’t really care about that. Listen, Babe... Gavin’s Rock, The Island of Men isn’t like here. That place belongs to real men like me. It has the largest reserve of gold in Europe, and I’m smart and strong enough to be one of the gold miners there. But you... I don’t think their culture appreciates a woman being an author or anything like that. It’s a paradise where they’ll pay me so much that you won’t need to work. You can just stay at home, be my wife, and the mother of our sons.”

Silla's smile faded slightly. “And daughters...” she added softly.

Alif smirked a hint of condescension in his eyes. “Sons. I want sons.”

“But...” Silla began, only to be cut off by Alif’s sharp "Shh."

“The Island of Men will show you a side of life you’ve never considered. Imagine doing nothing and still having all the money you need to live. You just need to obey me, clean the house, and cook for me.”

“Domestic work is still work, Alif. We should share those responsibilities. And I think I can still be a writer while being your wife.”

Alif’s expression hardened. “You still don’t understand,” he said, pushing her gently but firmly to sit on the bed. He stood over her, legs spread in a stance that was both dominant and intimidating. “This is a place where men rule. Women don’t write or work there. They just enjoy life. You’ll enjoy it there. Now leave your dreams here and let’s embark on our new journey. You’re my wife now. Nothing more. Remember that.” His smirk was cold, and it sent a shiver down Silla’s spine.

“Okay...” she whispered, trying to reconcile her dreams with the reality Alif was imposing on her. It was hard. She was a girl with big dreams, now thrown away for the sake of having a family. She took a deep breath, attempting to steady her nerves. “I love you, Alif.”

Alif’s demeanor softened slightly as he whispered in her ear and kissed her neck. “I love you too. Be my good wife, and you’ll be happy forever...” His tone was laced with a promise and a threat. He pushed Silla back onto the bed and began to do what pleased him, leaving her to grapple with the new reality of her life.

Silla lay there, her mind racing, trying to understand her new role as a wife. The weight of her sacrifices pressed heavily on her chest. She had given up so much for this man, for this life, and now, she wondered if it was worth it. She closed her eyes, trying to summon the love she felt for Alif, hoping it would be enough to carry her through the challenges that lay ahead on the Island of Men.

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Next Day, on the Ship

When the ferry reached the open sea, and Silla lost sight of the coast, her heart sank, and she felt alone and at Alif's mercy. She looked astern, trying to recognize some landmarks that stood for the world she knew, and where she had felt safe and at home, but it was already impossible with the naked eye. Then she looked in the other direction, in which the ship was heading, but there was yet nothing to be seen on the horizon, only the endless sea, a symbol of her uncertain future, and some seagulls that seemed to laugh at her... Silla sighed, and a big weight seemed to hinder her breathing. She tried to be more positive about the situation: to see it as an adventure, and possibly only a short episode in her life she would be able to laugh about later. In the end, Alif would never do anything that made her unhappy, she thought. She still believed that he was the love of her life, even though some doubts flickered in her from time to time.

She decided to steal a glance at the other passengers of the ship. There was a group of muscular men talking loudly to each other, all of them in tight jeans and shirts that emphasized their muscular build, and the bulges on their groins. Some women were sitting nearby, some of them with children, and all of them looked slightly anxious and intimidated, and only whispered to each other from time to time. As soon as someone approached them, they winced, and some of the men threw vigilant looks at them.  There was also a slim, pale young man with red hair, possibly a student, who had retreated to a corner behind some pieces of luggage, and read a book ("Sons and Lovers" by D.H. Lawrence, Silla recognized). Alif was talking to the guy steering the ship, a man of German origin called Wincent, as Silla had heard, and didn't take care of her for the moment. Silla decided to gain as much information about the so-called "Island of Men" as she could and approached the young redhead casually. "Hey!", she addressed him and smiled. The boy looked up from his book in surprise and smiled back at her shyly and a bit nervously.

"Hi... Miss..."

"I'm Silla! Silla Kinanti ... uh ... Rakaprabawa. The guy there talking to the captain is my husband...", she added, to avoid any misunderstanding.

"Yello Redfield!", the boy introduced himself, obviously still puzzled that such a beautiful, elegant Asian lady suddenly talked to him. "Are you looking forward to your stay on the Island?", Silla asked.

"Yes... sure", Yello stuttered, but it didn't sound very convincing.

"Do you know why it's called the Island of Men?", Silla inquired. "Hmmm, I think ... it's a kind of refuge for men ... I've just heard that!", Yello said.

"A kind of center of patriarchy ..." Involuntarily, he looked at the group of athletic, sun-tanned workers in the passenger lounge. "So... why are YOU going there?", Silla asked, blinking her eyes. Yello blushed and became a bit angry. But after a second, he decided to answer honestly.

"My dad sent me there ... Henry Redfield... He thinks I'm ...", Yello hesitated, and started again: "He thinks I will learn to become a real man there! I will live at Dr. Koller's house, a friend of my dad ... Dr. Koller promised to make me a real man, like my big brother Jonah ..." Silla didn't know what to say to that, so she just shrugged, and wished Yello "Good luck for that!" Suddenly, she felt Alif's look on her, and he gave her a sign to come back to him as if he was calling his dog back, Silla thought. "Come here, baby ... I told you not to talk to strangers!", Alif said, half-mockingly. "Let me introduce you to my new friend Wincent!"

Silla stood on the deck of the ship, the salty sea breeze whipping her hair around her face. The horizon was a vast expanse of blue, promising a new beginning. She smiled at Wincent, the ship’s captain, who was steering the vessel with a confident hand. Wincent wore a dark leather jacket and blue jeans, and a tattoo of a bulldog was prominently displayed on his neck.

“You love dogs?” Silla asked, pointing to the tattoo.

Wincent smirked, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. “Well, this isn’t just a tattoo. I’m a Watchdog. Like, the police on The Island of Men,” he said, his voice carrying a note of pride.

“Is the name really ‘Island of Men’?” Silla asked, her curiosity piqued.

Wincent’s smirk widened into a grin. “The real name is Gavin’s Rock, named after the founder of the island, Gavin Leister. The island is filled with gold and it will bring prosperity to those who work hard. It’s a place where men can truly be men,” he explained, his chest puffing out slightly as he spoke.

Silla listened intently, trying to absorb every detail. Wincent continued, his voice taking on a tone of reverence. “You should know that there are three main factions of men on Gavin’s Rock. The first and largest in number are the Goldminers. These guys work in the gold mines, extracting the wealth that fuels our economy. They’re physically strong, and they make up about 80% of the men on the island. All of them are muscular and manly.”

He paused, casting a glance at Silla to ensure she was following. “Some of these men belong to the second group, the Watchdogs. We’re the combatants, the ones who keep the peace and enforce the rules. And then there are the Correctors, the academician. There aren’t many of them, maybe about ten, but they play a crucial role. I can’t explain much about the Correctors, but you’ll meet one soon enough.”

At that moment, Yello approached them. “My uncle, Dr. Paul Koller, is a Corrector,” he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and fear.

Wincent shot him a sharp look. “Shut up, Sissy Red Hair,” he barked, causing the young man to flinch and step back. Silla was taken aback by the harshness in Wincent’s tone and the strange nickname.

“How about the wives?” Silla asked, hoping to steer the conversation back to something more relevant to her.

Wincent’s expression softened slightly as he looked at her. “Mostly, the women stay at home, enjoying life. As long as you’re a good wife, you won’t need to worry about anything. Your husband will take care of you, and provide for you. Just focus on keeping the house clean and cooking.”

As if on cue, Alif appeared, wrapping his arms around Silla from behind. “You’re a good wife, Silla. You’ll fit right in,” he murmured into her ear, his tone both reassuring and possessive.

Silla nodded, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. She tried to muster a smile, but the weight of her new reality pressed down on her. She was leaving behind her dreams, and her independence, and stepping into a life defined by her role as Alif’s wife. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

Wincent’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Gavin’s Rock is a place where men rule and women find happiness in their roles. You’ll see. Just be obedient, and you’ll have everything you need.”

Silla tried to find comfort in Wincent’s words, but a part of her couldn’t shake the unease that gnawed at her. She glanced at the horizon, the island drawing closer with each passing moment. The promise of prosperity and a new life loomed ahead, but so did the unknown challenges of living on Gavin’s Rock.

"You are new on the island, so you will have to go through some checks and courses as soon as we arrive", Wincent told Alif and Silla.

"Probably some of my Watchdog colleagues are already waiting for you at the harbor! You want to become a miner?"

“Yes, Sir.” Alif straightened proudly and confirmed.

"It's not as easy as you think!", Wincent warned him. "You must prove yourself ... show us you deserve it! And the first thing we will watch closely is - how you deal with your wife!" He looked at Silla, and an amused grin appeared on his handsome face. "I'm sure she'll have a lot of ... fun... on the Island, too! And you ..." He turned to Yello, who was still standing nearby, and with a quick move, he grabbed the boy's book and threw it over the railing into the sea. "Real men don't read novels! That's the first thing you gotta learn here!"

"Hey!", Yello protested weakly, but he didn't dare to speak up to the tall, muscular sailor. Silla and Yello exchanged a helpless look, but none of them wanted to confront the Island's authority already before they even arrived. Alif just laughed. "I think I'll like the way your society works!", he said to Wincent. "And I'm sure my little wife will love it, too!"

"You don't have any children yet?", Wincent asked. "Not YET!", Alif smiled. "But soon enough I'll have a bunch of sons!" He blinked his eyes at Silla. "They will learn to be real men from their childhood on!"

"Raise them to become Watchdogs!", Wincent laughed. "Maybe the island is the last place on the planet where men can still grow up as real men, without feeling bad about their manliness, and without being intoxicated by any kind of feminism or all this woke bullshit!"

Sila heard every word that Wincent said and realized that there was something off about the island. Well, maybe she just needs to adapt and learn more.

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In The Island

Gabriel Leister, the supreme leader of Gavin’s Rock, stood tall and imposing in front of his grand mahogany desk, the soft glow of the evening sun casting a sinister shadow across his strikingly handsome face. His dark hair was impeccably styled, complementing his sharp jawline and piercing eyes that seemed to penetrate the very souls of those who dared to meet his gaze. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and blue jeans, Gabriel exuded an air of controlled menace, a calm predator surveying his domain.

[Gabriel Leister]

[Sebastian Giraldo and Dr Koller]

In his hand, he held a report, his grip tightening as he read through its contents. The report detailed an unprecedented and shocking event on the island.

Subject: Incident Report - Lera Styles

Date: July 30, 2024

Details:

On the night of July 28, Lera Styles, a woman assigned to Harry Styles, executed a calculated and violent act of rebellion. Using a concealed knife, she severed Harry Styles’ penis while he was asleep, rendering him unconscious from shock and blood loss. The emasculation was thorough and intended to inflict maximum psychological and physical damage. Following the act, Lera fled into the surrounding wilderness and remains at large. Immediate action is required to apprehend the fugitive and restore order.

Gabriel's eyes darkened as he slammed the document onto the desk, the sound echoing ominously through the room. The door creaked open, and three men entered, each representing the island's most formidable factions.

The first, a rugged man with facial hair and a physique built from years of labor, wore a flannel shirt and blue jeans. Sebastian Giraldo, the head of the Goldminers, stood with a casual confidence, his eyes glinting with a mix of respect and apprehension.

The second man, a guy with brown hair and a tattoo of a bulldog on his neck, exuded raw power and athleticism. Dressed in a denim jacket, Chase Routledge, the leader of the Watchdogs, radiated a dangerous aura, his eyes cold and calculating.

The third man, impeccably dressed in a tucked-in polo shirt, smelled faintly of an expensive cologne. Dr. Paul Koller, the leader of the Correctors, had an air of refined menace, his handsome face betraying no emotion.

Together, they formed the triumvirate, the three pillars of Gabriel's rule.

"The triumvirate here in your service, Gabriel!" they intoned in unison, their voices steady but tinged with underlying tension.

Gabriel's gaze was icy, his calm demeanor only amplifying the terror he invoked. "This incident has three of you at fault," he began, his voice low and measured, dripping with menace. "Sebastian, you failed to teach your worker, Harry Styles, how to be a strong husband. Paul, you failed to brainwash that bitch Lera. And Chase, my man... you failed to ensure no girl can run."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. The three men stood silent, the gravity of their leader's disappointment bearing down on them.

"You should know what will happen when that bitch runs her mouth around, telling what she did to Harry. Emasculation?" Gabriel’s voice rose slightly, a dangerous edge creeping in. "Now, who has the solution?"

The room fell into a tense silence, each man contemplating their next move, knowing that failure was not an option under Gabriel’s merciless rule.

Paul was the first to raise his voice, in his usual distinguished,  thoughtful tone. "It's a miracle to me ... After my treatment, she shouldn't even be able to think of such ... horrendous acts! And - she was collared! I really don't know how ..."

"Ha! You don't know! Is that all I hear from the best scientist on this island?!", Gabriel interrupted him harshly.

"According to our files, that evil bitch  studied engineering before she came to us! She must have found a way to deactivate your collar! And now?! What if the news spreads? No man will feel safe sleeping in his own bed anymore! The idea ... that their wives could ... " Gabriel refused to even speak it out loudly. His three advisors looked uncomfortable thinking about what had occurred.

"Damn  ... that this could happen to one of us! Harry was ... is one of our best... he was a real man! He took what he wanted... from any woman he met!", Sebastian cursed. "And he has ... had a big tool for that", Chase remarked. "He was so proud of it ... how he made the bitches scream  ..."

"By the way, where ... is it? I mean, you know... And how is  Harry?", Sebastian asked curiously. - "He's still in the hospital,  unconscious most of the time! He's still in shock ...", Paul explained.  "Pphhh, I thought Harry would be tougher than that!", Chase said.

"Well,  how would you feel when you wake up with your own severed dick in your mouth!?", Gabriel hissed, his eyes glistening dangerously. Chase and Sebastian gasped in shocked surprise. "Unfortunately... his ... penis  ... couldn't be saved!", Paul added. "Harry was found too late... my valued colleague, Dr. Hodenberg, did everything he could, but..." - "We will decide later what to do with Harry!", Gabriel snorted.

 "Of course,  there is no place for a dickless man in our society! But first - we must find his bitch of a wife! Dead or alive ... I want her to die  painfully!"

 "We will find her!", Chase assured his boss confidently.  "My best men, the three admirals - Froy, Rudy, and Cole - have already started the search. We  will hunt her mercilessly, like a pack of wolves hunting a deer!" 

"Good, good...", Gabriel mumbled. "I like Froy ... he's not only a  Watchdog, he's really a wolf! He would drink a woman's blood if necessary ... tear the flesh off her! But ... discretion! No background info about this case to anyone outside of this room! We must avoid that  even the slightest idea of a rebellion against male supremacy will  spread on the island!" The three men before him nodded silently, each of them hanging after his thoughts.

Gabriel smirked as he entered the dimly lit bedroom, his presence casting a formidable shadow on the walls. There was a low, throaty growl waiting for him, a sound that resonated with power and loyalty. "The three of you are dismissed," he said, his voice dripping with authority. "Sebastian, there will be a newcomer. Make sure they are welcome. An Asian couple..."

His words trailed off as he looked at Thor, his pet wolf, lounging on the floor. Gabriel was the only man who could tame such a wild beast. Thor's eyes glinted with a feral intelligence, and as Gabriel looked at him, the wolf's growl ceased. Beside Thor stood Alpha, another of Gabriel's wolves, who howled in deference before falling silent under Gabriel's commanding gaze. The aura Gabriel exuded was that of a conqueror, a man who bent the world to his will.

“Your conqueror spirit, as strong as ever,” said Sebastian. Gabriel smirked. “The most mysterious power of Gavin’s Rock... I am in control of it...” Gabriel sat as a female servant entered. Sebastian knew he should go out. He walked and closed the door, only to hear the female servant scream. Thor and Alpha played with their favorite mean... women.

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[The Admirals]

Meanwhile, in the dense woods on the northern part of the island, the three admirals of the Watchdogs led their men, an army clad in jean jackets, spreading out to search for the missing girl, Lera. The night was thick with tension, the moon casting an eerie glow through the trees.

Froy Henson, known for his brutality, picked up a stone and hurled it into the darkness. "ARGH," he roared, his frustration palpable. "I should be fucking Kate, but this night is ruined just because Harry can't handle his wife!" Froy had recently married and took perverse pleasure in treating his wife like a slave, but Chase's call was the ultimate command. His epithet is “The Green Bear”, a nod to his brute strength.

"You can't find that bitch by throwing rocks, dumbass!" Cole McKnight smirked, adjusting the antenna of a device he had triangulated to detect movement in the woods. "Work smart, and it will bring you there.” Cole has a classic look about him. He’s the brain of the three admirals, though a watchdog is still a watchdog. He’s a fighter. His epithet is “The Red Eagle”, the nod to his hunting skill.

Rudy Maybank laughed, a sound filled with lewd intent. "Yeah. It's a shame we need to kill Lera. She's so... hot... like freaking hot!" He started to touch his bulge through his jeans, his mind wandering from the mission. “I can fuck her...”. Rudy sat there smoking. He is the most handsome and also the most... dangerous looking, despite he has the classic fuckboy blonde look. He wears the blue t-shirt as his epithet is “The Blue Wolf” a nod to his dangerous presence.

"You're stupid. We're on a mission," Cole snapped, throwing one of his remotes at Rudy's head. "You're an admiral, act like one!"

Froy laughed, a harsh sound that echoed through the trees. "Rudy Maybank becoming an admiral is such a joke," he taunted, his jealousy evident. Froy had always been at the top of their class, while Rudy had spent his time fucking girls. But... Rudy has something that others don’t. Something so mysterious that only plenty of men in Gavin’s Rock possess. The ability to materialize spirit to energy that can stun people. Something called “conqueror spirit”

Rudy rubbed his head where the remote had hit. "Relax, Cole. I'm just saying, it's a waste to kill her. Maybe we could... you know, have some fun first, fuck her!"

Cole's eyes narrowed. "We're not here to have fun. We're here to execute orders. Remember that."

Despite the tension, there was a grim camaraderie among the three. They had been through countless missions together, each one more brutal than the last. Froy's raw strength, Cole's cunning intelligence, and Rudy's dangerous spirit made them a formidable trio.

Suddenly, Cole's device beeped. He glanced at the screen, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I got it! Signal's about 500 meters from here."

Before anyone could react, Froy took off, running with a speed and ferocity that almost seemed inhuman. His movements were fluid and powerful, reminiscent of a predator chasing its prey. Cole and Rudy exchanged a look before following, each moving with their unique blend of efficiency and menace.

As they closed in on the signal, the forest around them seemed to hold its breath. The air was thick with anticipation, and every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig heightened their senses. Froy, leading the charge, was driven by a primal urge, his thoughts focused on the hunt.

"Stay sharp," Cole called out, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying the weight of command.

Rudy, despite his earlier distractions, was now fully engaged, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a predatory gleam. "We'll get her," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “And I don’t like your tone. You’re not my boss” Rudy smirked exuding an aura that made Froy’s jealousy rise again. “Can you stop flaunting that?”

Rudy smirked. “Fine, bruh!”

They reached a small clearing, the source of the signal. The air was still, the silence oppressive. Froy crouched, his muscles coiled like a spring, ready to strike. Cole adjusted his device, confirming the location. Rudy flexed his fingers, a dark smile playing on his lips.

"She's here," Cole said, his voice a low growl.

Froy's eyes glinted with anticipation. "Let's finish this."

The three admirals moved forward, a deadly combination of strength, intellect, and raw aggression. As they approached, the trees seemed to close in around them, the darkness becoming almost tangible. They were predators on the hunt, and their prey was within reach.

Froy closed his eyes, letting the memories of his training with Chase “Monster” Routledge flood his mind. Chase had been like an older brother to him, teaching him the art of hunting, the patience required to track prey, and the ferocity needed to strike at the right moment. Froy could hear the faint sound of footsteps through the dense forest, and he gripped his machete tighter, ready to pounce.

Froy laughed, his voice echoing through the trees. “Lera... Lera... Lera... do you think you can run from my machete? Do you want to know why no Watchdogs use guns? Guns are for puny Americans. Here, we have our traditional weapons that make a man feel the hunt more...” His laughter was dark and menacing. “Before I give you to Chase, I might just fuck you first....”

He smirked, confident in his abilities. He was a bit far from Cole and Rudy, but he didn’t think he needed their help. He could handle this on his own. He had his machete on him.

Just as he readied himself to strike, a swift kick hit his hand, and the machete flew out of his grip, clattering to the forest floor. “All talk!” a voice declared.

Lera stood before him, her clothes dirty and torn from the run, but her eyes were sharp and determined. Despite the grime and exhaustion, there was a fierce beauty about her.

“It’s great that Rudy didn’t find you. That loverboy would lose his mind seeing a sexy bitch like you, but me... I’m the best admiral!” Froy sneered. “No need for weapons to handle a weak woman like you. You should know your place!”

Froy lunged at her, his hands reaching out to grab her, but Lera was quick. She ducked under his grasp, her movements fluid and precise. Froy swung again, but Lera sidestepped, delivering a swift kick to his shin. He stumbled, growling in frustration.

“You’re fast, I’ll give you that,” Froy taunted, circling her. “But speed won’t save you.”

He charged at her with brute force, but Lera twisted away, using his momentum against him. She kicked out, aiming for his knee, and he buckled momentarily. Regaining his balance, Froy lashed out, his hand catching a handful of her hair. He yanked her towards him, but Lera didn’t hesitate. She drove her knee into his stomach, causing him to release her with a grunt of pain.

Lera took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as she watched Froy recover. She saw his stance, legs wide apart, and seized the opportunity. “I know Gabriel and the triumvirate must be panicking if Chase sent all three of you. You’re afraid that I’ll tell every woman about your little secret. The pain in your balls. Imagine if Kate knew, Froy. She could punch your stupid balls, or cut it off while you’re asleep. Who says I haven’t told Kate?”

Her words cut through him, and Froy’s face twisted in rage. He sent a high kick towards her, but Lera was ready. She grabbed his foot in mid-air, causing him to lose his balance. His legs spread wider as he struggled to regain control.

Lera smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Gotcha!” With a swift, powerful motion, she kicked Froy squarely in the balls. The impact was devastating, and Froy doubled over in agony, a strangled cry escaping his lips.

“Admiral, my ass,” Lera spat, watching as Froy crumpled to the ground, clutching his groin in pain.

Froy had never felt such a pain in his whole adult life. Together with the pain, he felt a paralyzing nausea spreading through his whole body from his testicles, and what made it worse was the shock that a woman could do something like that to him! Women were PREY! He was the one who should inflict pain on them! And now he felt so weak ... his arms and legs were trembling as he tried to get up. Lera was towering over him, and - even though he would never admit it to another man - it was deeply irritating (even a bit frightening) for him that she didn't try to run away. Thinking of his training, Froy cursed. No one, not even Chase, had ever warned him about the sensitivity of his precious jewels. It was a taboo, and that bitch had dared to hurt him there! For a second, he remembered what she had done to his friend Harry, and a deep-rooted fear started to grow in him. But he suppressed it as soon as he could.

"I will... teach you... I will ... fuck you ... kill you for that!", he groaned, but the words didn't come out of his mouth as manly as he has intended. Lera noticed it. "You don't sound like an admiral! More like a frightened little boy who's complaining to his mommy!", she taunted Froy. The Watchdog clenched his teeth in helpless anger, as he tried to regain control over his body. "Fucking hell, where does this weakness come from?", he thought. "I must surprise her..." He intended to jump up on his feet in a surprising move, but he had underestimated how much Lera's kick had weakened him. He stood half upright for a second, and then his strength left him again, he felt like throwing up, and he fell back into the mud with his face first. "Ouuurgh ... shit ... bitch...", he muttered. Where were those idiots Cole and Rudy?!

Lera stood over Froy, her breath coming in ragged gasps, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Admiral Froy Henson, you'll remember this day forever. I'll get off this island, but I will come back with many women. Out there, some women will fight for other women. And when we come back, we'll know your weakness. Just capture this pain in your mind... remember that maybe Kate can do that to you easily, and we can make our husbands cry." Her voice was filled with a fiery determination, her words a taunt and a promise.

Froy's face twisted with a smirk, even through his pain. "When you're off this island, I promise you, we will rape all your friends. We will torture the slaves, and that's all because you left. You left them. Because you fucking fought back!" He tried to stand, his legs shaky, but his eyes were filled with defiance.

Lera stopped in her tracks, her anger flaring. "SHUT UP!" she screamed. She ran into Froy. She swung her foot back and then drove it forward with ferocious strength, hitting Froy squarely between his groin. "The spirit of the women can't be tamed, you stupid creature with two stupid dangling organs!!!" The tip of her shoe crushed into Froy's testicles with brutal force.

Froy's face contorted in sheer agony. His eyes bulged, and a high-pitched, guttural scream tore from his throat. The pain was blinding, radiating from his groin through his entire body. He crumpled to the ground, his hands clutching at his crotch, trying to shield himself from the relentless waves of pain.

His breath came in short, ragged gasps, and his vision blurred. Every nerve in his body was aflame, the searing agony consuming him. He felt as if his insides were being ripped apart. The world around him dimmed, his focus narrowing to the excruciating pain in his groin. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and he let out a low, anguished moan, tears streaming down his face.

Lera watched for a moment, her face a mask of grim satisfaction. Then she turned and ran, her heart pounding as she sprinted towards the shore. Her muscles screamed in protest, but she pushed herself harder, driven by a desperate need to escape.

She burst through the trees, the shoreline coming into view, only to skid to a halt. Admiral Cole stood in her path, his eyes cold and calculating, a spear held loosely in his hand. He blocked her way, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Where do you wanna go, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension. The spear gleamed menacingly in the moonlight, a deadly extension of his intent.

Lera's heart sank, but she steeled herself, her eyes locking onto Cole's. She was cornered, but she wasn't defeated. Not yet.

"Get out of my way, boy!", Lera yelled. "Did your boss tell you what I  did to my so-called husband? I cut off his big, ugly cock! And I loved it! Love to hear him whimper and cry for his daddy ... Do you want this  to happen to you?!"

Cole froze for a moment when her words sunk in.  No one except Gabriel and the triumvirate knew about the details of her deeds, and what he heard shocked him, but he immediately shook it off.  "No way you could do that to a guy like Harry! You're just a stupid  bitch who has gone crazy! We'll take care of you!" He reached for her neck, but she moved faster than he could anticipate. "Ha! Do you really  think you could escape mAAAAAAAAAAHRGHHH!!!" Cole's eyes bulged out, and he roared as loud as a wounded stag when he felt an iron clamp around the soft orbs in his jeans. "Ooooourghhh ... no ... what ... are you ...  ouuugh..." His muscular arms were still trying to get a grip on Lera,  but the energy was drained from them very fast while the pain in his balls still intensified. Lera breathed heavily as she lay all her strength into her grip, adding a twist to it. "You wanna keep those stupid meatballs? I think I won't let you! Say goodbye to being a man!",  she threatened the helpless man.

Lera wanted to finish the job, to make sure he wouldn’t be a threat, but she knew she couldn’t afford to waste any time. She had to keep moving.

“HEY, STOP!” Rudy's voice rang out behind her. Lera glanced back and saw Rudy sprinting after her. He was faster than she had imagined, his long strides quickly closing the distance between them. Rudy was the most dangerous of the admirals, and the realization sent a chill down her spine.

Lera pushed herself harder, her legs burning as she ran through the dense forest. She could hear Rudy gaining on her, his footsteps growing louder with each passing second. She needed to find a way to lose him, but the woods offered little cover.

At the same time, Silla disembarked at the port, the salty air filling her lungs as she stepped onto the dock. The night was dark, the only light coming from the distant glow of the island’s infrastructure. Alif wrapped his jacket around her shoulders and kissed her gently on the forehead.

“Look at our new home. Such a beautiful island!” Alif said with a broad smile. His excitement was palpable, a stark contrast to the eerie stillness of the night.

They stood alone, aside from Yello, the only other passenger who had not taken the bus with the rest. They were waiting for Sebastian, Alif’s new boss, to come and greet them. Wincent was at the car rental, arranging for a vehicle until Alif could purchase one.

Alif’s enthusiasm was contagious. He couldn’t stop talking about the island and the opportunities it held. “I can be a real man here, Silla. This place is perfect for us. And you’ll be okay, I promise. You’ll love it here.”

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the woods nearby. Alif, Silla, and Yello turned towards the noise, their curiosity piqued. Out of the darkness emerged Lera, her appearance disheveled and frantic. She spotted Silla and made a beeline for her, pulling her away from Alif.

“You’re new?” Lera’s voice was urgent, her eyes wild with desperation. Before Alif could react, he shouted, “What the fuck?” and raised his hand to smack Lera, but Silla stepped in between them.

“What happened?” Silla asked, her voice calm but firm, trying to understand the situation.

Lera glanced around frantically, her eyes darting to the port where no boats were in sight. She knew this was the end of the line for her. “Balls... their balls... Their balls between their legs. Male weakness... are their balls,” she stammered, her words rushed and desperate.

“What the hell are you mumbling?” Alif demanded, not hearing her clearly.

“FUCK!” Rudy’s voice cut through the night. He burst from the trees, his eyes locking onto Lera. He was relentless, and now he had her cornered. Rudy and Silla's eyes met briefly, and for Rudy, it was an instant connection. Love at first sight, but he was on business. He felt something that all his stupid hook up didn’t give him.

“PLEASE... THEY WILL CAPTURE ME!! TELL THE WOMEN THEIR SECRET!!! FREE THE WOMEN!!! BE THEIR LEADER!!! KICK MEN’S BALLS! CAS...” Lera’s plea was cut off as Rudy gagged let out a sheer wave of energy. Silla and Alif could feel that. Alif was down on his knee but somehow, Silla still stood.

Lera smirked as she was paralized for a while. “You’re a strong woman. You can withstand his conqueror spirit. Lead them... to freedom...”

But then Rudy got closer and gagged her mouth. “Sorry, she’s a patient from the asylum. Crazy lady. Don’t mind her,” Rudy said smoothly, cuffing Lera’s hands behind her back. The other Watchdogs arrived, surrounding Lera, ensuring she had no chance of escape.

Rudy turned to Silla, extending his hand. “I’m Rudy Maybank, Watchdo admiral,” he introduced himself, completely ignoring Alif. His eyes held a mixture of intensity and flirt as he looked at Silla.

Silla hesitated before taking his hand, her mind racing with Lera’s frantic words. The Watchdogs stood around them, their presence oppressive and intimidating, as the night continued to cloak the island in darkness.

Silla had to admit that Rudy was an extremely handsome man with the aura of a playboy, but what he did to Lera irritated her. She looked sternly at Rudy. "I won't give you my hand until you treat that lady properly,  whether she's mentally ill or not!", she stated. Rudy seemed a bit disappointed but tried to conceal it.

"You don't understand, that bit... uh, lady is dangerous! She hurt several ... persons! I'm just  protecting you, she would scratch your eyes out in an instant if I let  her go!" Lera struggled in Rudy's grip, but she had used up her remaining energy in the previous fights, and her weakening resistance was no problem for Rudy. When Lera relaxed in his arms, he handed her over to one of the other Watchdogs. "Wait! What will happen to her?",  Silla insisted. "None of your business, sweetheart", Rudy smiled. At this moment,  Sebastian arrived at the port, smirking when he saw the captured Lera.

 "Someone is up for a promotion!", he said, patting Rudy on his shoulder,  who smiled proudly. "Just a normal job, boss!", he shrugged, but he couldn't hide his satisfaction about Sebastian's remark. "Where are Froy and Cole?" Sebastian asked. Rudy decided to cover up the failure of his friends. "Still searching in the woods, they'll come soon", he calmed his boss. Sebastian nodded briskly and then turned to Alif and Silla. 

"You must be the newlywed couple who's applying for citizenship here!"  Alif stepped forward. "Alif Rakaprabawa! Glad to be here, Sir! And this  is my wife, Silla!" Sebastian glanced at Silla and smirked appreciatively. "Good, good..." he mumbled. "Welcome to Gavin's Rock! I  will bring you to your preliminary apartment for the night! Tomorrow you  will have to meet the island's council, and if our decision is  positive, you will get a tour of the island!" Then he turned to the waiting redhead.

Yello was clearly unable to cope with the situation, he hadn't expected to see a violent scene just at his arrival. "I wonder what Jonah would say to this ... probably he would find it exciting!",  Yello thought. "Or Jess..." He sighed, feeling that he already missed his twin sister.

Sebastian asked him, "You must be Yello, Henry Redfield's son!" Yello nodded, unsure what was expected of him. "Yes, Sir!", he said obediently.

"I will bring you to Dr. Koller's mansion, he's already waiting for you! Don't worry, we will make a man of you here! Your father won't recognize you when you return! Maybe you can even join your brother's gang! Does he still have it? Anyway, let's hurry, there's a  storm coming this night!"

Silla and Alif climbed into their new car, following Sebastian’s lead as they navigated through the dimly lit streets of Gavin’s Rock. The island’s eerie silence was occasionally broken by the distant crash of waves against the shore. Alif was buzzing with excitement, but Silla couldn’t shake the encounter with Lera from her mind. As the car rolled on, she glanced back at the port, her thoughts racing.

Alif noticed her distraction and frowned. “Thinking about that blonde boy?” he asked, his voice tinged with jealousy.

Silla shook her head, snapping back to the present. “No, of course not. I don’t have eyes on other men, just you. But that girl... she didn’t seem crazy. She warned me...”

Alif leaned over and kissed her gently, trying to soothe her worries. “It’s just the mumbling of a crazy lady. Relax, and we’ll have a good rest. I need to be sharp for the interview tomorrow.”

Silla nodded, though her heart remained heavy with unease. She forced a smile, trying to focus on the positive. If Alif passed the test tomorrow, they’d become permanent citizens and receive a house of their own. For now, they were headed to a temporary motel, just for one night.

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Meanwhile, in the depths of Gavin’s Rock, Chase stood before Lera, who was tied to a chair in his basement. The room was dimly lit, with concrete walls that exuded a cold, damp chill. Chains and hooks adorned the walls, remnants of past interrogations, and the air smelled faintly of mold and rust. A single bulb swung overhead, casting eerie shadows that danced across Lera’s bruised and battered form.

Rudy stood beside Chase, his face a mask of concern and confusion. “Boss, why don’t we take her to the Watchdog headquarters?” he asked.

Chase smiled, a cold, calculating expression that sent a shiver down Rudy’s spine. “Do you really think I’ll let our reputation be tarnished? Your two friends are still icing their balls. I do not tolerate the humiliation of the Watchdogs,” Chase replied, his voice low and menacing.

He turned to Lera, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. “The basement of my house is where true discipline is enforced, where secrets are kept, and where the defiant is broken. And I’ll fuck her before I kill her.”

Rudy shifted uncomfortably but couldn’t deny the pride swelling in his chest at Chase’s next words. “But congratulations. You’re the best recruit in the history of Gavin’s Rock,” Chase said, his gaze shifting back to Rudy. “How does it feel to own the conqueror spirit?” Chase asked.

“Amazing, Boss. Thanks for teaching me that!” Rudy nodded proudly.

As Chase moved closer to Lera, the tension in the room thickened, the air almost crackling with anticipation. Silla’s words echoed in Rudy’s mind, a nagging doubt that refused to be silenced. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay focused on the task at hand.

Lera’s eyes, though filled with pain, held a spark of defiance. She knew this was only the beginning of her ordeal, but she refused to let them see her break. She had delivered her message, and she clung to the hope that Silla had understood her warning.

Rudy left his boss. Chase doesn’t let anyone see what he will do to the ladies he captured. Rudy also didn’t want to stay there. He went to the living room where Cole and Froy icing their nuts. Both looked at Rudy with a hint of jealousy and hatred.

"Come on, guys, it can't be that bad!", Rudy said in a slightly mocking tone. But he could catch a glance at his friends' testicles. They  looked bigger than usual... swollen (Rudy had seen them a few times  under the gym shower before, or when they had fucked a delinquent girl  together.) And it looked as if the color was different, his friend's balls looked slightly blue or even violet. Rudy wasn't sure, but somehow, the view made him feel uneasy. "It's... no problem. No way a woman can really hurt us ...",

Froy started with clenched teeth, and some sweat visible on his forehead. But Cole couldn't take it anymore.  "Are you kidding us? It hurts like HELL! That bitch ... she ... she..." 

Rudy saw to his astonishment that Cole had some tears in his eyes. "It was so easy for her ... so easy ... she just grabbed them ... just through my jeans ... and I couldn't fight anymore! The pain was so ...  so ... existential! Don't know how to put it! No one warned me that this  is possible!"

"It isn't possible!", Rudy said firmly. "Maybe you are sick! Maybe your balls are more sensitive than they should be! You  should ask Dr. Koller, or better, Dr. Hodenberg..."

Now Froy also lost it. "You have no idea!", he yelled. "Cole is right! It really hurts like  hell ... I mean, we all know that these ... things shouldn't be hurt  ... we instinctively feel it, right?" Rudy nodded. "Sure, but..."

"But you've never been REALLY hurt down there!", Froy said. "It's as Cole  said ... paralyzing ... devastating ... unbearable ... you can't think  clearly, all you can do is try to deal with the pain..."

 "We must  avoid than the women learn about that!", Cole added. "Lera knew it ...  she attacked us there right away, without hesitation! She KNEW it! Who  knows how many of them know it too already?! Have you thought about  that?!"

Rudy couldn't accept this implication of male vulnerability. He  decided to simply refuse to believe his friends. "Be careful what you  say!", he warned his friends. "If Gabriel hears that, you'll be fired,  and you'll have to crawl into the mines on all fours, and scratch the  gold out of it with your hands! I say you two are just whiners! No  wonder Chase trusts me most! Yeah, you got it right - I'll get  promoted!" He smiled proudly, and relished in the stupid looks of his  baffled comrades.

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Meanwhile, in the cold, dimly lit basement, Chase loomed over Lera, who was tied securely to a chair. Her wrists were bound tightly with rough ropes, leaving red marks on her skin. The single light bulb hanging from the ceiling cast harsh shadows across the room, accentuating Chase’s menacing presence. He leaned in close, his breath hot and foul against Lera’s face.

“Who did you tell about the male weakness?” Chase demanded, his voice low and threatening.

Lera looked up at him, her eyes filled with defiance. She chuckled, a sound that was more of a taunt than genuine amusement. “Everyone,” she replied, her voice steady despite the situation. “Are you scared, Chase? Are you sure your wife Madelyn doesn’t know that? What if, when you’re asleep, she kicks your balls?”

Chase’s face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. Without warning, he slapped Lera hard across the face, the sound of the impact echoing in the confined space. “You bitch!” he spat, his voice trembling with rage. “Madelyn is my wife and my slave. There’s no way she would ever do what you did to Harry. She’s a good girl.” Chase smirked as he had the same aura as Rudy had shown but somehow stronger like he could control it.

Lera’s head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, but she slowly turned back to face him, a small smile playing on her bloodied lips. “Conqueror spirit. That’s nothing on me. Keep telling yourself that, Chase,” she whispered.

Ignoring her taunt, Chase bent down and began untying the ropes that bound Lera’s feet. He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper. “It’s time to fuck you, and then kill you. You’ll regret ever defying us.”

Lera’s heart pounded in her chest, but her resolve remained unshaken. She stared into Chase’s eyes, unyielding. “I won’t let a man defile me again. I might die, but I won’t be raped.”

As soon as the last rope was loosened, Lera seized her chance. Using all the strength she could muster, she swung her free leg up and kneed Chase hard in the groin. The motion was swift and unexpected, driven by sheer desperation.

"AAAARGHH! Bitch!" Chase bent over and stumbled back, but he didn't go down. He couldn't tell what was worse, the pain, or the shock of the surprise attack, and its unexpectedly big effect. Like most of the other  men on the island, he had never been severely hit in his crotch, and it  was hard for him to deal with it.

 "The feared leader of the Watchdogs!  The strongest man on this fucking rock! Look at you now!" Despite the  threatening situation, Lera chuckled. "The only male weakness that is  bigger than the one between your legs is your arrogance! Stupid,  muscular gorillas! You're underestimating the threat that's lurking over  you!"

"Shut ... the fuck ... up...", Chase groaned as he forced  himself to stand straight, still covering his bulge. "Why should I?",  Lera asked, and started to laugh maniacally. "Beware! You can kill me,  but you won't escape! None of you will! All men on this island will  suffer the fate of my precious husband! All of you! We're just waiting  for the right moment! We'll cut your junk off slowly ... after we've  squashed it ... and then we'll throw it in the sea ... it will be fish  food ... maybe the seagulls will ..." - "I said, SHUT UP!", Chase  shouted, out of his mind, and smashed his fist in Lera's face.

Despite the blood, Lera smiled. Lera knew this was the end for her. There was no escaping Chase Routledge, not now, not ever. But she had no regrets. The will of the women would be passed on to that girl she met on the beach. Lera closed her eyes, summoning the image of that girl’s face, vivid and clear in her mind. She recalled the name, spoken by the girl's husband: Silla.

“Silla,” Lera whispered to herself, her voice a mere breath. “I don’t know you, but I can see it in your eyes, you’re a fighter. I hope you understand my message. These men, they act mighty, but you know their weakness now. The will of women won’t end. When does a woman die? When her legacy is wiped out, but it won’t happen. History will remember, and this island will learn the power of women. My legacy is now yours. I can see it in your eyes, the fighter in you. You didn’t accept any of this patriarchal shit. Long live, Silla. I hope one day you’ll cut Gabriel’s dick. The Leisters are the key.”

Her voice grew louder, defiant. “CHASE, TELL GABRIEL! YOU WILL ALL LOSE YOUR MANHOOD AND WOMEN WILL WIN! COUNT YOUR FUCKING DAYS”

[Fleet Admiral Chase Routledge]

“Shut up!” Chase snarled, his face contorted with rage. He drew his knife and plunged it into Lera’s chest. She gasped, pain exploding through her body, but she smiled through the agony. Chase’s eyes widened in fear as he saw that smile, a triumphant, knowing smile that sent chills down his spine.

Lera’s vision blurred, the room fading into darkness. But she died with peace in her heart, knowing that Silla would continue the fight. She didn’t know her personally, but she trusted in the strength and spirit of women. Women trusted women.

Silla would fight, and she wouldn’t fight alone.

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In Chase’s work room, a camera captured the brutal scene unfolding in Chase’s basement. Madelyn, Chase’s wife, watched with bated breath. Her heart pounded as she saw her husband stab Lera, saw the defiant smile on Lera’s face even in death.

“Chase in pain? Balls... the weakness?” she murmured to herself, piecing together the fragmentary clues Lera had left behind.

Madelyn took a deep breath, a resolve forming within her. The words of Lera echoed in her mind, fueling a fire that had long been smoldering. She knew now what she had to do.