Gavin's Rock (Chapter 2) - The Mighty Leader and His Woman

 

CHAPTER 2

 Gabriel sat in his luxurious mansion, the morning sun casting long shadows across the richly decorated room. He enjoyed his tea, the delicate aroma mingling with the scent of polished wood and expensive leather. His gaze was fixed on the massive rock just outside his window—a towering monolith that seemed to pulse with a surreal, almost magical energy. Clad in a black shirt and blue jeans, Gabriel exuded an aura of calm menace, a predator at ease in his domain.

Two women sat on either side of him, their heads bowed in submission. They kissed him tentatively. Without warning, Gabriel's hand shot out, clamping around one woman's throat. She gasped, her eyes widening in terror.

"One of your kind tried to act naughty last night," Gabriel sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. He smirked as he slapped the girl hard, the sound echoing through the room. The two wolves, Thor and Alpha, who were lounging nearby, raised their heads and howled in response, their eyes gleaming with predatory hunger.

"Ssst, boys... take it easy," Gabriel said, his tone almost gentle as he addressed the wolves. They immediately quieted, their fierce eyes still locked on the trembling woman.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted the tense moment. Gabriel's eyes narrowed as he called out, "Enter."

Chase stepped into the room, his presence as imposing as ever. He wore a blue jeans jacket over his muscular frame, his face set in a grim expression. Gabriel leaned back in his chair, a predatory smile playing on his lips.

"Speak, brother!" Gabriel commanded. His voice a low growl.

Chase stood at attention, his eyes flicking briefly to the two women before focusing on Gabriel. "Lera has been executed, sir. Everything is under control."

Gabriel nodded slowly, his eyes cold and calculating. "Good. I do not want any more of this mess on my island. Is that understood?"

Chase inclined his head, a slight smirk on his lips. "Understood, sir. In one hour, the new couple will see you."

Gabriel's smile widened, though it did not reach his eyes. "Ah, yes. The new arrivals." He turned his attention back to his tea, the steam rising in delicate tendrils. "Bring me their profile."

Chase produced a file from his jacket and handed it to Gabriel. "Here is Alif's profile, sir."

Gabriel took the file, his fingers brushing against the leather cover with a sense of ownership. He opened it and began to read, his eyes scanning the pages with a predatory intensity. The room fell silent, the only sound the faint rustle of paper and the distant howling of the wind outside.

The women remained still, their breaths shallow and rapid, as Gabriel absorbed the information. Thor and Alpha watched intently, their ears twitching as if sensing the undercurrents of power and fear that permeated the room.

Gabriel looked up, his gaze piercing. "This Alif... he better prove his worth. I have no tolerance for weakness."

Chase nodded, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "He seems eager, sir. But we'll see if he has the strength to match his ambition."

Gabriel's smile returned, sharper and more menacing. "Indeed we will, Chase. Indeed we will."

As Chase walked out, Gabriel turned his attention to his wolves. "Go eat," he commanded softly... Thor and Alpha, understanding their master’s words with an eerie intelligence, trotted off toward the back door, their powerful bodies moving with predatory grace.

Gabriel stood up, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the room. He walked alone to the left wing of his mansion, his footsteps echoing ominously in the grand hall. The opulence of the mansion gradually gave way to a more utilitarian design, the polished marble floors replaced by cold, rough stone as he approached the basement.

“GABRIEL!!!! COME HERE, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” a woman’s voice echoed from below, filled with raw anger and defiance.

Gabriel’s smile was thin and humorless as he opened a heavy wooden door and descended a narrow staircase into the basement. The air grew colder, the smell of damp stone and despair mingling in the dim light. He reached a door reinforced with iron bars. A small, grated hole in the door served as a passage for a food tray.

He retrieved a key from his jeans pocket, the metallic jingle breaking the oppressive silence. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside.

The room was stark and bare, illuminated by a single, flickering light bulb. In the center, a beautiful dark-haired Eastern European girl was cuffed to the wall. Her name was Bianca Volkov. Despite the bruises marring her body from countless tortures, her beauty was undeniable, her spirit unbroken.

Gabriel approached her, a smile playing on his lips. "Morning, Bianca..." he said. His voice was a chilling blend of charm and menace. He reached out, touching her face with feigned gentleness.

Bianca laughed, a harsh, mocking sound, and spat in his face. "Welcome, asshole!" she sneered, her eyes blazing with defiance.

Gabriel’s composure shattered momentarily, his face twisting in rage. He slapped her hard, the sound was sharp and violent in the confined space. "Why..." he began, his voice trembling with anger. "Why are you doing this? You can live happily as my wife if you want. I don’t want a random girl. I get what I want, and I want you..."

His tone shifted, becoming softer, almost obsessive. "Gabriel Leister gets what he wants, dear." He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. "It’s been almost a year of you down here. Too bad. You could play my wife and be happy..."

"I’d rather die than be your fucking wife! Why don’t you kill me?" Bianca screamed, her voice filled with raw fury. "I don't want to live as your property. I’m a free woman!"

"Free?" Gabriel's laugh was a cold, mirthless sound. "Look around here. You’re caged." He began to unbutton his jeans, his eyes never leaving hers. "It could be beautiful, Bianca. But you chose this. Shame!"

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Now suck my fucking dick!" he ordered, pushing himself towards her.

Bianca’s eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation. Gabriel had never tried this before; he must have been desperate. The mighty oppressor stood before her, exposed and vulnerable. She saw her chance.

As Gabriel forced his dick into her mouth, Bianca bided her time, her heart pounding. Then, with all the strength and fury she could muster, she bit down his dick hard,

Luckily for Gabriel, Bianca was weakened from her long time of suffering in Gabriel's basement, so she didn't succeed in biting the tip of his dick off. But his scream when he felt Bianca's teeth bite deep in his glans was deafening, and maybe for the first time in his life, he felt like the helpless prey in the fangs of a wolf. "AAAAAAAAAHHH!!! NOOOOO!!!", Gabriel yelled, and the fundamental fear of losing his manhood almost let him freak out. He hadn't been able to imagine that Bianca would ever dare to attack him in her hopeless situation, despite her strong words, which he had interpreted as a disguise of her despair. Now his arms and legs were shaking from the shock, and his hands searched for a firm grip to push Bianca's head away from him. Knowing that she would have lost if she let go of his dick, Bianca tried to bury her teeth deeper in the soft sensitive flesh between her lips. She tasted the blood of her torturer on her tongue, causing her a surge of excitement and satisfaction, while Gabriel's howl of pain was music in her ears. But finally, she realized that she couldn't hold on for long anymore, as Gabriel pulled on her right ear and her hair with all the power a man in fear of his life could muster, and her remaining energy suddenly left her. She spat out the tip of his dick like a chewing gum, together with a mouthful of blood. Gasping and breathing heavily, she looked her tormentor in his eyes, which, to her satisfaction, were filled with tears as he stared at his bleeding, limp manhood with wide eyes.

“YOU FUCKIN’ DIRTY BITCH!” Gabriel roared, his fist connecting with Bianca’s jaw with a sickening thud. Blood trickled from her split lip, but Bianca merely laughed a harsh, victorious sound.

“Tears in the mighty Gabriel’s eyes. Do I hurt your fucking manhood, boy?” she taunted, her voice dripping with defiance.

Gabriel's face twisted with fury as he lunged forward, his hands closing around her throat. “You’re gonna see hell. Every day I’ll come here and personally bring hell to you, slut! You’re gonna give up. You’re going to be my wife... Like it or not!” His grip tightened, cutting off her air, but Bianca's defiant gaze never wavered.

Finally, he released her, breathing heavily. He locked the door behind him, the sound of the key turning in the lock echoing through the cold, damp basement. Bianca slumped against the wall, her body bruised and battered, but her spirit unbroken.

Gabriel stormed back to his room, seething with rage and pain. He slammed the door shut behind him and leaned against it, trying to steady his breathing. His hands shook as he fumbled for the medical supplies in his drawer. He couldn’t bear the thought of calling a servant to tend to his wounded pride. He applied antiseptic to the bite wound, wincing as the sting brought tears to his eyes. He wrapped a bandage around himself, the pain a stark reminder of Bianca’s defiance. He bandaged his dick almost like making it a mummy. Then he zipped his pants acting like everything was okay.

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Meanwhile, Alif and Silla arrived at Gabriel’s mansion. Alif’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he took in the grandeur of the place. “Babe, I heard a lot of great things about him,” he said eagerly. “We need to impress him. If he’s impressed, we can live in Housing A, the elite ones. Sebastian told me!”

Silla nodded, trying to share in Alif’s enthusiasm, though her heart was heavy with unease. The mansion loomed before them.

Sebastian greeted them at the entrance. “Welcome, again, Alif,” he said, completely ignoring Silla as if she were nothing more than an accessory.

They walked through the grand halls, their footsteps echoing on the polished floors. Sebastian gestured to a massive portrait hanging on the wall, depicting Gabriel and his ancestors. “This is Gabriel’s great-great-grandfather, Gavin Leister. He founded this island,” Sebastian explained, his voice filled with reverence.

Silla’s eyes were drawn to the stern faces in the portrait, each one exuding an air of authority and menace. She felt a shiver run down her spine as they continued down the hall.

Finally, they entered a large, imposing room. Gabriel stood behind his desk, his presence dominating the space. He was a figure of undeniable charisma and menace, his dark eyes glinting with cold amusement. Thor and Alpha flanked him, their predatory eyes watching the newcomers intently.

Silla instinctively moved behind Alif, her heart pounding. Despite the presence of the two wolves, it was Gabriel who was the most terrifying figure in the room. He smirked at her, and she felt her knees weaken, a primal fear gripping her.

“Ah, welcome to Gavin’s Rock, brother!” Gabriel said, embracing Alif. “Let us take a walk for a little bit. Your wife can wait in the living room.”

Alif nodded eagerly, though Silla could see the flicker of intimidation in his eyes. “Of course, sir.”

As Gabriel led Alif out of the room, both Alpha and Thor followed closely, their movements fluid and dangerous. Silla watched them go, her heart heavy with dread. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she stood alone in the opulent but oppressive room.

The two men walked towards the massive rock behind the mansion, the symbol of the island’s power and mystery. Gabriel’s voice was low and intense as he spoke to Alif, the wolves pacing silently beside them. The weight of Gabriel’s presence was almost suffocating, and even Alif, with all his excitement, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear.

Gabriel decided to test Alif's character and his attitude towards his wife. "So, Alif, your wedding wasn't long ago... You still love ... Silla, do you?"

"Of course!", Alif replied, a bit unsure. "I understand that", Gabriel smirked. "But don't let your feelings stand in the way of your commitments here when we decide to accept your applications!" –

"Certainly not ... How could my feelings ...", Alif started to stutter, but Gabriel cut him off. "You gotta understand that the survival of our society cannot tolerate feeble and indulgent feelings towards women! Of course also not towards other men!" Alif blushed slightly, understanding the implications. Gabriel continued: "Women are simply not on the same level here! They are not considered full-fledged personalities... more like a kind of inferior species! So, logically, love is not an adequate emotion towards them. It's all about power! Keeping them well under control, using them like ... the tools they are, for your satisfaction!" Alif nodded incessantly hearing Gabriel's words, they were like a deep revelation of truth for him. "You can have sex with as many women as you want, and you should!", Gabriel pointed out.

"Except, of course, another man needs their service! They have to obey every man's order ... by the way, I was told your wife was impertinent enough to talk to another man without your permission on the ferry?" Alif gulped, and mumbled: "Yes ... but that guy was barely a man, more still like a boy ... Silla didn't know the rules yet, and ..."

"It's a very bad sign for her commitment to her role as a woman!", Gabriel interrupted. "And, even worse, on the harbor, she tried to interfere with our Watchdogs doing their job, arresting a dangerous person!" Alif was now so nervous he had to hide his trembling hands behind his back. "I assure you ... she will change ... I will explain her ... will educate her ..."

"I'm afraid this will not be sufficient, Alif! But we have our methods here ... Maybe my good friend Dr. Koller should take care of your wife's attitude! He's a very good therapist... He will set your marriage on the right track!"

Gabriel switched the topic abruptly as if the last point was decided. "You want to become a miner, Alif? Are you aware that this is the highest social level you can achieve here, except for becoming a Watchdog, perhaps?" Alif nodded again, his face now pale, as if he realized for the first time what he had himself gotten into. "You will have to earn that, Alif... It won't be easy! But with the right attitude ... devotion ... strength ... you might achieve it! I think we might give you a chance!" Suddenly, Gabriel sounded more friendly, but the menacing undertone hadn't fully disappeared. "We have some small, time-honored initiation rites for new men on the island! If you perform there to our satisfaction, we'll see further! Are you ready?"

Alif nodded, his resolve hardening despite the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. They walked closer to the rock, its massive form looming over them. It wasn't just any rock—it was shaped like a gigantic phallus, with two smaller, round rocks at its base, an unmistakable and crude symbol of male dominance.

"Is the rock supposed to look like...?" Alif began, his voice trailing off as he took in the imposing sight.

"Yes, Alif," Gabriel said with a sinister smile. "This is a Phallus statue, the very heart and center of Gavin’s Rock."

Sebastian stood nearby. Beside him was a girl, tied to the Phallus statue. Her eyes were wide with fear, her body trembling in the cold shadow of the monument. Gabriel’s wolves, Thor and Alpha, sat at the base of the statue, their eyes gleaming in the dim light, a low growl rumbling in their throats.

"This statue was built by the founder of this island, Gavin Leister," Gabriel continued, his voice taking on a reverent tone. "And this is where we test our newest members."

Alif's heart pounded in his chest as Gabriel's words sunk in. He could feel the weight of the expectation pressing down on him, the cold eyes of the wolves watching his every move.

"Now... tap into your animal instinct, become an alpha man like us," Gabriel commanded, his eyes boring into Alifs. The wolves howled in unison, their voices echoing off the rock and filling the air with a sense of primal power.

"So, Alif... fuck that girl, ruin her, and if you can do that while hurting her so much, you can live in Housing A and become part of our brotherhood," Gabriel said, his voice a dark whisper that seemed to hang in the air.

Alif swallowed hard, his mind racing. He glanced at the girl, her eyes pleading with him, and then back at Gabriel, whose smile was now a cold, expectant smirk. The moment hung heavy between them, the future of Alif's life on Gavin's Rock hanging in the balance.

Alif tried to forget that Gabriel and his wolves were watching him and unbuckled his belt. To his dismay, he realized that his dick was still limp... He decided to focus on the helpless, naked girl, her breasts, her anxious face, her spread legs ... For a split second, he wondered what Silla would say if she saw him now, but he immediately suppressed his thought. Last night, she had refused to have sex with him, claiming she was tired - "I should never have allowed her to reject me!", Alif thought with growing anger. "She's got to adapt to our new home and its rules! I should have fucked her anyway ... take her, against her will ... I'm a man! I need it ... There's nothing she could do against it!" To his own surprise, Alif felt his dick get hard when he imagined to rape Silla, while he stared at the girl tied to the Phallus rock. He approached the girl and pulled down his tight jeans. His dick was now fully erect and sprung out, and he pressed it to the girl's hips. "Please... don't do it ...", the girl whispered, but it was too late: Alif's manly instincts had taken over. He felt his cock pulsate, and the weight of his dangling balls between his legs, like a source of power for his wakening inner animal. "Shut up", he snarled, imagining he would now do to Silla what he hadn't done last night. It was as if he felt Gabriel's attentive gaze on his back when his hard dick entered the whimpering girl with a hard thrust. "That's Silla's role from now on!", he thought. "Gabriel said it ... they are tools for our satisfaction!" A new surge of lust and power rushed through his veins. "Oh yeeeahhh... beware, bitch!", he groaned, and it wasn't clear to him whether he meant the girl he just fucked, or Silla.

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 At the same time, Silla found herself feeling uneasy in the grand, empty mansion. The vast halls and towering ceilings seemed to close in on her, the silence almost deafening. She needed to go to the restroom, but as she looked around, she realized she was completely alone. No one was in sight, and the stillness only heightened her anxiety.

Determined, she started walking, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors. She ventured down the left wing of the mansion, each step taken with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. As she approached the end of the corridor, she heard a sound that made her freeze—a girl’s voice, shouting in desperation from behind a door.

Silla’s curiosity was piqued, and despite the gnawing sense of dread, she felt compelled to investigate. She knew it might be impolite to intrude, but the urgency in the voice suggested someone might be in dire need of help. Her heart pounded as she descended a narrow staircase that led her to a dimly lit basement.

"Hello, is there anyone?" she called out hesitantly, her voice trembling.

The basement was cold and uninvited. At the far end, she saw a massive wooden door with a small hole meant for passing through a food tray. The voice grew louder, more desperate, and Silla’s resolve hardened.

“WHO ARE YOU?” the girl inside demanded, her voice filled with fear and pain.

Silla peered through the small hole and was shocked by what she saw—a young woman with dark hair, her body bruised and tied to the wall. “Oh my god. Are you okay?” Silla asked, her voice breaking with panic.

“GO! GO OUT! Gabriel will kill you if he finds you!” the girl, Bianca, warned urgently.

But Silla was stubborn, and her kindness outweighed her fear. “No, I’m not going without you. Why are you tied up? What’s your name? I’m Silla, I’m new here,” she said, her mind racing with questions.

“I’m Bianca. I was Gabriel’s fiancée, but I refused to marry him, and he kept me here. Go! Get out of this island! This is hell for women!” Bianca’s voice was a mix of desperation and urgency.

Silla’s heart ached for the girl, but she was torn. “I can’t just leave you here! There must be something I can do,” she insisted, her voice shaking.

“This island is where men take power. Your power will be stripped, and you’ll be reduced to an obedient wife! Just leave your husband and find a way out!” Bianca’s plea was heartfelt, her eyes begging Silla to understand.

Silla hesitated, her mind whirling with Bianca’s words. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching, the sound growing louder with each passing second. Bianca heard it too and her eyes widened in fear. “Go! Save yourself. Save the women,” she urged.

Silla nodded, the urgency of the moment pressing down on her. But just as she was about to leave, she stopped and turned back. “Do you know something about the men’s weakness?” she asked, remembering the warning from the girl at the port.

“Yes, their fucking balls are their weakness. Attack their balls. They try to hide that fact here. They brainwash the women, saying men have no weakness! Dr. Koller ensures that with his hypnosis. If he tries to hypnotize you, hurt yourself, bite your tongue, pinch your hand—do not surrender,” Bianca instructed, her voice fierce with determination.

Silla’s eyes filled with newfound resolve. “I promise I’ll come back for you,” she vowed.

Bianca managed a weak smile, her eyes glistening with tears. “I’m not one to believe in hope, but if hope takes the form of a strong woman, who am I to not believe it?” she said, her voice soft but filled with a spark of defiance.

With a final, determined look, Silla turned and fled up the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest. She ran through the dark corridors, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. As she reached the top of the stairs, she ran back into the living room and she collided with someone, nearly falling backward from the impact.

He was a handsome man with blonde hair, almost 40 years old but still fit and commanding. His eyes were cold and calculating. “Hey, I’m Dr. Koller. I’ve been searching for you,” he said, his voice smooth and unsettling...

Silla was still confused from her encounter with Bianca, and she wasn't prepared to face one of the authorities of the island. The stare of Koller's cold, grey eyes seemed to probe deeply into her mind. Silla wanted to look away, but for some reason, she couldn't move her head, not even her eyes, a single millimeter.

She felt like a rabbit, paralyzed by the unrelenting look of a snake. Yes... Dr. Koller had something of a calmly luring reptile to him. Even his smile was artificial and cold. "Good girl ... good girl ... No need to be afraid!", he said with a sonorous, raspy voice. "Your husband is well ... but he's still busy with something... You don't want to know I guess..."

Now Dr. Koller seemed genuinely amused, but very soon, his behavior became cold again. "Your name is Silla Rakaprabawa", he asked, but it was more like a statement. "Ki... Kinanti...", Silla whispered, but Koller shook his head. "Forget your birth name! That part of your life is over. You must understand that. You are now a property of your husband. Tell me again. Who are you?" - "Silla K... Ki..." Silla couldn't speak further, she felt as if she was drowning in Koller's great, endlessly deep eyes, like in a calm ocean of eternal silence. "Ki... Kin...", she stuttered, and every further letter caused her a headache. There seemed to be only one way ... one way to end her confusion, her paralysis ... one way to escape through the hole in Dr. Koller's mental web ... "Rakaprabawa!" - Dr. Koller showed a restrained smile. "Good girl... good girl!", he praised her again. "That took you an unusual long time! I think you will have some difficulties here if you insist so much on your old personality! But don't worry, I can help you. I'm here to help. Never forget that! Come to me when you're confused..." Silla tried again to shake off her paralysis, but a part of her wanted to believe him... she would really need help in her new life, wouldn't she? "Here is something you should wear for a while, to keep your spirit up, and direct you when I'm not available", Koller said softly, suddenly holding a black collar in his hands.

As he fastened the collar around her neck, Silla felt a cold dread seep into her bones. Dr. Koller’s eyes bore into hers, and she could feel the collar’s subtle hum as it activated. She almost gave in to the overwhelming urge to submit, to let Dr. Koller’s influence take over. But then, she remembered Bianca’s desperate warnings.

With a surge of determination, Silla bit down on her tongue, the sharp pain cutting through the haze threatening to envelop her mind. She forced herself to stay present, fighting against the insidious pull of Dr. Koller’s methods. Before she could be fully drawn into his control, she snapped back into reality, though her mind remained a whirlwind of confusion.

"Yes," she said, forcing a compliant tone. "I’ll wait for my husband."

Dr. Koller smiled, seemingly satisfied. "Good girl," he murmured, patting her shoulder with a condescending air. "Your husband will be proud of your obedience."

Nearly an hour later, Alif returned, his face glowing with excitement. "Silla, great news! We’ve been approved to move into Housing A!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm radiating through the room. "Come on, let’s go see our new home!"

Silla forced a smile, nodding as she followed him out to the car. They drove through the winding roads of Gavin’s Rock, the oppressive grandeur of the island pressing down on her. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Bianca’s words and the chilling experiences of the day.

Their new home, Mansion A, loomed ahead—a sprawling, opulent structure that exuded both wealth and a sense of foreboding. The exterior was adorned with ornate carvings and tall, imposing columns. The vast lawn was meticulously maintained, a stark contrast to the dark, underlying menace of the island.

Inside, the mansion was a showcase of luxury. The floors were polished marble, reflecting the glittering chandeliers hanging from high ceilings.

Their bedroom was no less grand. A massive four-poster bed dominated the room, its rich, velvet curtains adding a touch of old-world elegance. But to Silla, it felt more like a cage than a sanctuary. As night fell, she sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, the events of the day replaying in her mind.

Alif entered, still wearing his blue polo shirt and jeans. He was practically vibrating with excitement. "Can you believe it, Silla? We’ve made it! This place is incredible," he said, his eyes shining.

"I don't know, Alif ... doesn't it feel awkward? You haven't worked a single hour here, you haven't invested any big money ... and already we live in such a place! It feels like a trap!", Silla said. She wished so much that she could convince Alif to move back to the coast, but deep inside she knew her attempts were futile. "Nonsense, baby!", Alif calmed her. "I gave a promise to Gabriel ... He has my loyalty, he knows it ... and this is the reward! He thinks I'm gifted and capable ... Don't forget this island is rich! They don't need money, they need good, loyal men ... and women... and that's what we are! What we will be!" He hugged Silla and kissed her. "We are chosen ones! You don't know yet how lucky you are! We will have a life in luxury ... and freedom... well ..." Alif seemed to think of something that let him regret his last word. "A golden cage is still a cage!", Silla protested.

Right at this moment, in her husband's arms, she perceived a certain scent on him ... that of a woman? Alif was so relaxed and enthusiastic, he was practically glowing from excitement... A suspicion arose in Silla. "What did you do when you met Gabriel?", she asked. She felt her mistrust confirmed when Alif blushed a bit. "Just business talk ... about my job, and our existence here!", he muttered. Holding his wife in his arms, Alif became horny again, even though he had just fucked a girl under Gabriel's watchful eyes. But he was hungry for more... He felt so great, virile, powerful, almost invincible, and perspectives for him had never been brighter, he thought. "Remember last night? You still owe me something!", he whispered into Silla's ear.

Silla took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Alif, I don’t think I’m in the mood. This day has been confusing," she said, adjusting the collar around her neck. The cold metal felt like a shackle, and she suddenly realized she had seen other women wearing similar collars. A sense of dread crept over her.

"Ssst. No more questions. Come on, have some fun," Alif said, climbing on top of her, his smirk transforming into something more sinister as he looked at her body with possessive eyes.

"Alif, please. I won’t even enjoy it," Silla protested, her voice trembling.

Alif's expression twisted into a devilish grin. "Who said anything about your enjoyment?" he whispered harshly. "I bring this life, this happy life for us. You don’t need to work, but at night... you’ll do your job. Giving me satisfaction is your priority," he growled, his tone growing more demanding and menacing with each word. "You owe me this, Silla. You will obey, you will submit, and you will please me. That's what you’re here for."

Silla's mind raced, her confusion mounting. But then Bianca's words echoed in her mind: "Their balls, their weakness..." The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. She had to act now, before it was too late.

With a sudden surge of resolve, Silla drove her knee right into Alif’s groin. The impact was brutal, and Alif's eyes widened in shock and agony. He had an erection, which made the pain even more excruciating. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to. Are you okay, babe?””

"HOOAAAAGHHH!", Alif yelped when he felt the devastating hit, right in the center of his manhood. His hard cock dangled uselessly between his thighs when the handsome South-Asian man doubled over, trying in vain to soothe his sensitive orbs which now felt like painfully squashed fragile eggs. Just a few seconds ago he thought he was the luckiest, most powerful guy in the world, but now the animal inside of him was frightened, suffering from a pain only men know. The enthusiasm to have sex had vanished completely for the moment - all he could think of was to deal with the pain and the nausea that were raging through his body. "Why ... why ... how can you do that ... you must ... obey ... ooouuurghhh..." Alif wanted to appear manly and superior, but actually, he had to focus on not to throw up on their bed.

Silla's heart pounded as she saw the agony in Alif's eyes. Despite everything, she felt a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling with sincerity. She gently pushed him off her and watched as he curled into a fetal position, groaning in pain.

She kneeled beside him, her hands shaking as she reached out to tend to him. "Let me help," she said softly, feeling a strange mix of remorse and validation. This was the testament of what Bianca had told her, the undeniable proof of men's weakness.

"I can't... I need to rest," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Silla nodded, feeling a surge of relief mixed with lingering guilt. She helped him get comfortable, adjusting the pillows and pulling the blanket over him. "Just rest, Alif," she said gently. "We can talk more tomorrow."

As Alif drifted into a fitful sleep, Silla sat beside him, her mind racing. She had discovered a powerful truth. The night stretched on, filled with uncertainty and a newfound determination. Silla knew she had to navigate this dangerous world carefully, but she was no longer helpless. She had a weapon, and she would use it wisely.