Gavin's Rock (Chapter 7) - The Routledge Brothers

 

In The General Kitchen.

2 Weeks After The Harpoon Incident

The dimly lit basement of the General Kitchen buzzed with a tense energy as Dinah opened her laptop, the soft glow from the screen casting shadows across the worried faces around her. The sound of keys clacking echoed in the room, a stark contrast to the heavy silence that had settled over the group. Dinah pulled up a spreadsheet, the culmination of two weeks of harrowing raids and narrow escapes. She turned the screen toward the others, her face serious but tinged with a hint of pride.

“We’ve saved 70 women,” Dinah announced, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. The spreadsheet displayed the names, ages, and brief notes about each woman they had rescued—many from the clutches of men who had considered them property. “Thirty of them have already been smuggled out on cargo ships, thanks to you, Madelyn.”

Madelyn offered a small, weary smile in return, her eyes betraying the exhaustion that no amount of rest seemed to cure. She’d been pivotal in arranging the escape routes, using connections she’d carefully cultivated over years of survival on this hellish island.

Bianca, leaning against the cold concrete wall, raised an eyebrow. “How did you manage that? The guy didn’t seem like one of the usual scum around here. He didn’t seem... evil.”

Madelyn’s expression softened, a rare moment of vulnerability passing over her face. “His name’s Kevin. He’s a reporter—married to a female wrestler, if you can believe that. He’s a feminist, I guess. Tried to get me off this island four years ago, but I was too scared back then.” She sighed, a deep, weary sound. “He gave me his contact, and when I reached out, he didn’t hesitate to help. He arranged the shipping.”

Silla, who had been quietly listening, broke into a smile. “That’s fantastic. We need all the allies we can get. The next shipment is two weeks from now, so we need to move quickly. We’ve got 25 more women to send. As for the others who want to stay and fight, like Erin, we’ll give them simpler costumes to hide their identities while they help us.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the group, before settling on Bianca. “Bi, how’s the training going?”

Bianca grinned, the ferocity that had kept her alive on this island shining through. “They’re getting better. They’ve got the spirit. I’ve been teaching them the basics—kicking to the groin, squeezing, hitting... You know, the essentials.” She chuckled darkly, the sound more predatory than amused. “We’ve been having fun.”

But as her eyes shifted to Madelyn, her expression hardened. “Mads, you’ve been late to training lately. You need to be stronger. We’re going to be up against tougher men, and we can’t afford any weaknesses.”

Madelyn’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—tiredness, perhaps, or maybe resignation. Her voice was hollow when she finally spoke. “Chase has been... different lately. More frustrated, more violent. Gabriel’s been putting pressure on him to capture us, but he doesn’t even know where to start. He’s taking it out on me. I’m just... his punching bag now.”

Silla’s jaw tightened, her anger barely contained. “We’ll hit back, Mads. When the time comes, you’ll have the pleasure of castrating that bastard yourself, but we need to be careful. We need to be ready.”

Bianca stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low, harsh tone. “Mads, I know it’s hard, but I’m going to be realistic with you. You’re not a natural fighter. You need practice. Not just for your sake, but for all of us. We can’t afford to have a weak link that we need to protect.”

Madelyn swallowed hard, the truth of Bianca’s words stinging more than she wanted to admit. “I’ll try,” she whispered, her resolve wavering but present. “So, what’s our next move?”

Dinah, who had been quietly thinking, finally spoke up. “I’ll spend my time at Damian’s house tonight. He mentioned something... a singer, someone named Hayes or something. I need to find out what he meant.”

Madelyn’s face suddenly drained of color, the name bringing a flood of memories she had fought to bury. Her hands trembled slightly, the fear almost tangible as she stared into the distance, the demons of her past seemingly resurfacing with a vengeance.

Gabriel, Dr. Koller, Chase Routledge and Sebastian were waiting at the small heliport next to Gabriel's mansion, looking up at the sky from time to time. Chase and Sebastian were somewhat nervous, they still didn't know whom they were expecting to arrive. "Gabriel ... As the Chief Watchdog, I'm responsible for the security on Gavin's Rock!", Chase reminded his boss gravely. "I think you should really let me know by now the identity of our dignified visitor!" Gabriel smirked. "It's enough if Dr. Koller and me know it, believe me. You will see, that visitor will initiate a turning of events! One of the best ideas I've had recently!" Dr. Koller bit on his lips, and looked down at his shining black shoes. Actually, it had been him who had proposed the idea to Gabriel, but as usual, their unfailing leader had claimed the idea immediately as his own.

At that point, they heard the typical sound of an approaching helicopter. Gabriel gave a signal to one of his assistants, and the pompous hymn of the island was blaring from a set of loudspeakers, loud enough so it could be heard in spite of the landing machine. Two rows of Watchdog troopers stood to the left and right of the heliport, saluting the guest. The hatch of the helicopter opened, and an imposing figure stepped out, a charismatic and athletic man with sunglasses, which he took off as soon as he saw Gabriel. Chase gasped, as if he was under shock, when he recognized the visitor. The man walked towards the island's leader, stopped two meters in front of him, and knelt down.

"Rise, my friend!", Gabriel addressed him. "Welcome back to Gavin's Rock!" - "It's a great honor to be here ... again!", the visitor, Hayes Routledge, replied in the same grave tone. Hayes stood up, and shook hands with Gabriel. Chase, meanwhile, had recovered from the first shock, and turned to Koller. "You should have told me about this!", he hissed. "Inviting my brother! You know we've had some ... quarrels ... I grant you, he will cause more problems than you think he will solve!"

Koller stayed cool. "I, ehm, ... I mean, Gabriel had the idea that we need someone to ... raise the spirit of our men! And your brother is just the right person for this! He knows our society, our attitude, and he's a big star in the US and Europe... almost as big as Shawn 'The Lion'... His songs about male strength and pride are ... inspiring! Well, actually, to be honest, I personally prefer classical music ... but I know that my son and his friends are enthusiastic fans of Hayes ... I think they will freak out when they learn he's here with us!" - "My brother the superstar! A singer!", Chase grumbled. "A singer won't help us! We need fighters, not entertainers!" - "Don't underestimate the power of psychology and propaganda!", Koller smiled condescendingly.  "As Gabriel said, we believe that Hayes' concert will be a turning point! You will see!"

 Hayes walked toward Chase with a swagger that exuded confidence, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Chase could feel the tension in his own body, every muscle taut as he watched his brother approach. Hayes wasn’t just a singer—Chase knew that all too well. Behind the charismatic facade, Hayes possessed a power that rivaled his own. If Gabriel’s father hadn’t sent Hayes away years ago to gather more men for Gavin’s Rock, Chase sometimes wondered if his brother might have surpassed him in influence.

Gabriel, sensing the undercurrent of rivalry between the two brothers, gestured toward Chase with a commanding air. "Hayes will be staying in a new house near yours, Chase. This weekend, we’re hosting a big party—a concert to celebrate masculinity. You know what to do, right, Hayes?"

Hayes nodded, his smile widening into something almost sinister. "Of course, my leader. I’ll be more than happy to assist here, especially knowing that our homeland, the Island of Men, was brought to its knees by a few women..." His laugh was sharp, almost mocking, and it grated on Chase’s nerves.

Gabriel turned his attention to Chase, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Chase, you’re in for quite the reunion, aren’t you? I’ll leave you two to catch up." With that, Gabriel strode away, followed by Sebastian and Dr. Koller, leaving the two brothers standing alone on the heliport.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Hayes leaned in close to Chase, his voice a venomous whisper. "Incompetent as always, brother."

The words stung, but Chase stood his ground, his eyes narrowing. The two of them looked eerily alike, both tall and imposing, though Hayes’s hair was darker, giving him a more sinister edge. "You don’t know a damn thing about what’s happening here, Hayes. Don’t act like you’re the golden boy of Gavin’s Rock. You’re nothing but a coward who ran away from this island."

Hayes chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. "Let’s see about that..." He paused, his eyes glinting with malice. "And how’s Madelyn? I bet she misses my dick more than anything." The words dripped with contempt, each syllable a deliberate jab at Chase’s pride.

Chase’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. But before he could retort, Hayes turned away, his laughter echoing through the air as he walked toward his waiting car. The tension between them was palpable, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

The Next Day

The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Madelyn busied herself cleaning the house, her mind wandering as she moved from room to room. The mundane task was a welcome distraction from the chaos that seemed to consume her life. As she straightened a stack of magazines, her phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. She picked it up, seeing Silla’s name on the screen.

“Hey, what’s up with you? You were acting weird yesterday,” Silla’s voice came through the line, filled with concern.

Madelyn hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of the countertop. “It’s nothing,” she replied, trying to sound casual. “How’s Alif?”

Silla’s tone shifted, a mix of amusement and frustration coloring her words. “Well, for the past two weeks, he hasn’t been able to get an erection. He’s so frustrated that he actually punched his own balls. I didn’t have to lift a finger. It’s almost poetic, really—him trying to climb on top of me but not being able to perform. Pathetic.”

Madelyn couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image, but the sound caught in her throat when she heard the front door creak open. She froze, her heart skipping a beat. “Weird,” she whispered, more to herself than to Silla. “Chase shouldn’t be home this early...”

The laughter died in her throat, replaced by a sudden wave of dread. She could hear footsteps approaching, each one deliberate, echoing through the quiet house. The phone slipped from her hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud as she turned toward the hallway, her mind racing.

Whoever had just walked through that door, she had a feeling they weren’t here for a friendly visit.

Madelyn rushed to the entrance hall with a very bad feeling in her guts. Her instinct told her to flee, but she knew she couldn't do that. "He wouldn't dare ... after all those years ... I'm married to Chase now", she thought confusedly. She had expected Hayes already, and had imagined how their reunion would be, but still she was stunned when she saw him in her house. Her face went white, and she couldn't utter a word. Hayes eyeballed her, and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. "Madelyn! I see you're excited to see me!", he exclaimed. "I bet you're already wet just seeing me again! Don't you want to welcome your brother-in-law, the love of your life, and ... your new neighbor?" Madelyn felt shaky, as if this encounter was one of those bad dreams she'd had about Hayes. She tried to feign a friendly smile. "Hayes ... nice to see you again ...", she stammered. "Where is Chase?"

"Some Watchdog business, who the hell knows!", Hayes said. "He's busy assuring the security of my first concert on the island! Your husband is a kind of policeman, and I'm ... a star! You must be so proud of him!" Hayes smiled sarcastically. "I bet you got all my records?" Without asking, he reached for the shelf where Chase stored his records, but was disappointed to find not a single one of his albums. "Ugh, just this Country&Western shit ... 'City Boys and Farm Girls' ... 'Women of Cockville' ... 'Town of Men" ... and this untalented Shawn Mendes! Chase always had a horrible taste of music!" He turned to Madelyn, and pulled her towards him on her hips. She could feel his hardening dick pressing on her crotch. "Hayes! Let me ... let go of me! Chase might come in any moment..." She tried to free herself from his grip, but it was impossible for her. She thought of some of Bianca's lessons, but she was so confused and intimidated she couldn't remember them, or was too afraid to make use of them. "Do you feel how much I missed you?", Hayes asked her. "I can have any girl I want ... but you were my teenage love! I never could forget you! And ... it's fun to steal the favorite toy of my brother!" Hayes  laughed evilly, and took Madelyn's anxious face in his big hands. "Kiss me", he ordered.

Madelyn instinctively turned her face away, her heart pounding in her chest, but Hayes was relentless. He grabbed her chin with rough fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze, and then crushed his lips against hers in a kiss that was more a display of dominance than affection. The taste of him was bitter, filled with the memories of a past she’d tried to bury.

"I fuckin’ missed you," Hayes murmured against her lips, his voice low and dripping with arrogance. "I’ve fucked a lot of girls, but none of them are like you. The only thing I regret about leaving this island is letting you marry my stupid brother. You’re mine, Madelyn."

Madelyn felt a surge of anger rise within her, her skin crawling at his touch. She ripped her face away from his grasp, her eyes blazing with defiance. "I don’t belong to anyone!" she spat, the words laced with venom as she glared at him.

Hayes wiped the spit from his face, his expression hardening, but she could see the flicker of hesitation in his eyes. He wouldn’t tell Chase or any of the other men—admitting that his advances had been rejected would be too humiliating for him. His pride wouldn’t allow it.

"I’m not a fuckin’ toy," she added, her voice firm despite the trembling in her hands.

Hayes’s lips curled into a sneer. "What? Talking back to a man? Didn’t my brother teach you how to be a good wife, Mads? You’re changing. You used to be so sensitive, delicate like a flower. Since when did you get this attitude? If he failed to teach you, maybe I can show you how to talk to men..."

He pulled her closer, his grip tightening painfully on her arm. But Madelyn had reached her breaking point. The years of abuse, the constant fear, and now this—Hayes’s audacity to claim ownership over her like she was some kind of possession—ignited a fire in her that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

"I’m not a toy. I’m a human!" she shouted, her voice shaking with fury.

Before Hayes could react, Madelyn drove her knee upward with all the strength she could muster. Her knee connected squarely with his groin, the impact so forceful that it sent a shockwave of pain through Hayes’s body. There was a sickening thud as her knee collided with his balls, the sound almost echoing in the small space.

Hayes’s face contorted in agony, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he doubled over, his hands instinctively flying to clutch his injured manhood. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, radiating from his groin and spreading through his entire body like wildfire. He staggered backward, his knees buckling as he struggled to stay upright, but the intensity of the blow was too much.

Madelyn stood over him, her chest heaving as she watched him writhe in pain. For the first time in a long time, she felt powerful. She couldn’t hurt Chase but at least one Routledge brother fell on his knee.

Hayes looked up at Madelyn in disbelief. He had never imagined that a woman could bring a man like him down like this. In vain, he tried to soothe his hurting balls with his hands, and frustration was added to his suffering when he noticed his dick was flaccid now. Holding on to the wall, with shaking legs, he tried to stand straight again. "I will ... make you suffer for this...", he promised Madelyn. "I thought I would go easy on you, and we'd have a romantic day together ... Now you will pay! And I don't care what my stupid brother says..." After her short-lived feeling of strength, Madelyn's fear came back. Despite her kick, Hayes was still able to stand, and his spirit seemed unbroken. "If Bianca had hit him, he would be still on the ground crying", she regretted. "She was right ... I should've done more training..." Hayes tried to reach for her again, but she avoided his attempt, and ran to the entrance door. But to her surprise, she found it locked, and the key was gone. "That bastard must have locked it, and taken the key!", Madelyn  realized. "Why didn't I lock the door... why didn't I take the key ..." But she decided it was futile to think about it now. Seeing Hayes stumble towards her with the wrath of a humiliated man, she ran up the stairs. "I will lock myself up in the sleeping room until Chase returns", she thought in growing fear.

Hayes staggered up the stairs, his hand clutching his groin as he limped with each painful step. The throbbing in his balls was unbearable, a relentless reminder of Madelyn’s defiance. His face twisted in a grimace, sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to compose himself. "Arghhh. Fucking bitch!" he snarled through gritted teeth, his voice echoing through the hallway as he reached the bedroom door where Madelyn had locked herself in.

He pounded on the door with one hand, still gripping his throbbing groin with the other. "Come on, you can’t run from me!" he shouted, his voice laced with fury. "I can break this door down and when I do, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be begging for mercy! Remember prom? Me and Chase—both of us tasting you. You’re just a bitch with no power, no choice in your destiny. I’m gonna take you away, Madelyn!"

His threats were cut short by an unexpected sound—the sharp crack of a breaking window downstairs. Hayes paused, his anger momentarily replaced by confusion. Then he heard it: the unmistakable click of high heels against the hardwood floor, a steady rhythm that sent a chill down his spine. Click. Click. Click.

He turned, eyes narrowing as a figure emerged from the shadows at the base of the stairs. A girl, petite yet commanding, clad in a black hooded costume that clung to her lithe frame, accentuating her curves in a way that was both alluring and intimidating. Despite the darkness of her attire, there was no mistaking the confidence in her stride.

The girl looked up at him, her eyes glinting beneath the hood. "Hmm, I don’t know you," she said, her voice calm, almost playful, as she ascended the stairs. "You must be new here... Big boy. Let her go. If you want to play, let's do it my way." She paused, a smirk curling her lips as she added with a mocking tone, "But I guess you’re too chicken. Big boy with a small dick couldn’t even do anything."

Hayes bristled at her words, his anger flaring once more. But there was something about this girl—something unsettling in the way she moved, the way she spoke. It was as if she knew exactly how to get under his skin.

As she reached the top of the stairs, the girl tilted her head, scrutinizing him with a knowing look. "Oh," she said, recognition dawning in her eyes. "You’re a Routledge. You look like Chase." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "I made his three admirals cry. One of them is still traumatized. So... I suggest you walk away, or you’ll be dealing with twice the pain you’re feeling now."

Hayes barely had time to process her words before she was upon him, sliding between his legs with a fluid grace that took him completely off guard. Before he could react, her fist shot upward, delivering a brutal uppercut to his already aching balls. The impact was devastating, a shockwave of pain that doubled him over instantly. The force of the blow was so intense that a choked, pitiful sound escaped his lips, more a gasp than a scream.

"She’s not your prey," Silla hissed, her voice cold and unyielding as she straightened up, looking down at him with contempt. "Now fight me, you big boy moron!"

Hayes couldn't believe what happened to him. He had imagined that day totally different, anticipating to feel intense pleasure on his manhood, not this devastating pain that almost caused his whole nervous system to collapse. "Aaaarghhh, wait... bitch ... who the hell are you?!" Silla smiled. "Just call me S", she gave back. "Ever heard of BDSM?" Hayes shook his head: "Isn't that some kind of perversion?" But then it struck him: This had to be one of those rebelling women Gabriel had told him about - those women who had unsettled the men of Gavin's Rock so much that Gabriel thought it necessary to encourage them with one of his concerts. "If I kill that bitch now, he will reward me", Hayes thought. Trying to suppress the sensation of pain radiating from his crotch, he raised his body slowly, and then threw a surprising punch at Silla - not as hard as he had wished, but hard enough to bring a fragile woman like her down if it hit her. "Never underestimate an angry man fighting for the honor of his sex!", he yelled.  "Ha! Missed me, superstar! You're a real disappointment! Slow and weak! I hope your brother is a more worthy opponent!" said Silla.

Hayes clenched his fists in helpless rage. "You will see I'm the stronger Routledge! Feel my wrath!" With that, he aimed at her again - and this time he hit her! Silla stumbled, holding on to the railing to not fall down the stairs behind her.

“You’re good,” she admitted, her voice calm, almost amused. “Much better than the other men. But still… a man. Weak-ass creature.”

She had to admit, Hayes was imposing, his tall, muscular frame dwarfing hers. But he wasn’t bigger than Micky, and she had taken him down with strategy and precision. And she was about to do the same to Hayes. Her eyes narrowed, and without warning, she spun on her heel, delivering a swift, powerful kick to his neck.

“Shit!” Hayes gasped, shocked by her speed and skill. He staggered, his hand flying to his throat as he tried to recover from the blow. He hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected her to fight back with such ferocity, such expertise.

But Silla wasn’t finished. She moved in closer, her hand darting forward with lightning speed, and before Hayes could react, she grabbed him by the bulge. Her fingers tightened around his balls with brutal force, squeezing so hard that Hayes’s knees buckled, and his mouth opened in a silent scream.

The look of sheer agony on his face was a glorious victory for Silla. She could feel the power surging through her, the control she had over him, and it was intoxicating. “I don’t have castrating you in my agenda today,” she hissed, her voice dripping with mockery. “So consider yourself lucky. I’m giving you a chance to get off this island. But if you stay… I’ll make sure you lose your manhood for good. You’ll be begging your brother to give you what you’ve lost.”

Silla laughed, the sound cold and merciless, as she paraded Hayes down the stairs, her grip on his balls unrelenting. He stumbled after her, his face contorted in pain, utterly humiliated as she led him through the house like a defeated animal.

“Easy to handle,” Silla taunted, her voice carrying through the empty hallway. “Just so you know, this is the new Gavin’s Rock. This isn’t a place for men like you anymore. Down on the fucking ground, licking dirt!”

With one final, vicious squeeze, Silla let go and pushed Hayes forward, sending him sprawling onto the floor. He landed hard, the wind knocked out of him, his hands instinctively clutching his groin in a futile attempt to soothe the unbearable pain.

“I think you should go before people find out you’re a huge fraud,” Silla sneered, standing over him, her eyes cold and victorious. “Bye-bye, the other Routledge!”

Hayes' ego was shattered, he felt totally deranged and (though he would never admit it) even scared. It seemed like a sort of black magic to him that such a small woman could handle him like that. But the pain between his legs was so unnerving that he couldn't go on fighting anymore. Tears came to his eyes when he realized that this was the biggest humiliation in his life so far. But, he thought, he was still lucky that no one else saw him like this.

When they reached the door, Silla held up her left hand, while her right hand was still clenched around his poor aching testicles. "The key!", she ordered. "Fast! Or ... I'll crack your eggs here and now!" With shaking hands, Hayes searched for the key in his jeans pocket, and handed it to Silla. "Smart boy", Silla praised him sarcastically. She opened the door, and shoved him through the frame so abruptly he fell down outside, with his face in the short grass and mud of the Routledge's front yard. "And don't you dare to come back! I'll be around sooner than you think! And if you tell Chase and the Watchdogs, I'll castrate both of you bros!" With this threat, Silla slammed the door shut, and Hayes lay there for a while to deal with the shock and pain he was in, before he limply started to crawl towards his own house. "No one saw it ... I'll pretend it didn't happen ... It was just an illusion! A bad dream!", he tried to persuade himself. "Chase should deal with them ... that's his job ... I'm just here to play that concert! Hope I'll be fine until then ... aaarghhh ..."

A bit later, Damian, Yello and Lucas were getting ready for the concert in Dr. Koller's dressing room. "Can you believe this! Hayes Routledge! Giving a concert on Gavin's Rock - just for us men!" Damian was enthusiastic. The boys were dressing in tight blue jeans and black fan shirts showing Hayes in a rock-star pose. "I hope he'll play 'The faltering whore!' That's my favorite song of him!" - "I like 'My dick in her' most", Lucas grinned. "The 'Male honor' hymn is also great!", Yello added. "It's Jonah's favorite song of Hayes - although he prefers 'The Lion' as a singer ..." - "Your brother is an idiot!", Damian scoffed. "Shawn the Lion! He's a softie compared to Hayes! Probably your great Jonah is a wimp, too!" Yello got angry. "No, he's not! He would shut you up in a second!" Before the two boys could get in a fight, Lucas intervened. "They're both good singers, and real men! But I'd say, Shawn is a star mostly for teenagers, while Hayes attracts real men! - By the way, Yello, you're not really looking forward to the concert? You look somehow worried!"

Yello nodded. "Well, after all those incidents recently ... the attack on the men in the Harpoon ... don't you think those BDSM terrorists could try to ... strike again? This gas ... you heard about its effects ... and ... what happened to Micky..." Yello stopped, and gulped.

"You're really a fucking coward!", Damian mocked him. "The security will be on top notch! No handful of bitches in costumes would dare to show up there! And if they do ... let them come! I'm ready for them!" Damian flexed his muscles in front of the mirror of the dressing room. Yello wasn't fully convinced, but he pretended to believe Damian. "Right, buddy", he sighed. "We're ready for them..." - "I wonder how it feels ... to not be able to have a hard-on for weeks ... no fucking, not even jerking off ...", Lucas wondered. Damian looked at him, puzzled. "Now you also start to worry, huh? You're both fucking cowards! It won't happen! And... my dad told me that most of the men who inhaled the gas have already recovered... so it's not permanent! We mustn't be scared of them! Those BDSM whores in their silly costumes won't change our way of living!" - "I guess you're right, Damian!", Lucas said. "This terror will end soon, the world will be as before ... no doubt about that! And now, boys... let's go! Hayes Routledge is waiting for his biggest fans!"

The Concert at Gavin’s Rock City Hall

The Gavin’s Rock City Hall, a grand structure in the eastern part of the island, was abuzz with the energy of the night. The hall was packed with men—Goldminers in their flannel shirts and blue jeans, their rugged appearance a testament to the hard labor that had earned them their place here. The Watchdogs, tasked with maintaining order but eager to enjoy the night themselves, lined the perimeter, their denim jackets marking them as the island’s enforcers.

In the VIP section, elevated above the rest, Gabriel Leister sat with an air of authority. Beside him were his trusted lieutenants—Chase Routledge, Sebastian Giraldo, and Dr. Paul Koller. The VIP area was luxurious compared to the rest of the hall, with plush seating and an array of female slaves reserved exclusively for the island’s elite. Gabriel’s eyes lingered on one of the slaves, a girl who bore a striking resemblance to Bianca. His brow furrowed slightly as he studied her—there was something in her features, something familiar, yet he knew it wasn’t her. She’s not Bianca, he thought to himself, but the resemblance was unsettling nonetheless.

As the hall filled with anticipation, Rudy, one of the three admirals under Chase’s command, approached the VIP section. He gave a sharp salute before reporting the security details to Gabriel and Chase.

"Sir," Rudy began, his voice firm and steady, "we have fifty Watchdogs stationed throughout the hall. Two of our strongest—Blake and Joshua—are guarding Hayes at all times." He gestured toward the stage where Hayes Routledge would soon perform, the spotlight of the evening.

Gabriel nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Good," he said simply, his tone conveying approval.

Rudy continued, outlining the security protocol with precision. "I will personally lead the operations here inside the hall, ensuring everything runs smoothly. Cole is in charge of securing the entrance—he’ll be monitoring all comings and goings to prevent any unauthorized access. Froy is on patrol around the perimeter, keeping an eye on the surrounding areas to ensure no one approaches unnoticed. The three admirals are ready to serve you and execute any commands."

Gabriel leaned back in his seat, clearly pleased with the arrangements. "That’s great," he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "Now we can enjoy the concert."

With the security measures in place, the VIPs allowed themselves to relax. The hall's lights dimmed slightly, signaling the start of the evening’s entertainment. The Watchdogs, though vigilant, couldn’t help but share in the excitement, their eyes occasionally drifting toward the stage where Hayes was about to perform. They prepared for a night that promised to be a showcase of power, pride, and masculinity—a celebration of everything Gavin’s Rock stood for.

As the first chords of music began to fill the air, the crowd roared in approval. Gabriel’s thoughts drifted back to the girl who resembled Bianca, but only for a moment. Tonight, he thought, is a night to celebrate.

After the opening song, "King of the Street", the crowd of men was already out of their minds. They roared and cheered as loud as they could, singing the chorus of the song again and again. All the worries and feelings of a threatening change that had accumulated over the past weeks was forgotten, and they had regained their old, manly attitude and optimism. Gabriel and Koller had apparently been right: it had just needed a bit of distraction from all the negative and frightening news to rebuild the fighting spirit of the island's men. Some of them had become victims, for the first time in their lives, in the 'Harpoon', but just one or two days before the concert, they had been able again to have a hard-on, and immediately they were (almost) as cocky and dominant as ever. Now Hayes' lyrics supported their mental recovery.

Damian, Yello and Lucas were also enthusiastically celebrating Hayes' songs, and they were already somewhat dizzy, because Damian had, as he said, brought his two best friends with him: Jack and Daniel - namely, two bottles of Whiskey. "My two best friends - except you two, of course!", Damian joked, as he handed the open bottle to Yello. Meanwhile, Hayes had started the song "The Ring of Fire". The boys knew it by heart, line by line, and sang the song together with Hayes and the many other men in the arena. The tense, ritualistic scenery caused them goosebumps. "It's from the 'Gang Wars' album - one of his best!", Damian told his friends, impressing them with his detailed knowledge about his idol's opus. The rock musician stood on the stage like a legendary hero opposing a rising storm, invincible and dauntless. His torso, and the prominent bulge in his jeans, were almost as impressive as Chase's. However, Hayes was glad that his audience didn't know about the ongoing pain in his manhood - it had even been painful for him to put on his signature tight jeans over his bruised, swelling balls. But everyone would have to admit he played the superior, charismatic man on the stage very convincingly. "The next song is called 'My dick in her'!", he roared in his microphone. "We all know how great it feels! And we want it - again and again! Right??! Let this be a night full of cries of pain of bitches, losing their minds when we FUCK them!" - "YEEEEEAAAAHHH!", the crowd shouted. The audience, including Damian and his friends, was now freaking out, drunk and horny, and proud to be men among their fellow men. Only Gabriel and his advisors, and some of the responsible Watchdogs, were holding themselves back a bit, being aware of the importance of this evening's success.

At the same time as the concert raged on in the City Hall, Froy was patrolling the island’s darkened streets on his motorbike, grumbling to himself about his unlucky assignment. "Shit, I should’ve been at the concert," he muttered, taking a drag from his cigarette. The distant thrum of the music could barely be heard over the roar of his engine, and he couldn’t help but curse his fellow admirals. "Why don’t Rudy or Cole lead the patrol? Cole’s been acting stupid lately anyway."

He exhaled a cloud of smoke, trying to enjoy what little he could from afar, when suddenly—BOOM! The deafening sound of an explosion rocked the night, the shockwave nearly throwing Froy off his bike. He skidded to a halt, his heart pounding as he looked toward the source of the blast. His eyes widened in horror as he saw flames licking the sky, a massive fire raging near the Phallus Statue, not far from Gabriel’s mansion.

Froy’s hands shook as he fumbled for his radio, his earlier irritation replaced by sheer panic. "Sir, an explosion! In the center—near the Phallus Statue!" His voice was frantic as he reported to Chase.

Back at the City Hall, Chase’s face drained of color as Froy’s words sank in. His fist clenched around the radio, his knuckles turning white. "SHIT! THOSE BDSM BITCHES!" he snarled, his voice trembling with a mixture of rage and fear.

He quickly turned to Gabriel, who was still seated in the VIP section, the faint strains of music in the background now an unsettling contrast to the urgency of the situation. "Gabriel, there’s been an explosion near the Phallus Statue," Chase reported, his voice tight with controlled panic. "It’s got to be them—the BDSM Sisters."

Gabriel’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. He stood abruptly, his presence commanding immediate attention from those around him. "I will deal with those bitches myself," he declared, his voice cold and resolute. "Chase, you stay here and guard the concert. This event must continue uninterrupted. We can’t afford to let the morale of the men drop—not tonight."

Chase hesitated for a moment, clearly torn between his duty to protect Gabriel and his orders to stay put. But Gabriel’s gaze left no room for argument. Chase gave a stiff nod, his jaw clenched. "Understood," he replied, though the frustration was clear in his voice.

Gabriel turned to Sebastian and Dr. Koller, who were already on their feet, ready to follow their leader. "Sebastian, Koller—come with me. We’re ending this tonight."

The three men moved quickly, their footsteps echoing in the hall as they made their way out of the VIP section. The energy of the concert continued to surge behind them, oblivious to the chaos brewing just outside.

As they exited the City Hall, Cole was already leading a squad of Watchdogs toward the Phallus Statue, his earlier lapses in judgment now overshadowed by the urgency of the situation. The flames in the distance cast an eerie glow over the island, the statue’s silhouette barely visible through the thick smoke. The patrol hurried toward the blaze, determined to confront whatever—or whoever—was responsible.

Gabriel’s mind raced as he approached the scene. He knew the significance of this attack—it wasn’t just an explosion, it was a direct challenge to his authority, a blatant act of defiance by the very women he sought to crush. And he intended to respond with nothing less than total annihilation.

"Let’s show them the true power of Gavin’s Rock," Gabriel muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on the inferno ahead.

Gabriel clenched his fists when he saw the proud Phallus statue, now standing inclined and slightly shaking back and forth in a cloud of smoke and dust. The statue looked like the dick of a sick giant who couldn't get a full hard-on. "They will pay for this!", Gabriel murmured. "Gavin himself erected this statue after he conquered the island! This is their final provocation! I will wipe them from the surface of Gavin's Rock!"

Dr. Koller heard it, and agreed. "From now on we won't rest until we have eradicated them! They have damaged one of our main landmarks! There can be no forgiveness for this! But let's watch out! Probably the terrorists are still around, with their explosives and gas bombs!" But Gabriel didn't hesitate, and got out of his armored car. Cole and Sebastian rushed to his side, guarding their leader. "Where are you?!", Gabriel roared amidst the smoke. "Chicken terrorists! Stupid bitches! I will smash you and ..... AAAARGH!" A stone had come flying out of nowhere, somewhere from the mist, and hit the superior leader right on his bulge. He doubled over in surprise and pain, cursed, and looked around like a wild animal searching for its enemy.

Nearby, hiding behind some bushes, Bianca cheered, and stood up to face Gabriel. "Got him! Now let's finish this ..." - "Stop! Are you mad?!", Dinah cried. "We can't face all of them in an open fight! Think of our plan! The concert hall is our main target today! Silla, Madelyn and the freed girls are all there!" But Bianca still resisted. "I can take on those bastards! You will see! I will crush all of their pathetic balls in a few seconds!" - "No! I won't let you!", Dinah hissed. She was determined to stick to Silla's plan. "We're just here to keep them busy, and make Silla's job at the concert hall easier!" Finally, Bianca came to her senses. 'Okay ... right ... then let's start the firework, and get away!"

 Cole and Sebastian had started a quick search in the surroundings, and found no one. "No trace of them!", Sebastian reported. "Idiots!", Gabriel yelled. "That stone didn't come flying from itself! They must still be here! I'm sure we can catch them today!" - Suddenly, Dr. Koller looked pensive. "But ... what if this is just a distraction? And their main target is ..." - "The concert!", Gabriel finished Koller's thought. "That's it! You fools! The oldest trick in the book, and you fell for it! Back to the car! Watchdogs, on your bikes! We must ..." BOOOOOOOOOM!!! Another explosion, very close, let the men flinch, and some of them even went down. "FUCK! Our bikes...", Sebastian shouted. - "And the car...", Koller added more coolly, seeing Gabriel's armored limousine burn. "It seems we're gonna need a taxi..."

 With Bianca leading the way by stealing one of the motorbike, the Dinah and Bianca managed to make it back to the concert in record time. The roar of the motorcycle engines had barely died down when Dinah stumbled off her ride, her face pale. "I won’t ride with you again!" she gasped, still shaken from the breakneck speed at which Bianca had driven them.

Inside the City Hall, the music that had kept the crowd of men in a frenzy suddenly cut off. Confusion rippled through the audience as they looked around, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. Unbeknownst to them, Garret, the technician handling the projector, was on the floor clutching his groin in agony. Madelyn had delivered a swift and precise kick to his balls, leaving him incapacitated.

"Stay there," Madelyn commanded coldly, watching him squirm.

Up on stage, Hayes tried to keep the crowd calm. "Sorry, folks, I think there’s been a technical mistake," he said, his voice steady as he tried to cover for the sudden interruption. He paused, then flashed a grin. "Maybe while we’re waiting, I want to talk to my fans. So, who thinks he’s the most alpha here?"

A few hands shot up, but it was Damian who caught Hayes’s eye. Damian raised his hand confidently, and Hayes recognized him immediately. "Well, well... Damian Koller! You’ve grown up, haven’t you? A big man now," Hayes said, remembering the small boy with big ambitions from years ago. "Joshua, bring Damian up here."

Damian swaggered onto the stage, clearly relishing the attention. Hayes wrapped an arm around his shoulders in a brotherly gesture, pulling him closer. "So, Damian," Hayes began with a grin, "tell me, who’s the baddest bitch you’ve fucked?"

Damian, emboldened by the spotlight, smirked. "Dinah Skylar," he declared loudly, his voice dripping with arrogance. "She’s just a slut, man."

Hayes laughed and gave Damian a high-five, the two men reveling in their shared machismo. But their moment of camaraderie was abruptly shattered when the projector flickered back to life. The giant screen behind them lit up, but instead of the expected visuals, the men were greeted with something far more shocking—a CCTV recording from The Harpoon.

"SHIT, NO!" Alif and Drew, who were in the audience, froze in panic as the footage played out. The screen showed the BDSM Sisters and the female slaves dismantling the men at The Harpoon with ease. The deerection bomb’s effects were clearly visible as the men writhed in pain, clutching their groins, their humiliation on full display. Alif’s own shame was captured in excruciating detail, his impotence laid bare for all to see.

The men who hadn’t been there stared in disbelief, their hands reflexively moving to protect their groins as they watched their comrades’ humiliating defeat. The atmosphere in the hall shifted from excitement to shock and confusion.

"WHAT IS THIS?!" Hayes shouted, his face twisting in anger as he spun to face the screen.

"STOP THAT!" Chase bellowed, storming down from the VIP booth and making his way toward the stage, his presence alone commanding attention. But before he could reach the projector, the lights suddenly went out, plunging the hall into darkness. The crowd murmured in uneasy confusion, the tension building by the second.

When the lights flickered back on, the audience collectively gasped. The four BDSM Sisters had appeared on stage, walking out from the backstage area with an air of confidence that was almost supernatural.

Dinah’s eyes locked onto Damian, still smirking from his earlier comment. But now, that smirk quickly faded as she approached him with a predatory grin. Without a word, she drove her knee up with brutal force, striking him directly in the balls. The impact was hard and deliberate, her knee making sickening contact. Damian’s face contorted in pain as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath.

"I hope your balls explode," Dinah whispered venomously before shoving Damian off the stage. He fell like a ragdoll, landing on top of Yello, who was too stunned to react, sending the two cousins sprawling to the floor in a heap.

Silla stepped forward, her voice cutting through the stunned silence of the hall. "We’re the BDSM Sisters—your worst nightmare." The freed slave girls, now in leather costume to mask their identities started to attack the men.

It was almost totally dark in the auditorium, and the men, who were mostly drunk and confused, started to panic. Some got attacked in the dark, and some were attacking each other, thinking they had an enemy next to them.

In the dim light of some emergency lamps, Lucas saw the silhouettes of a couple of girls in black leather costumes, and something over their eyes... then he understood. "Shit! They have night vision goggles! They can see us, but we can't ... AAAAAARGH!" The batter of a former slave girl had hit Lucas right between his legs, and he crumpled on the floor, next to Damian and Yello. With his cousin's help, Damian got up, but he was panting heavily, still in pain, and panicked. "Lucas! What happened! I can't see a thing! Where is she? Yello?" "I'm here!", his cousin said. Suddenly, a thin figure in leather stood in front of the redhead. He was stunned, and could vaguely see her raising her batter in the dark. "No, please... not in ...", Yello started, but then a horrifying, smashing impact could be heard, and a choked, gurgling sound from Yello, who fell down next to Lucas and curled up in pain. Realizing that his cousin and Lucas were down, and he was under imminent threat of suffering the same fate, he freaked out totally, and peed in his pants. "No ... no ... don't ... it's not fair ... I can't see you...", Damian stammered. "Don't worry, it's enough if I see you!", a menacing female voice whispered. "I think you pissed in your pants, boy! Almost a shame having to beat up stupid school boys... ah, anyway!" SLAM! Just like his buddies, Damian's already sore balls got crushed by the girl's batter, and went down between Lucas and Yello on the dirty floor of the concert hall. He puked immediately, darkness surrounded him, and he passed out.

“Help!!!” Damian's desperate cry echoed through the chaos as he lay sprawled on the floor before passed out, his hands clutching his injured groin. But Chase, his focus elsewhere, barely spared him a glance as he stormed through the dimly lit hall, his mind racing. He was determined to regain control. "Koller's son," he muttered under his breath, his disdain clear. "Stupid man, just like his father..."

A voice cut through the din—familiar, frantic. “BROTHER!!!” Hayes’s shout pierced the air, a mix of anger and desperation. Chase’s ears pricked up at the sound, his heart pounding as he searched for his brother in the half-light. "Where are you, moron?" he growled, his eyes scanning the room, struggling to locate Hayes amidst the chaos.

Meanwhile, Rudy, who was the closest to the light switch, cursed under his breath as he fumbled through the darkness. "Damn!" His fingers finally found the switch, and with a flick, the lights blazed back to life, illuminating the hellish scene that had unfolded in the City Hall.

The sight was devastating. Almost 80% of the men were down on the floor, groaning in pain, their hands clutching their groins in a futile attempt to soothe the agony inflicted upon them. The confidence, the bravado that had filled the room earlier, was gone—replaced by fear and humiliation. Only a few remained standing: Alif and Drew, still reeling from the earlier shock, Chase, Rudy, and a handful of Watchdogs, including Joshua and Blake.

And then there was Hayes.

Chase’s eyes locked onto his brother, who was still on his feet—but not for long. Behind Hayes, a petite figure stood, her small stature belying the iron grip she had on Hayes’s balls. One of the BDSM Sisters, had her arm snaked around his waist, her hand crushing his manhood with brutal efficiency. Chase had no idea that’s Madelyn.

Hayes’s face was a mask of pain, his earlier bravado completely shattered. "Chase... help me... I’m your brother!" he gasped, his voice a desperate plea for mercy.

But before Chase could react, Madelyn leaned in close to Hayes’s ear, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She spoke, but her voice was altered by a voice changer, the accent unfamiliar, designed to confuse and deceive. "Chase," she called out, her tone low and menacing, "if you move, I’ll destroy Hayes’s balls."

"Maybe it would serve the fool right", Chase thought for a second, but then he called himself to order. "He's still my brother! And to attack the family jewels of a Routledge man is a sacrilege that bitch will regret - whoever she is!"

Hayes, meanwhile, squirmed in pain, and stared at his brother, hoping for help. "Chase! Brother! Don't let her ... destroy my manhood! Do something! You're my brother! And the highest Watchdog! Gabriel will reward you if you save me ... please...", Hayes whimpered. Looking at his brother in the grip of the mysterious woman, Chase realized how similar they were. He could almost feel his own testicles in danger, and it disturbed him that a man who was so much like himself was so helpless in the hands of a woman. He decided to negotiate. "If you hurt my brother, you won't survive this day!", he said to Madelyn. "And your friends will die, too! Reinforcements will come soon ... the concert hall is surrounded by Watchdogs! But if you surrender now, we might show mercy with you! You can save yourself, and some of your friends! Think about it before you do something you will regret for the rest of your life!"

This was the moment Bianca had been waiting for—the chance to show the girls just what she was capable of. Years of being a slave had forged her will into something unbreakable, and now it was time to unleash that strength. With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, Bianca lunged at Chase, leaping into the air and delivering a powerful kick to his side.

The impact sent Chase sprawling, but he was back on his knee in an instant, ready to fight. As the leader of the Watchdogs, Chase was known as the strongest man on the island. The blow had knocked him down, but it hadn’t taken him out—yet.

At the same time, Silla’s attention was drawn to Alif and Drew. The sight of Alif, her husband, filled her with a mix of disgust and frustration. He had been pathetic these past few weeks, his constant whining about his impotence grating on her nerves. He had even ripped her favorite skirt during one of his childish tantrums—a final straw in a long line of indignities. Stupid men, she thought. Why can’t they just grow up?

She couldn’t help the bitter smile that crossed her face as she approached him. "I think you should get an extension on the impotent department," she quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Before Alif could react, Silla’s leg shot out, her foot connecting with his groin with a force that lifted the large man off the ground. The pain that shot through him was instant and overwhelming. Alif’s face twisted in agony, his hands instinctively flying to clutch his groin as he crumpled to the floor, gasping for air, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had been the cocky guy from college, always so sure of himself, and now he was reduced to a whimpering mess on the floor.

Drew, who had been standing just behind Alif, barely had time to register what had happened before Silla turned on him. Her hand shot out, shoving him backward with a force that sent him stumbling. She followed up with a swift kick to his midsection, knocking the wind out of him and sending him crashing to the floor beside his cousin. The two men lay there, groaning in pain, their arrogance shattered in a matter of seconds.

Meanwhile, Dinah found herself facing off against Joshua and Blake. "Two versus one," she muttered to herself, a smirk tugging at her lips. But Bianca’s voice echoed in her mind, reminding her to use her strength—her agility and gymnastics training. And so, with a burst of energy, Dinah leaped from the stage, her movements fluid and precise.

"DIE, YOU BITCH!" Joshua roared as he lunged after her, his anger blinding him to the fact that he was up against more than just brute force.

But men, as Dinah had come to realize, were often too confident in their supposed superiority—a fatal flaw. She watched with a mix of satisfaction and amusement as Joshua misjudged his jump. His trajectory was off, and instead of landing gracefully, he came down hard—right on top of a steel bar. (Brb puking, just thinking about how men think they’re strong making me ill, shit those creatures. Ah I hate men, now reader before you continue, punch your balls. Good. FUCK MEN). Now back to story

A loud, pained scream tore from Joshua’s throat as the steel bar met his groin with unforgiving force. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he howled, his hands flying to his groin as he rolled off the bar and onto the ground, writhing in agony.

Dinah landed lightly on her feet, glancing at the fallen man with a mixture of pity and contempt. "Well... that’s easy," she remarked with a shrug, her voice calm as if she hadn’t just incapacitated a man twice her size.

Blake, seeing his partner’s downfall, hesitated, fear flickering in his eyes as he realized the strength and skill of the woman before him. The tide had turned, and the men who had once believed themselves invincible were now at the mercy of the very women they had sought to dominate.

Seeing his brother going down was devastating for Hayes. They hated each other quite often, and he would have loved to bring Chase down in a fight himself, but being destroyed in this way by a girl was too much for him to watch. "No! Brother!", he yelled, and instinctively tried to get free from Madelyn's grip to help Chase. But Madelyn reacted too fast, and intensified her grip on Hayes' balls. "AAAAARGHHH... ouuughh...", the muscular man screamed and yelped, as his eyes bulged out. His face was a comical grimace of agony. He reached for Madelyn's hand, suppressing the intense pain between his legs as much as he could, and tried to bend her fingers up. "Ouuch ... bastard!", Madelyn cursed. She heard a sickening cracking sound from her middle finger. Hayes felt a short relief as the pressure on his balls got weaker. He wished he was in his normal physical and mental state, but his normally strong arms felt so weak and shaky at the moemnt that he had to use his full concentration to pull Madelyn's hand away from his squashed testicles. "I will ... break all your fingers ... if you don't let go!", he groaned.

Madelyn released her grip on Hayes, taking a step back as she watched him crumple to the floor. "Shit..." she muttered to herself, realizing the gravity of the situation. She knew that Hayes wouldn’t stay down for long—his rage and arrogance would fuel his determination to get back up. She fought the pain on her fingers.

Meanwhile, Silla’s voice rang out across the chaotic hall. "GIRLS, GET OUT! The men are down. It’s only the executives now... We’ll handle them!" she commanded, her voice strong and clear.

Madelyn shouted. "S, HELP ME!" she shouted as she backed away from Hayes, who was already beginning to rise, his face twisted in pain and fury. But before Silla could come to her aid, Rudy stepped in front of her, blocking her path. His blonde hair was disheveled, and his eyes burned with a mix of rage and humiliation.

"You bitch!" Rudy spat, his voice shaking with anger. "Your fighting style... You’re the one from the basement. You humiliated me!" His fists clenched, and without another word, he launched himself at Silla. The two exchanged furious blows, the intensity of their fight escalating with each strike.

Nearby, Bianca was locked in a brutal battle with Chase. Despite her skill and ferocity, Chase was a different breed—stronger, faster, and relentless. Bianca fought with everything she had, but it was clear that this was a fight she couldn’t win alone.

Dinah, having just dealt with Blake by kicking him in the balls and shoving his face into a snare drum, looked over at Madelyn, her concern evident. "Hold on, M! I’ll help you!" she called, ready to rush to her friend’s side.

But Madelyn, seeing the determination in Hayes’s eyes as he struggled to his feet, realized something. "NO," she shouted, her voice firm. "I will handle this on my own. You help B. Chase is dangerous."

Dinah hesitated, her worry for Madelyn evident. She knew that Madelyn was the weakest of the four, not as skilled in combat as the others. "But..."

"Don’t worry," Madelyn interrupted, a steely resolve in her voice. "I’m a big girl. I can stand up on my own." She forced a reassuring smile, nodding at Dinah. "Go. Help Bianca. She needs you."

Dinah nodded reluctantly and turned to assist Bianca, leaving Madelyn alone to face Hayes. As she watched her friends move to face Chase together, Madelyn steeled herself for what was to come.

Hayes, now on his feet, glared at her with pure hatred. "I’m gonna fuck you!" he snarled, taking a step closer. "And I’m gonna unmask you. Gabriel will make me the Watchdog leader. I’ll hold off my entire career to fucking destroy you bitches."

Madelyn felt a surge of fear, but she pushed it down, refusing to let it control her. I’m not weak, she told herself. I’m not a weak link.

For too long, Madelyn had been seen as the delicate one, the girl who needed protection. From a young age, she had been the property of the Routledge brothers, never allowed to be her own person. Men had claimed her, fought over her, and treated her as though she had no say in her own life. But now, standing face-to-face with Hayes, she knew that had to change.

She didn’t have Silla’s leadership skills, or Bianca’s ferocity in battle. She wasn’t a genius like Dinah. But she had her own strength, a quiet resilience that had kept her alive all these years. And she had a dream—a simple, peaceful life, where she could cook for herself, be a chef in a small restaurant, and make people smile. It wasn’t as grand as the others’ dreams, but it was hers. And it was always enough. Women are always enough. Those men can tear us, talk shit about us but they’re scared. Cause we can do all the fuck that they did while bleeding. Women are the future. And to have that future, for other girls to have the life that was taken for her, she knew she had to fight.

Madelyn straightened up, her hand gripping the stick she had picked up earlier. I’m my own person, and I’m not a weak link. You’ll lose, Hayes Routledge. The words rang in her mind, solidifying her resolve.

Fighting was like cooking, she realized. You had to know your ingredients. And she knew one thing for sure: Hayes’s balls wouldn’t survive what she had in store. That was the main ingredient. Now it was time for the seasoning.

With a swift motion, Madelyn swung the stick with all her strength, the wooden rod connecting with Hayes’s balls with a sickening CLACK. Hayes’s face contorted in shock and pain, his bravado crumbling as he doubled over.

"WATCH ME!!!" Madelyn shouted, her voice ringing with newfound confidence. She followed up with a powerful kick, her boot smashing into Hayes’s groin before he could even think to protect himself. The force of the blow sent him staggering back, his hands flying to his crotch as he collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony.

Madelyn stood over him, breathing heavily but victorious. She wasn’t weak. She wasn’t a victim. And Hayes was learning that the hard way.

But once again, she underestimated Hayes' resilience. The Routledge genes had produced remarkable, fearsome fighters for many generations, and he and his brother were two of them. As Madelyn stood over Hayes, she suddenly felt his right hand on her leg, while his left hand was still protecting his hurting testicles. She tried to shake his hand off, and felt the grip loosening, but then a sudden hot pain ran through her left leg: Hayes had given a karate punch to the hollow of her left knee, with all the force that was left in him. Madelyn staggered, and went down on her knees. She started to panic as she felt immobilized, and saw Hayes' face close to hers. "So easy to bring a stupid whore down!", her opponent scoffed, his eyes gleaming in triumph. "Chase has taught me that trick in our childhood ... when I thought I had him, and stood tall over him, he tricked me like this... and now ... I got you!" His hand shot out, and clasped Madelyn's throat. Her eyes bulged out, and she struggled in vain to free herself. "This is the end", she thought. "They're simply to strong for us ... I just hope Silla and the others can flee before more Watchdogs arrive ..."

Silla’s eyes darted across the chaotic scene, and she saw Madelyn struggling to stay in control. "Shit!" she cursed under her breath. But before she could rush to help, Rudy attacked her again, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of anger and triumph. He let go of his knife, the sharp blade glinting menacingly in the harsh lights of the hall.

“You’re done!” Rudy sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance as he brandished the Watchdog knife.

But Silla wasn’t about to go down that easily. With a quick move, she darted behind the tangle of sound system cables. Rudy, blinded by his rage, swung his knife wildly, slicing through the thick cables with a sharp SNAP. Sparks flew as the severed wires fell to the ground, but Silla’s smile only widened.

"You’re dumb, blondie," she taunted, holding up the high-voltage cable. Without hesitation, she thrust the live wire into Rudy’s groin.

A blood-curdling scream tore from Rudy’s throat as the electricity surged through him. "MY DICK!!! YOU BURNED MY DICK!!!!!!!!!!!" he howled, his voice breaking with the agony that coursed through his body. His face contorted in pain, his once-handsome features twisted into a grotesque mask of suffering. Silla didn’t hesitate—she stomped on his face, knocking him out cold as she ran toward Madelyn.

With a swift motion, Silla slid the knife across the floor toward Madelyn. The blade skidded to a stop just inches from her hand. “M, you’re part of us. You can end him!”

Madelyn’s fingers scrambled desperately for the knife as Hayes loomed over her. Summoning every last ounce of her strength, she swung her arm up, her fist connecting once again with Hayes’s already swollen balls. The impact sent another wave of pain through his body, causing his grip on her to weaken.

"You’re fucking evil, Hayes," Madelyn spat, her voice shaking with anger and determination. "You deserve to live without manhood."

With that, Madelyn seized the knife and, without hesitation, drove it into Hayes’s groin. The blade pierced through his pants, slicing into his testicles with a sickening crunch. Hayes’s scream echoed through the hall, a high-pitched wail of agony that seemed to pierce the very air.

But Madelyn wasn’t finished. As Hayes’s grip on her loosened completely, she twisted the knife, grinding it deeper into the flesh, shredding the internal tissue. The sheer brutality of the act sent Hayes collapsing to the ground, his body convulsing with pain as his hands instinctively moved to the source of his torment.

Madelyn pushed herself away from Hayes’s trembling form, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She watched as Hayes writhed on the floor, the knife still embedded in his ruined manhood, his cries growing weaker by the second.

She had done it. She had taken control, not just of the fight, but of her own life. Hayes’s threat was no more, and with him, another piece of the oppressive force that had held her captive for so long had been destroyed.

Madelyn stood up slowly, her body aching but her spirit unbroken. She looked over at Silla, who was already moving toward her, concern etched on her face.

"I’m not weak," Madelyn whispered, more to herself than to anyone else. And for the first time, she truly believed it.

Despite the searing pain in her body, Madelyn forced herself to move forward. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her limbs trembling, but her determination burned brighter than ever. Crawling over Hayes's convulsing form, she reached for the knife that was still embedded in his groin. Her fingers wrapped around the hilt, and with a sharp, brutal yank, she pulled it free, blood splattering her hands and clothes.

Madelyn didn’t hesitate. She tore at Hayes’s jeans, ripping the fabric apart until the last vestiges of his manhood were exposed. The sight of his penis, the so-called "center of a man’s power," filled her with a dark, cold resolve. Memories flooded back—horrible, haunting memories.

"Two Routledge dicks, Mads!" Hayes had laughed, that cruel, arrogant laugh as he and Chase fought over her virginity like she was a mere prize. She had cried, powerless, a victim of their twisted desires.

But that was then.

Now, she had the power, and she would be far more ruthless than either of them had ever imagined. With a steady hand, Madelyn brought the knife down, slicing through Hayes’s flesh in one swift motion. His scream was inhuman, a howl of agony that echoed through the hall, louder than anything that had come before.

Chase, who had been locked in combat with Bianca and Dinah, froze as he saw the horrifying sight. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as Madelyn stood, holding Hayes’s severed penis in her bloodied hand. For a moment, time seemed to stop, the room silent except for Hayes’s fading cries.

Madelyn turned, her expression cold and emotionless, and hurled the severed organ at Chase. It struck him square in the chest, leaving a bloodstain on his shirt. Chase’s shock turned to rage, but before he could react, Silla’s voice rang out.

"GIRLS! RUN!" Silla shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos.

She rushed to Madelyn’s side, wrapping an arm around her to help her stand. Despite the pain and exhaustion, Madelyn leaned on Silla for support, and together they moved toward the exit. Bianca and Dinah quickly fell in behind them, covering their retreat as they made their escape.

When Gabriel, Koller and Sebastian arrived at the concert hall with a Watchdog van they had called, they immediately realized they were coming too late. "Another terror attack", Koller just stated. Then he looked even more worried. "My son! He was here! Where is he?!" While Koller was searching for Damian, Gabriel rushed to the stage, stumbling over the bodies of injured or unconscious men. The scenery was devastating for the island's ruler, but he tried hard to focus on the next steps, and convert his panic and confusion into wrath. What he saw on the stage, however, was the most shocking thing he had ever seen. Chase Routledge was kneeling next to his unconscious brother - and he had tears on his face! Gabriel couldn't believe this. Chase looked at Gabriel, he was obviously under shock. "Hayes... they... castrated him... took his ... cut his ...", Chase stammered, and pointed to a spot on the floor. Gabriel followed his indication, and saw some big, bloody thing in the form of a sausage lying on the stage next to the microphone stand. He gulped when he realized what it was. "Holy Phallus...", Gabriel mumbled, now pale and stunned. "Dr. Koller... Paul!", he called his advisor, but he couldn't see the scientist.

The latter had meanwhile found Damian and his friends. He was relieved to see they were still living, even though they all lay curled up on the floor, holding their bulges. Yello was crying, and also Damian was sobbing, and had traces of tears on his  cheeks. Lucas was the only one of them who was able to speak clearly. "Dr. Koller... the terrorists... it was dark, and they attacked us... they had night vision goggles... we couldn't fight them... my balls... I think they're broken... they feel... strange...", Lucas complained. Koller nodded. "I get it... don't worry! I will bring you to the clinic as fast as I can! There will be many patients, it seems... but I will assure that my son and his friends will get a treatment first!" Koller turned around, casting another look at the scenery around him. "Holy Phallus! What a disaster!"

Chase knelt beside his brother, who was barely conscious, writhing in a pool of his own blood and agony. Hayes’s face was pale, his breathing shallow, but Chase tried to offer him a sliver of hope. "Brother, don’t worry," he said, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining composure. "Dr. Hodenberg will help you. We’ll get you through this."

But before Chase could say anything more, Gabriel’s cold, mocking laughter filled the room. The leader of Gavin’s Rock stood over them, his expression a mixture of amusement and disdain. "You’re my comrade, Chase," Gabriel said, his voice dripping with condescension, "but I do not tolerate mistakes."

Chase stiffened at Gabriel’s words, but before he could respond, Gabriel continued, his tone turning icy. "I will let Hayes live, but he’ll rot in jail with Taz and Micky. That’s where he belongs after this disgrace."

Chase’s eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—rage, humiliation, and a growing determination. He knew the implications of Gabriel’s words, understood the message loud and clear. Gabriel wasn’t just punishing Hayes; he was sending a warning to Chase as well.

Gabriel stepped closer, his gaze boring into Chase. "Now you understand what’s at stake, don’t you?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you still want to let this go? To let these women continue to defy us?"

Chase’s hands clenched into fists, the weight of his brother’s fate and his own pride pressing down on him. He looked up at Gabriel, his jaw set with grim resolve. "I will kill those bitches personally," he vowed, his voice cold and unwavering.

Gabriel smiled, satisfied with the response. "Good," he said simply, turning away as if the matter was already settled. "Because failure is not an option, Chase. Remember that."