Gavin's Rock (Chapter 11) - Dinah and The New Admiral

 

 

Silla woke up in her new home, her body aching from another night spent playing the role of the obedient wife. It had been a week since she moved into Rudy’s house, an Admiral’s estate far superior to the cramped quarters she once shared with Alif. Rudy’s house was an imposing structure with sleek, modern lines, complete with a pool and luxurious facilities that screamed of privilege. But to Silla, it was a gilded cage.

She moved through the kitchen, preparing breakfast, her mind racing with thoughts of survival. As the eggs sizzled in the pan, she heard the heavy footsteps of Rudy behind her. He strolled out of his room wearing his signature Watchdog uniform—a polo shirt under the blue jean jacket that all the island’s enforcers wore, along with the tight denim that symbolized their twisted brand of masculinity.

Without warning, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his lips pressing against her neck. The smell of him—expensive cologne and the faint trace of sweat—made her stomach churn.

“You were good last night,” Rudy murmured against her skin, his voice low and possessive. “Catering to my every need, just like a proper wife should.”

Silla forced a smile, turning her head slightly to acknowledge him. “Of course, Rudy.”

He grinned, his hands sliding down her waist before pulling away to grab a chair at the dining table. “When I get these terrorists off the streets, when all this work calms down... I’ve been thinking. I’ll give you what every woman really wants.” He paused, flashing her a smug smile. “A wedding.”

The words sent a wave of nausea through her, but she quickly hid it, plastering on the sweet expression she had perfected in front of him. “You’re so kind,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. Inside, the idea of being bound to Rudy forever made her want to scream. But she played her part well. If Rudy ever suspected she was one of the BDSM Sisters, it would all be over. She couldn’t afford any mistakes.

Rudy leaned back, eyeing her with the same arrogant gaze he always had. “I’ll be working late tonight,” he said, the casualness in his tone not hiding the underlying danger. “Gabriel and Chase want us to tighten the hunt for Bianca and the others. We’re getting close. I need to find out who the last three are.”

Silla turned, forcing a smile. “You work so hard,” she said, adding a hint of concern to her voice. “Just be careful with your... you know, your balls. They always seem to go for that.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Rudy’s face darkened. His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed as if she had just insulted his entire existence. “Hey,” he snapped, his tone sharp and cutting. “I don’t know what kind of bullshit you put up with that weak-ass miner, but don’t talk to me like I’m some fragile boy. I don’t need your pity. I’m strong.”

Silla blinked, quickly raising her hands in mock surrender, her smile still in place despite the tension. “Rudy, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just worried about you.”

He huffed, his chest puffing out as he straightened up, clearly trying to shake off the sting to his pride. “Don’t worry about me,” he said, a bitter edge to his voice. “I can handle anything. My balls—” He paused, gripping his groin and giving it a suggestive shake. “They’re what make me a man. And I’m not ashamed of it.”

She nodded, pretending to admire his bravado while suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. Fragile masculinity wrapped in denim—that was Rudy in a nutshell, well, every men in a nutshell. Stupid creatures. Disgusting. Ewwwww. Having junk between your legs must be so digusting. HOEEK. Pathetic. Men like you are trash, reader! You’re trash. Punch your balls! (This is just warm up, XOXO)

Rudy’s mood shifted again, turning back to his usual cocky demeanor. “So, what are you planning for today?” he asked, the earlier irritation already forgotten as he leaned casually against the counter.

Silla turned back to the stove, flipping the eggs with deliberate calmness. “I’m helping Madelyn in the general kitchen. Then I’ll be talking to some of the women about... you know, satisfying their husbands’ needs. As you said, I’m good at it.”

Rudy smirked, clearly pleased with her submissiveness. He stood up and came closer, kissing her neck again, but this time it felt like a brand—a reminder of the power he thought he held over her.

“Yeah, you are,” he muttered, his voice filled with self-satisfaction.

But as Silla stood there, feeling his lips on her skin, her mind was far away. He doesn’t know anything. For now, she would keep playing the part, waiting for the right moment to turn the tables. One day soon, this bastard would know what real power looked like—and it wouldn’t come from a pair of balls.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the secret harbor, where Kevin and Madelyn were examining the latest batch of freed slaves and women who had decided to leave the island. The area was discreet, hidden from the prying eyes of the Watchdogs and their regime, and it was the safest place to get the vulnerable women off Gavin’s Rock. Among the group, Dinah stood tightly embracing her mother, Emily.

“You’re sure you won’t come with me?” Emily’s voice cracked with worry, her hands gripping her daughter’s arms as though she was afraid to let go.

Dinah shook her head, her determination evident in her eyes. “No, Mom. I still need to fight,” she said softly but firmly. “I’m the only one in the BDSM Sisters who has someone who loves me like you do. If they find out who I am, you’ll be in danger. You have to go to the mainland and forget about this place. I promise, once this is over, I’ll come find you. I’ll go to university and be the best geologist there is.”

Emily's eyes filled with tears, but she nodded, her hand brushing Dinah’s cheek tenderly. “I’ll hold you to that, my girl. Be safe. Promise me that.”

Dinah hugged her mother fiercely, unable to speak for a moment, then whispered, “I will.”

Just then, Silla entered the harbor, her presence lighting up the tense atmosphere with her signature confidence. She smiled at Madelyn, who had been quietly overseeing the operation. “Dinah’s already smarter than all the goldminers on this island. Honestly, men here are just dumb,” she quipped, though her tone carried a biting edge of truth.

At the comment, Kevin’s face flushed red, and Silla quickly raised a hand. “Oh, not you, Kevin. You’re one of the really tiny portion of the good ones,” she reassured him with a smile. “Thanks for arranging this. Without you, none of these women would stand a chance of getting away.”

Kevin smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t worry about it. I may be a man, but I’ve always believed women are better. I’ll help you and Madelyn as much as I can. So, when’s the next batch?”

Madelyn and Silla exchanged a glance, the weight of the situation hanging between them. “There might not be a next batch,” Madelyn said, her voice low but firm. “The rest of the women left here are fighters, and we’re in the final stretch. The next time you come, Kevin... we plan on being free. We’ve reached the endgame. We’re going to destroy Gabriel and his men, once and for all.”

Kevin nodded slowly, absorbing the gravity of her words. “Take care, all of you. I’ll be waiting for that day.”

As Emily boarded the small, hidden boat that would take her to safety, she turned back one last time to look at Dinah. Her voice cracked as she called out, “Good luck, my girl.”

Dinah waved, her throat tight, then turned to hug both Silla and Madelyn, her family of fighters. The bond between them had only grown stronger as the rebellion neared its climax.

Once the boat disappeared into the horizon, Madelyn sighed. “Where’s Bianca?” she asked, scanning the area.

Silla grinned, her eyes gleaming. “She’s training the girls. We’ve officially named them the Tamakeri Army—the army of the BDSM Sisters.”

Madelyn let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “Catchy name.”

Dinah smirked. “Bianca’s always had a flair for the dramatic.”

MAdelyn leaned against a wooden post, her face growing serious. “By the way, I have news. Alif and Sebastian have had some kind of breakthrough. They’ve started extracting gold from the deepest layer of the mines. Gabriel’s so impressed, he’s already forgotten their previous failures. Meanwhile, Chase is furious that the Watchdogs are still hitting dead ends while the miners are getting all the glory.”

Silla arched an eyebrow. “That’s interesting,” she said thoughtfully. “Gabriel’s distracted by success, and Chase is nursing a wounded ego. Sounds like the perfect time to strike.”

Dinah’s expression darkened, her brow furrowing. “I still think that mining operation is a disaster waiting to happen. You should warn Alif, Silla. He could be buried alive down there with the condition those mines are in.”

Silla’s face hardened, her lips thinning into a tight line. “Who cares about him?” she snapped, but the bitterness in her voice didn’t go unnoticed.

Madelyn and Dinah exchanged a knowing look. They both understood that Silla’s harshness was born from the hurt and betrayal Alif had inflicted on her. But under that cold exterior, there was still a part of her that cared, even if she would never admit it.

Before the tension could grow thicker, Dinah sighed, straightening her jacket. “Anyway, I have to go. Damian’s been pestering me for a date, and I can’t stand his whining.”

Silla chuckled. “Better you than me with the dumb admiral.”

Dinah rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. “Yeah, lucky me.”

Madelyn smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Just be careful, Dinah.”

“I always am,” Dinah replied before giving them both a quick wave and heading off into the shadows, leaving the harbor behind.

Today I will fuck her! You'll see!", Damian boasted. "Or at least you'll hear! I will make her scream!"

Yello looked at his cousin in disbelief. "Today? Now? Uh, I could go for a walk if you want some privacy!" - "I don't care! Maybe it would be good if you watch me closely, to learn how to handle girls!" Yello thought about it. He had the impression that the thought to be watched while he was seducing a girl excited Damian somehow, and this was weird ... but on the other hand, Yello got aroused, too ... The door bell, a "Big Ben" gong, sounded through the hall. "That's her!" Now Damian also looked nervous - Yello realized that his cousin wasn't as experienced with girls as he had often claimed. "I'll be upstairs", Yello mumbled, and went to the stairs. Instead of going to his room though, he hid behind the balustrade of the gallery that surrounded the big living room of the Koller mansion.

Damian opened the door to Dinah. "Heeey, babe ... come in!" He kissed her, and Dinah let it happen. "Hey Damian ... Thanks for inviting me!" Damian guided her to the living room with his hand on her hip. Dinah seemed to be impressed by the austere but stylish appearance of the room, which was more like a hall, with the surrounding gallery leading to the other rooms, the expensive paintings and statues, and the big modern chimney. "I put it on, so that we have it warm and cozy here", Damian remarked when he followed Dinah's looks. "Sit down!" He shoved Dinah to the couch in front of the chimney. On a big glass table stood a bottle of champagne with two glasses. "This is the place where my dad receives important visitors!", Damian told the girl. "Gabriel himself sat there from time to time! And also important visitors from abroad, like, uh, some senators, the billionaire Conner James, my uncle Henry Redfield ..." - "And Hayes Routledge? My favorite singer!", Dinah interrupted with a sweet voice. Damian was irritated. "Well, yeah, I guess ... but not anymore ... you know ..." - "Oh yes, I forgot...", Dinah said, pretending to be sorry for the remark, but having to suppress a devilish smile. "Anyway ... do you like 'Shawn the Lion"?", Damian asked. Without awaiting a reply, he put the music on, and some soft ballads started playing (Damian had carefully selected them before). "Let's just talk a bit and relax ..."

 

After a few minutes of small talk, Damian touched Dinah's leg, looking her in the eyes, smiling. He was curious about her reaction. "I bet she feels honored that I'm interested in her", he thought optimistically. But Dinah looked a bit frightened. "Is ... nobody here? Your parents? Your cousin?", she asked nervously. "No, babe ... they're all out! Just relax ...", Damian cooed.

On the gallery, Yello cheered inside. "He really does it!", the redhead thought. "She can't resist him ... wish I was him now ..."

Meanwhile, Damian had pressed his mouth on Dinah's while his hand caressed her thighs, and wandered upward under her skirt. He lifted it a bit, and shoved his hand higher between Dinah's legs. "You like it, huh?", Damian whispered. "All the time you couldn't wait for it ... I know it ..." - With his other hand, the boy touched Dinah's breast, and fumbled on her nipples. "I know what girls like ... my dad taught me all those little secrets", he moaned, now being unbelievably aroused. "Damian ... wait ...", Dinah objected, but she felt she couldn't stop the aroused boy anymore at this point.

Damian pushed Dinah back onto the couch, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned in closer. “C’mon, Dinah. Don’t resist it,” he whispered, his hand gripping her thigh with an entitled familiarity that made her skin crawl. He smiled that cocky, self-assured smile, the one that told her he believed he was owed whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

Dinah had played along with this charade for too long. She’d smiled when she wanted to scream, nodded when she wanted to run. But tonight, something snapped inside her. She was tired—tired of pretending, tired of living under the suffocating weight of men like Damian. Tired of saying yes when every fiber of her being was screaming no.

“NO!” Dinah's voice rang out, sharp and clear, slicing through the tension. She shoved him off her, standing her ground for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Her heart pounded in her chest as she locked eyes with Damian, his handsome face contorted in confusion.

“What?” Damian blinked, disbelief clouding his blue eyes. The college boy who had always gotten everything he wanted stared at her like she had just shattered his perfect little world.

Dinah’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “I don’t want this, Damian. I’ve tried. I really tried to like you, to play along with all your bullshit. But I can’t anymore.” Her voice grew stronger, filled with a fury that had been boiling beneath the surface for far too long. “You’re selfish. You’re nothing but a spoiled little nepo baby who couldn’t do a damn thing right if it weren’t for your father’s influence. And you know what? I fucking hate you for it. I hate you, Damian Koller.”

Her words hit him like a slap in the face—though it was the literal slap that followed that really drove the point home. The sharp crack of her palm against his cheek echoed in the room, and Damian stumbled back, stunned.

“No means NO!” Dinah shouted, the fire in her eyes undeniable. “I’m so goddamn tired of people telling me I have to say yes, that I have to be the weak little woman, that I have to smile and go along with this disgusting game when all I want to say is fuck off! So here it is, Damian—FUCK OFF! I’m done with you.”

Damian's face turned beet red, his expression shifting from shock to rage, his ego bruised and battered. He opened his mouth to speak, but Dinah wasn’t finished.

“And let’s be honest, you’re a complete moron with an erection,” she spat, her eyes flicking disdainfully to the obvious bulge straining against his blue jeans. “What’s the matter, Damian? Can’t get it up unless you’re forcing someone into submission? I really wish the impotent gas will hit your so I don’t need to deal with THAT FUCKING STUPID UGLY COCK ANYMORE!”

Dinah knew she was done. She was in risk of blowing her cover but... She had to do it, at least for herself. She has nothing to lose now.

She could see she had struck a nerve, and she wanted to dig the knife in deeper. “No wonder Lucas is the golden boy and you’re just a pathetic sore loser. You’ll never be half the man he is. You’re nothing. Maybe I’ll see Lucas after this”

Still under shock, Damian heard a surprised groan from the gallery. He looked up, perceived his cousin's red hair and pale face through the slits of the balustrade, and was even more embarrassed realizing he had been watched when a girl rejected and insulted him. But Dinah was still so furious she didn't notice it. "You ... you are sick!", Damian yelled in her face, and slapped her face hard. Dinah moaned in surprise and pain, and fell back on the couch. "How dare you talk to me like that! You sound like ... one of those mad terrorist bitches!" Dinah held her face, and seemed to realize she was in danger. Her outburst had come surprisingly even for herself, and she hoped she hadn't betrayed herself and her friends. 

Damian threw himself onto her with all his weight. "I can guarantee Lucas won't get you! At least not your virginity!" Dinah wanted to scream, but Damian pressed his hand on her mouth with full force. "You better shut up now! You've gotten yourself into real trouble! Do I really have to explain it to you? On this island, a Koller man always gets what he wants!", he snarled. Dinah squirmed, and tried to bite Damian's hand, but he pressed it firmly on her face. "Hold still, then it won't hurt! I wanted to be nice to you ... I really wanted to ... but you leave me no other chance... you must learn it the hard way! Learn what a woman's position in our society is ... and when I'm ready with you, I'll tell my dad to deal with you! You need a thorough therapy! Fucking whore! Consider this as the first lesson!" Damian's face was still red, his hair ruffled, and his eyes were gleaming. Breathing heavily, he used his free hand to pull down his jeans and boxers, and his hard cock sprung out.  "I hope Yello is watching closely now", he thought. "Today he will learn more about the relation of the sexes than he ever learned so far!" Dinah struggled and shook her head in a frenzy, trying to free herself, but Damian was too strong, and he used his weight to hold her down. "You see I can get it up anytime I want! Now prepare for it!" He reached under Dinah's skirt, pulling down her panties. "It's like Gavin the Great wrote, it's much better when the girl is resisting!" He was aroused like never before in his life.

Dinah lost it. Her mind raced, heart pounding as a surge of fury she couldn’t hold back any longer finally erupted from her chest. “I SAID NO!” she screamed, her voice breaking with raw emotion. Her body shook as her cry echoed through the room, the frustration and anger of years boiling over all at once. Tears blurred her vision, but she wasn’t about to back down. Not this time. This wasn’t about playing along anymore—this was about survival.

Without thinking, Dinah took a deep breath and swung her fist with everything she had. Her knuckles cracked against Damian’s handsome face, the force of the punch sending a shockwave through her arm. She felt the satisfying crunch of bone beneath her fist, and Damian stumbled back, his grip on her pussy slipping as his perfect, chiseled features contorted in pain. The once flawless face, carved like a Greek god, now sported a deep bruise blossoming across his cheek, blood dripping from his split lip.

Damian groaned, clutching his face in shock. He had never imagined Dinah would fight back like this. He had never imagined she had this kind of power inside her.

But Dinah wasn’t done. Not even close.

"You brought this on yourself, Damian Koller,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom as she stood over him, breathing heavily. For a moment, she hesitated, watching him squirm in pain, his confidence shattered. Then her eyes dropped to the one place she knew would hurt him the most—his manhood, vulnerable and exposed and also... well, PATHETIC!!! SCUM!!!.

Perfect.

“Men are scum!” Dinah growled, and without another thought, she reached down, grabbing Damian by his balls with a fierce, unrelenting grip. She squeezed as hard as she could, her fingers tightening around the tender flesh like she was cracking open a pair of eggs for breakfast. It’s so satisfying and she really wish his stupid German eggs won’t survive this.

Damian’s scream ripped through the air, high-pitched and filled with agony. His hands shot down to try and pry her off, but it was no use. Dinah wasn’t letting go.

“I’m not yours,” she hissed, her face inches from his, her eyes blazing with fury. “I never was. And you? You’re nothing but a fucking coward. A piece of shit who thinks he can take whatever he wants just because of your last name.” She tightened her grip even more, feeling Damian’s body shudder beneath her hands. “Well, let’s see if your manhood survives this, you motherfucker.”

Dinah knew exactly what she was doing. Hurting a Koller boy was one of the biggest mistakes anyone could make on this island. Damian’s father, Dr. Paul Koller, was one of the most powerful men here. But Dinah didn’t care anymore. Damian had pushed her too far, and now he was paying for it.

Overwhelmed by the pain, Damian screamed like a madman as his squeezed balls looked like fleshy bulging bubbles in Dinah's hands. His dick had been rock hard, but now it was visibly limping. He felt not only the pressure that caused him nausea, but also her pointy fingernails pinching his scrotum, like the claws of a cat of prey. "Aaaaaarghhh! Daddy!", he shouted, and then he thought of something, or someone: "Yellooooo! Heeeelp!" His cousin, who had been stunned by the violent turn of events, jumped up and ran towards the stairs. Dinah was confused by the sounds of another person in the room, turned her head, and her grip on Damian's testicles loosened a bit. Damian sobbed with relief, and reached for Dinah's wrists to free himself from the threat of her hands. "Nggghhh ... you're dead ... my daddy will ... have you imprisoned for this attack ... you'll be a slave ..." Dinah saw Damian's redhead cousin run down the stairs to help her tormentor, but the boy was so confused and nervous that he stumbled running down the stairs, lost his balance, and rolled down all the way to the living room floor, where he landed with his face first with a sickening thud. "Ahrggg ... idiot ... can't you do anything right?!", Damian cursed. Dinah stared from one boy to the other with disgust. "You let your loser cousin watch you seducing a girl? You pervert!" She spat in Damian's face. "Both of you! Fucking perverts!" She didn't know what to do with the two guys ... or should she better leave as soon as she could, and hide in the BDSM lair until further notice? She thought about it for a moment.

Dinah glared down at Damian, his eyes wide with pain and disbelief. She knew this would be the final blow—one last reminder that she wasn’t someone to be controlled, least of all by the likes of him. With a savage smile, she squeezed his balls one last time, her fingers digging in with all the strength she could muster.

“Eat that, Koller’s son!” she snarled through gritted teeth.

Damian’s face twisted into a mask of pure agony, his body convulsing as a guttural scream escaped his throat. He collapsed to the floor like a ragdoll, his hands desperately clutching at his crotch, his breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps. He looked beaten, broken—completely destroyed. The Golden Boy of the island, reduced to nothing.

“So much for the island’s Golden Boy!” Dinah sneered, her boot connecting with his side as she kicked him again for good measure, watching with satisfaction as he groaned in pain. Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw Yello falling frozen in shock and pain, his mouth hanging open, his eyes darting nervously between her and Damian.

“Sorry, Yello,” Dinah said, her tone dripping with mockery. “I don’t think you’re bad... just stupid.”

Before Yello could react, Dinah’s foot shot out, slamming into his balls with ruthless precision. Yello let out a strangled yelp, crumpling to the floor next to Damian, his hands clutching his groin as he whimpered in pain. Humiliation to the fullest! Poor Yello!!! WHOO!!! POOR YELLO!!!!!

Dinah bent down, yanked the keys to Damian’s motorbike from his pocket, and stood up with a smirk. She needed to get out of here, fast. Her mind was racing with the plan already forming—get to her house, grab her BDSM Sisters uniform, along with some crucial supplies, and disappear. It was time to move permanently to the lair, to join the fight full-time.

Without sparing another glance at the pathetic heap of men she’d left behind, Dinah raced outside, the keys clutched tightly in her hand. She ran to Damian’s motorbike, her heart pounding in her chest as she straddled the machine, the engine roaring to life beneath her. The sound was almost comforting—an escape. A way out.

She gunned the throttle and sped down the road, the wind whipping through her hair as she pushed the bike to its limits. She had to make it to her house before anyone realized what had happened. Before Damian recovered enough to send his Watchdog buddies after her.

But she didn’t realize a Watchdog motorbike, the unmistakable shape of the denim jacket and blue jeans catching the moonlight. But this wasn’t just any Watchdog.

It was Lucas. The prodigy

Lucas was smarter than the others. More cunning. The man who had been playing detective ever since the attack in the vault. She remembered Froy bragging about injuring one of the BDSM Sisters during that fight. The smallest one. Dinah’s size. And Dinah mysteriously missing from class”

Lucas grinned as he revved his engine, his eyes locked on Dinah like a predator about to pounce.

“Let’s see if my gut was right,” Lucas muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the roar of his bike as he leaned forward, ready to give chase.

"Don't just lie there whining! Follow that bitch! Get her!", Damian ordered, since he was so much in pain himself that he couldn't stand up yet. Yello stood up with shaking legs, holding on to the wall, still clutching his bulge with the other hand. "I ... I can't!", he sobbed, but Damian knew no mercy. "It's your damn duty as my cousin! That bitch almost castrated me! Go!" Yello nodded obediently, and walked limply towards the door through which Dinah had left. He was afraid that Dinah could confront him a second time in his miserable state, and was relieved to hear the sounds of a starting motorbike. When he was outside, he could only watch Dinah racing around the next street corner with Damian's bike. Yello sighed. He was just about to turn around to go back to the living room and care for Damian, when he heard another motorbike ... A Watchdog? "That's ... Lucas!", he recognized. "He's following her ... Maybe it's better if he fights her, not us..."

 

Damian, however, got furious when he heard that: "Fuck! You know what Lucas wants! Catch the BDSM bitches!" - "But ... it's just Dinah! How should she ...", Yello started, confused. "She's infected with their propaganda! Didn't you hear what she said to me? I bet there's a connection ... I bet she knows one or two of them! And Lucas follows her to find out!" - "What can we do?", Yello asked. "We're not really up to a fight right now ..." - "Fuck it... we must!", Damian groaned, and held out his hand. "Help me up... We'll follow them! I won't give Lucas the chance to ... to be the island's great hero! That boasting fool! We'll take dad's motorbike!" - "I think we better should first recover and ...", Yello pleaded. "Shut up! No time for that ... aaarghh, my fucking balls ... Can you drive a motorbike?" - "Well, uh, yes ... my brother let me use his from time to time ... once he beat me up when there was a little scratch on it..." - "Great! You'll drive then! I feel a bit dizzy!"

 

If someone had seen the two boys leave the garage of the Koller mansion on Paul's motorbike, they would have become the laughing stock of the island. They were sitting on the seat of the bike as if they were sitting on raw eggs, and moaned or yelped with every jump the bike made. When it ran over the step of the sidewalk, it was like another kick between their legs. "Aaaarghhh!" - "Hooaaah!" But Damian's burning ambition and rage prevailed, and Yello drove them into the direction in which Lucas and Dinah had been heading.

Dinah’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as she finally reached her house. The emptiness of the place struck her hard, a painful reminder of everything she had lost. Her father was still locked away, a prisoner after his failure to protect Gabriel’s mansion. Her mother was now off the island, safe—but gone. It left the house hollow, just like the life she had been forced to lead here.

She moved quickly, her fingers trembling as she grabbed a few precious items—small memories of her and her mother. A photograph, a piece of jewelry—tokens that would keep her grounded while her mother was far away. Dinah could feel the weight of everything pressing down on her, but she pushed it aside, knowing she had no time to waste.

She pulled open her closet, revealing the dark fabric of her BDSM Sisters uniform. The sleek, stealthy clothes seemed to radiate with power. She tossed aside her outer garments and slipped into the uniform, the tight material hugging her body, making her feel more alive, more dangerous. She glanced at herself in the mirror—she wasn’t just Dinah anymore. She was a fighter, a survivor.

She was ready to run to the general kitchen and regroup, but then—

Clap. Clap. Clap.

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the room, making her blood run cold. Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze, turning slowly toward the source of the sound.

“Hey, babe…” Lucas stood in the doorway, his tall frame leaning casually against the wall, his light blonde hair catching the dim light of the room. His smirk was infuriating, dripping with arrogance. “I knew it was you. One of them. You act so innocent, fooling that dumbass Damian, but not me.”

Dinah’s stomach dropped. Of course, it had to be Lucas. She stood her ground, her fists clenched at her sides, her mind racing for a way out.

Lucas stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming with predatory delight as he let loose his Conqueror Spirit, a wave of invisible pressure that knocked Dinah to her knees. She gasped, her body trembling under the weight of his power. The air felt thick, oppressive, as if it was suffocating her, but she bit down on the inside of her cheek, fighting to stay conscious.

“Guess you’re not the one with the Conqueror Spirit,” Lucas mused, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. “Nor Bianca. So, it’s gotta be one of the other two. You’re gonna tell me who, Dinah. You’re gonna spill their names.”

He strutted closer, admiring his own reflection in the cracked mirror. “Look at me,” he continued, patting his Watchdog jacket with pride. “Soon, this’ll have the Admiral star on it. Gabriel’s gonna give me that title once he sees what I bring him—you.”

Dinah gritted her teeth, forcing herself to look up at him from where she knelt. “Shut up,” she spat, her voice low but filled with defiance. “Not everyone needs the Conqueror Spirit to be strong. Some people don’t want to conquer… some just want to survive.”

Her mind flashed to Bianca, the fighter who never gave up, who faced every battle head-on with fury and grit. Then to Madelyn, the nurturer, quietly plotting behind the scenes, strength hidden behind submission. And finally to Silla, the born leader, a woman destined to tear down the entire system.

“And some of us,” Dinah continued, her eyes narrowing as she rose slowly to her feet, “are destined to thrive in a world full of opportunity. That’s me.”

The BDSM Sisters uniform seemed to pulse with energy as she stood tall, no longer the weak girl Lucas thought she was. This time, there was no Bianca, no Silla, and no Madelyn to back her up. It was just Dinah—and she was ready.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigued but unimpressed. “Big talk for a girl who’s about to get squashed,” he sneered. “Let me guess, you’ve got some info on that phone of yours, don’t you?” He reached out toward her pocket, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “C’mon, call your friends. Let’s see who else wants a piece of me.”

Before Lucas could reach her, Dinah’s hand shot out. She grabbed her phone, her fingers gripping it tightly. Without a second thought, she slammed it down onto the ground with all her strength. The device shattered into pieces, the screen cracked, and Dinah stomped on it, grinding the remnants under her boot.

Lucas’ eyes widened for a split second, shocked at her audacity. “What the fuck?” he spat, his voice sharp with irritation.

“I’m by myself,” Dinah said, her voice cold and resolute. “No one’s coming to save me. You want to take me down? Do it. Fight me if you can.”

Lucas’ smirk returned, but there was an edge of impatience now. He didn’t like it when his prey fought back. “You really think you can stand a chance against me? You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But this is where it ends, babe.”

Dinah clenched her fists, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a steadying breath. She wasn’t sure if she could beat Lucas, not without backup, but she wasn’t about to let him take her down without a fight.

“Mom,” she whispered under her breath, her voice trembling with emotion, “if this is the end, I hope I made you proud.”

Then, with a flash of movement, Dinah lunged at Lucas. This fight was hers, and whether she won or lost, she would never surrender to the likes of him

Yello stopped the motorbike on a dark street crossing. "Seems we lost them!", he stated, secretly happy. "It's useless... Let's drive home ... or better, to the clinic!" - "Fuck the clinic!", Damian cursed. "We've been there all too often recently! Not today!" He pondered for a moment. "Let's check Dinah's house! It's just two blocks from here! Maybe we'll find a trace there!", he decided. Yello's heart sank - would this horrible night never end? But then, realizing he had no choice, he started the bike again, and Damian guided him the way to Dinah's place.

 

Lucas, meanwhile, defended himself against furious attacks. So far she couldn't really hurt him, and thanks to the Watchdog training, it wasn't too difficult for him to block her kicks and punches. He wondered whether he should use the Conqueror Spirit once more, but instinctively he felt he couldn't do it too often as it cost him a lot of psychic and physical energy. "I can deal with that little brat without such tricks", he thought. He blocked a kick that Dinah had aimed between his legs. "Not this time, little one!", he smirked. "Is that how you took down Damian and his stupid cousin? What did those bad, bad boys do to you, huh?" He saw with satisfaction that this taunting remark had an effect on the girl. "You can do this to little boys, but not to a Watchdog!" Dinah was irritated for a moment by the failure of her attack and Lucas's words, and that split second was enough for the would-be Admiral to break her defense, and deliver a hard punch right in her solar plexus. She choked, coughed, and bent over. "So small, so weak", Lucas said. "Female fighters - what a silly idea!"

Dinah’s heart pounded in her chest as panic clawed at her. She felt trapped, powerless, and every fiber of her being screamed to run, but she knew she couldn’t. If she tried to escape and Lucas followed, he would find the BDSM Sisters' secret lair. That was something she couldn’t risk. She clutched her gut, frustration and fear bubbling up inside her. “Mom... it’s hurt” her mind racing for a way out.

Her eyes darted around the room, scanning for anything she could use to her advantage. That’s when she spotted the light switch. A memory flashed in her mind—the tricks she had learned in Gabriel’s mansion. She knew this room better than anyone, and she could use that knowledge.

Without wasting a second, Dinah darted toward the switch and plunged the room into darkness.

“Where the hell are you?” Lucas growled, his voice tense with frustration as he fumbled in the pitch-black room. The sound of his boots thudding on the floor echoed in the silence, and Dinah could hear the growing impatience in his voice.

The door to the hallway let in a faint sliver of light, just enough to give Lucas a false sense of direction. He turned toward the door, thinking it was his way out.

Dinah stayed completely still, her breath shallow as she watched his silhouette move. She waited until he rushed toward the open door, his overconfidence getting the better of him.

Then, like a predator striking from the shadows, Dinah made her move.

She slipped behind him with silent precision, her heart racing with adrenaline. Without hesitation, she drew back her knee and sent it crashing upward between his legs, driving the full force of her body into the strike.

“Admiral my ass!” she spat, her voice filled with venom as her knee made brutal, direct contact with his groin.

Lucas let out a strangled cry, the sound guttural and primal as pain shot through his body. His hands instinctively flew to his crotch, his face contorting in agony. He stumbled forward, collapsing onto his knees, gasping for air as the reality of the blow hit him

"Aaaarghh ... you little whore ... uuughhh..." Lucas groaned and staggered. The blow had been devastating, and most other men would have given up at this moment, and maybe even passed out. But Lucas heard Gabriel's voice in his mind: "Stay focused! Never lose track of your adversary! Always expect the next attack!" Pain and nausea flooded through his nervous system, but he struggled to suppress those sensations. Cupping his vulnerable groin with his left hand, he reached with his right hand in his jacket and pulled out a telescopic baton. He extended it with one move of his hand, and struck it around him in arbitrary directions, hoping he could hit Dinah by chance. He produced sizzling sounds in the air, but obviously, Dinah had retreated already. He listened carefully: He heard a person breathing nearby ... but also some sounds from another room.

A few moments earlier, Damian and Yello sneaked through the backdoor of Dinah's house. Suddenly, they heard some loud fighting sounds and voices from upstairs. The boys flinched. "Someone's here!", Damian stated. "And we haven't brought weapons ... not even a flashlight!", Yello muttered. Damian looked around. The backdoor had led them into a small room where some gardening tools were hanging on the wall. "That's better than nothing!", he said, and handed Yello a shovel, while he took a rake. "Let's see what's going on up there!"

"Where are you, bitch!" Lucas roared, swinging his baton wildly in the darkness. The sound of his voice filled the room with malice as he thrashed about, his blows destroying anything in his path. The baton smashed into shelves, sending glass figurines and delicate ornaments crashing to the ground. The fragile memories of Dinah's mother—priceless, irreplaceable—shattered into pieces.

Tears welled up in Dinah's eyes, the pain of watching those precious items be destroyed cutting through her like a blade. But she couldn’t give in to the grief, not now. She had to survive. She had to get out. Her hand tightened into a fist, the anger building inside her, but she forced herself to stay focused. Get out now. Revenge can wait.

She crept down the stairs, every muscle tense, her breath shallow as she moved toward the back door. Her heart raced, the weight of the moment pressing down on her as she silently prayed that Lucas wouldn’t hear her.

Behind her, Lucas continued his rampage, smashing anything he could find, growing more frustrated by the second. Dinah took one last look, her heart aching at the destruction, and then made her move. She sprinted to the back door, her footsteps light, almost silent.

But Lucas was quick, quicker than she had anticipated. He spotted her just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, a murderous look in his eyes as he lunged after her.

Dinah, thinking fast, grabbed a jar of cream from a nearby shelf. As Lucas charged down the stairs, she unscrewed the lid and splashed the slick substance across the steps, the cream coating the wooden surface with a greasy layer. Lucas’s boots hit the stairs, and immediately he lost his balance, slipping and tumbling down the steps in a flurry of flailing limbs and curses. He hit the floor hard, grunting in pain, but not seriously injured. Still, it gave Dinah the head start she needed.

She raced to the back door, her heart hammering in her chest. She was so close to freedom, so close to getting away. But just as she flung the door open, her path was blocked.

Damian and Yello.

They stood there, bruised but upright, having recovered from her earlier assault faster than she’d expected. Dinah skidded to a halt, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What? You two can move? Wow,” she muttered in shock.

Behind her, she heard the heavy footsteps of Lucas rising to his feet. She didn’t need to turn around to know he was back in the fight, his ego bruised and his fury burning hotter than ever.

The tension in the air was electric, as Damian and Lucas locked eyes over Dinah’s head. Their long-simmering rivalry bubbled to the surface, both men brimming with possessive anger.

"I'M GONNA HAND HER TO GABRIEL!" they shouted in unison, their voices filled with unbridled fury.

"She's mine! She's my girlfriend! And she almost cast... uh ... anyway! It's my right to punish her! Step back!", Damian yelled, and pulled Dinah to him. The girl was weakened and had temporarily lost the hope to be able to escape. "Three against one, that's too much...", she thought desperately. Lucas wielded his short baton. "You two losers just followed me here! You'd never have realized she's a part of the Sisters, if it wasn't for me!", Lucas claimed. "Hand her over to me! Or do you wanna risk getting into trouble with Gabriel?"

"Never!", Damian said without hesitation, and Yello admired him for his courage and steadfastness. "You forgot

who I am? My dad is ..."

 "Fuck your dad!", Lucas said. "That intellectual weirdo! A joke!" Lucas reached for Dinah, but Damian pulled her out of his way. "Take care of her while I deal with that moron!", he ordered his cousin, and shoved the staggering girl to Yello. The redhead grabbed her, and held the shovel at her throat. "No dirty tricks this time! Or I'll strangle you!" It felt good to finally be able to control the girl who had hurt him so badly. Damian raised the rake in his hand, and pointed it at Lucas. "My weapon is longer! Drop that baton, and let's work together!", Damian proposed. "Then I will tell my dad you helped us, and ... ughh! Fuck!" With an unbelievable fast motion, Lucas had brought his baton up, and smashed it onto Damian's hands holding the rake. "AAAAAAAAH! My hand! Are you mad?" Damian dropped the rake, and held his injured right hand with his left. "You asshole!" Lucas just laughed. "So pathetic! The son of the great scientist, a bumbling idiot!" - But just when Lucas reveled in his triumph, Damian surprised him. When Lucas came closer, he rammed his head against Lucas's chin as hard as he could, and a very unpleasant cracking sound could be heard. Lucas stumbled back, and Damian laughed maliciously. "I can defeat the great Admiral hands-free!"

Dinah’s eyes darted between Lucas and Damian, her heart pounding in her chest, but she knew exactly what she had to do. She had seen enough—men fueled by pride, their fragile egos leading them to fight over power and control. She could use that against them. She bit back a grin and threw her hands up in mock surrender, her voice dripping with false submission.

“Please... I wanna get captured,” Dinah said sweetly, her lips curling into a taunting smile. “But the question is... who’s gonna be the one to take me to Gabriel? Which one of you?”

She knew exactly what buttons to push. Damian’s eyes flickered with anger, and Lucas’s sneer deepened. It didn’t take long for her plan to work.

Damian growled, launching himself at Lucas with a wild punch, his wounded pride fueling his attack. Lucas blocked it with his forearm, still nursing his jaw from the earlier hit. Damian, limited by his injured arm, was sloppy and desperate, while Lucas moved with more precision, but both were driven by blind rage. They exchanged blows—kicks, punches, elbows—until they ended up grappling on the floor, a mess of fists and grunts as they wrestled for dominance.

"Men..." Dinah thought with disdain as she backed away, watching them tear into each other. "Idiot scum."

She knew she didn’t have much time, but watching them destroy each other was almost worth the wait. She needed them distracted for just a little longer.

Lucas finally gained the upper hand, straddling Damian, his fist raised high, ready to bring it down with crushing force. “I’ll prove myself!” Lucas snarled through gritted teeth. “Not because of my father like you, you freaking nepo baby! You’re nothing. You weren’t even top of the class. I SHOULD’VE BEEN THE ONE HONORED AT GRADUATION! YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS A FUCKING FRAUD, DAMIAN! Your father bribed everyone. You’re nothing!”

Damian struggled beneath him, his face twisted in rage, but Lucas had the advantage now.

“I worked for everything!” Lucas continued, his voice rising with fury. “I stopped the girl at the vault! Chase chose me!” He laughed, bitter and triumphant, the sound cruel. “But you—deep down, you know you’re weak. You believe in this illusion of strength, but you know you’re not man enough to handle it!”

Lucas remembered what Rudy had told him about focusing the Conqueror Spirit. He could feel it building in his fist, the power coursing through him. “You concentrate the Conqueror Spirit in your fist,” Chase had said. “It’ll boost your attack. Make you unstoppable.”

Lucas’s fist crackled with energy as he pulled back, ready to deliver the final blow.

But before he could strike, Dinah acted. She stomped down hard on Yello’s foot, sending a shock of pain through him. Before he could react, she drove her elbow into his solar plexus, knocking the wind from his lungs. Yello doubled over, gasping for breath, his eyes wide with shock.

“You’re as bad as them!” Dinah spat, not giving him time to recover as she followed it up with a brutal knee to his groin. Yello let out a strangled cry, collapsing to the ground in a heap, his hands clutching his wounded manhood.

Dinah didn’t waste a second. She bolted, her heart pounding as she made her escape. But as she ran, she heard the scuffling behind her. Lucas’s fist froze mid-air, and both he and Damian realized at the same moment—Dinah was running.

“Shit!” Lucas cursed, pushing off Damian and scrambling to his feet. Damian followed suit, his bruised and battered body pushing through the pain, both of them determined not to let her slip away.

But just as Lucas was about to sprint after her, a hand grabbed his ankle, yanking him back with surprising strength. Lucas stumbled, falling face-first to the ground with a heavy thud.

Yello, bruised and gasping, had used the last bit of his strength to stop Lucas.

“Get her... Damian...” Yello wheezed, his voice ragged with pain. “My cousin... my best friend... You’ll be the admiral.”

 

Dinah ran through the door into the backyard. Her whole body hurt, and she felt like in a nightmare, desperately trying to escape her pursuer, but only able to move very slowly, as if she had to walk through jelly. Damian, however, wasn't much better off, probably worse. His balls were still hurting from Dinah's brutal squeezing, and the rest of his body hurt from the reckless fight with Lucas. Dinah turned her head. Damian was after her... "The redhead won't stand up so soon!", she was sure. And Lucas? Surprisingly, he was still lying on the floor, too. "So I got a chance to escape those assholes!", she concluded. But she should have watched the way before her. Suddenly she stumbled, and something splashed: The pond! She hadn't thought of the pond in their garden... Dinah cursed. Soaking wet, she tried to get out of the small pond, but then a tall figure fell onto her. "Stupid bitch! Lame duck, caught in her own pond!", Damian shouted triumphantly. Water splashed and spurted as the exhausted boy tried to get a grip on her. But Dinah struggled with all her remaining energy. Suddenly, a strong hand clutched around her throat, and strangled her. "Never thought ... you could be ... one of them!", Damian growled. "Could have been ... such a nice evening ... you and me, in front of the chimney... but you chose your doom!" Dinah gasped for air, and tried to bend Damian's fingers to loosen his grip. Her sight became blurred. "If I pass out now, they'll bring me to Gabriel ... years of torture ... like Bianca ... I'd rather die!"

Dinah was losing strength. Her vision blurred, her body screaming for rest, but she knew she had one last chance, one final move. She felt Damian’s grip tightening on her as he caught up, his breath heavy and erratic, but her free hand was still in play. With everything she had left, she reached out and grabbed Damian by the one weakness she knew would bring him down—his balls.

Her fingers dug in with desperate strength, squeezing as hard as she could. Damian’s scream tore through the night, guttural and primal, the pain consuming him instantly. His body seized up, his face twisted in agony. It was too much for him—the once-proud Koller boy, brought to his knees by the sheer force of pain. He crumpled to the ground, his hands instinctively flying to his groin, his voice cracking as he groaned in misery.

Dinah, exhausted, fell forward, her momentum dragging both of them toward the edge of the pond. They tumbled in, water splashing up around them, and for a brief moment, Dinah felt the cool rush of the pond’s surface enveloping her. But before she could slip beneath the water entirely, a hand gripped her arm, yanking her back to the surface.

Lucas.

Despite his earlier fall and the bruising pain still coursing through him, Lucas had recovered just enough to seize his chance. He hauled Dinah out of the water, his smirk twisted with satisfaction. "Too bad," he sneered, glancing back at Damian, who was still writhing in agony by the pond’s edge. “Looks like I’m claiming the prize.”

Dinah’s vision faded, her consciousness slipping away as her body gave out. Her strength was gone, and as much as she wanted to fight back, she couldn’t anymore. The last thing she saw before the darkness claimed her was Lucas’s smug face, drenched and victorious.

As Dinah passed out, Lucas grabbed his phone with shaking hands, the adrenaline still coursing through him. He hit the dial and grinned, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Fleet Admiral,” Lucas said with a triumphant tone, “I’ve got one of the BDSM Sisters.”

On the other end of the line, Chase’s voice crackled through the speaker, low and dangerous. “Good work, Lucas. Bring her in. Gabriel will want to see her personally.”

Lucas smirked, glancing down at Dinah’s limp body in his arms. He’d finally done it—he’d proven himself worthy of the Admiral Star. All he had to do now was deliver her to Gabriel, and his rise to power would be secured.

.

But deep inside, Lucas had no idea just how dangerous the BDSM Sisters really were.

Yello crawled into Damian. “Brother...” he said as for the first time yello felt that he truly have a brother

The small, tight metal cage stood in the center of the audience room in Gabriel's mansion. The leader's wolves were circling around it, sniffing at the captive's body from time to time. "So you really brought me one of them!", Gabriel said, and gave a respectful look to Lucas. "You did what all my advisors, my Admirals and Watchdogs couldn't do!" Lucas straightened, and tried to hide his gleaming pride. "It wasn't a big deal!", he said, smiling. "Look at her! A weak little girl!" - "But, you said, she defeated Damian Koller and his cousin, even though they both were armed?", Gabriel inquired. - "Well ... they're just college boys, and not very good fighters! The son and the nephew of a professor ..."

"Don't let Dr. Koller hear that!", Gabriel laughed. "He thinks his son should become my next Admiral ..." The leader fell silent, and Lucas muscles contracted in anticipation. "But instead ... you will be my replacement for Cole!" - Lucas fell on his knees. "I thank you, my leader!", he whispered. "Today you proved that you are worth the Admiral star!", Gabriel said. "Not only because you defeated that little wannabe-terrorist ... but mainly because you acted fast, cunning and smart! You had the right hunting instinct! But now ... there's no time to enjoy this first small victory!" Gabriel approached the cage. "Of course, we will try to get names out of her ... their secrets ... for this, we might need Dr. Koller's help. And then ..." He looked Dinah in her eyes, as if he tried to see right through her deepest thoughts. "Your friends will come! Right?", he asked her. His wolves gnarled menacingly. "We will spread news that we torture you to death! Your friends will come running to save you! You're now just a bait, a little worm on the hook. The big fish will come! But you won't be where they think you are!" He turned around to Lucas. "And when they run in our trap ... my Admirals- and I - will be ready to end their hopeless, pathetic rebellion once and for all!"