Silla's Busting Advanture

The Island of VOC. The VOC Island, often called Trade Island, was a crucial hub just eight hours by ship from the brutal, patriarchal regime of Gavin's Rock. Erin walked through its narrow streets, her heart pounding in anticipation. Freedom still felt surreal after escaping Gavin’s Rock with the help of the BDSM Sisters, but recent rumors gnawed at her — whispers that the sisters had been killed. Despite the tension, Erin had received conflicting information — a flicker of hope that the sisters were alive. Her feet quickened as she neared a small house on the edge of town. Kevin’s house. Kevin, the only male ally of the rebellion. She pushed through the door, her breath shallow with fear and hope. "Kevin, is it true? Are Silla and the others here?" Kevin, standing in the dimly lit room, gave her a grim nod. “Yeah, come in.” Before he could finish, Erin’s ears caught a familiar voice from another room. Her heart leapt, and she ran, nearly stumbling over her feet, ...

  Gabriel lounged in his throne at the Watchdog headquarters, his eyes cold and calculating as they scanned the room. He had decided to bring the fight here instead of at his mansion—there was no way he'd let his home be sullied by blood and chaos. Besides, he knew the girls would come. They always did. Alpha and Thor, his massive wolves, prowled around his feet, their sharp eyes gleaming in the dim light, waiting for his command. The air in the room was thick with tension as the Triumvirate, his loyal lieutenants, stood behind him like a wall of muscle. Chase, in particular, wore a smug grin, proud of his troops for capturing one of the infamous BDSM Sisters. Gabriel’s lips curled into a dark smile as the camera blinked to life. His message was about to be broadcast live across the entire island. Koller’s technology had made sure every screen, every speaker, would carry his voice. He leaned back, eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Hey, bitches!" His voice was a ...