Gavin's Rock (Chapter 16): The Fall of Rudy Maybank

 

Rudy couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Two of his fellow Admirals—Froy and Lucas—had fallen, both crushed by the women they thought they could dominate. Now, it was just him. He was the last remaining Admiral, the only one standing between Silla and the destruction of the Phallus Statue.

Silla stood confidently before him, her lips curled into a mocking smirk. She stopped right in front of the statue, the imposing symbol of the island’s male dominance. Her eyes gleamed as she looked up at it, as if savoring the moment before she would bring it crashing down. “Seems like my friends did a great job, Admiral Maybank,” she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Rudy gritted his teeth, the weight of his comrades' defeat heavy on his shoulders. He couldn’t let her win, not here, not now. Not in front of the Phallus Statue, the very symbol of their power.

Silla chuckled as she toyed with the mace she had taken. “What do you think Gabriel would do if you let me ruin this statue, hmm?” she asked, her voice teasing. “He’d be so mad... but then again, after we win, things will change.” Her laugh was sharp, taunting him, her confidence rattling him to the core.

“No fucking way!” Rudy roared, his voice filled with rage. He swung his own mace at Silla with all the force he could muster, aiming to crush her once and for all. But Silla was ready. She swung her mace to meet his, the clash of their weapons sending a shockwave through the ground beneath them.

Both of their Conqueror Spirits flared to life, colliding with such force that the air around them seemed to vibrate, shaking the earth under their feet. The sheer power of their wills battling against each other left the air heavy with tension, as if the very ground was buckling under the weight of their confrontation.

 

Gabriel, from inside the mansion, felt the tremor. The ground beneath him rumbled slightly, his eyes narrowing as realization dawned on him. “They’re going to ruin the statue,” he hissed, his voice laced with fury. His heart pounded in his chest—Froy, Lucas, and now Rudy were struggling, his best men falling one by one. But there was still Chase, his best soldier. Chase could turn the tide, could crush the rebellion before it spiraled further out of control.

“I’m still the one who calls the shots,” Gabriel growled to himself, his fists clenching. He wouldn’t let this go unanswered. Not while he was still standing. He whistled sharply, and his loyal wolves, Thor and Alpha, immediately perked up, ready to follow him.

But just as Gabriel stepped toward the door to join the fight at the statue, he heard voices, familiar voices—Bianca and Dinah.

“Well, well… Guess who came back,” Gabriel sneered, his lips curling into a wicked smile as the two women stormed down the stairs, rage burning in their eyes.

Bianca wasted no time. “You’re not going to kill Silla!” she shouted, lunging at Gabriel with her fist drawn back, throwing a powerful punch aimed straight for his face.

Gabriel laughed darkly, easily blocking her punch and twisting her arm painfully behind her back. “You think you’re strong enough to stop me?” he hissed into her ear, his voice low and dangerous. “You came back to me, bitch, and now you’ll remember how dangerous I really am.”

With a grunt, Gabriel swung Bianca’s body like a ragdoll, throwing her into a nearby bookshelf with a loud crash. Books tumbled to the ground as Bianca’s body crumpled against the wood, her breath knocked from her lungs.

Gabriel turned his cold gaze to Dinah, who stood frozen for a moment, calculating her next move. He sneered at her, his eyes narrowing. “And you, young lady… You may have gotten lucky with Lucas, but you know just how terrifying I can be.”

He laughed, a cruel, mocking sound, and with a snap of his fingers, he gave the order. “Thor, Alpha—get her.”

The wolves snarled and lunged at Dinah, their teeth bared, ready to tear her apart.

 

Meanwhile, outside, Silla and Rudy were still locked in a brutal exchange of blows. The ground around them was cracked and splintered from the sheer force of their battle. But Silla’s eyes gleamed with sharp focus, and she saw her opening.

With a swift, decisive movement, she kicked Rudy’s knee, her boot slamming into the joint with enough force to make him stagger. He lost his balance, just for a second, but it was all the time Silla needed.

“Suck it!” Silla growled, and with a wicked grin, she swung her mace upward, smashing it between Rudy’s legs, right into his crotch.

The sound of the impact was followed by Rudy’s scream, a sound filled with raw, agonizing pain. He dropped to his knees, his hands clutching his groin, his face twisted in disbelief and suffering.

"Awww, the great Watchdog Admiral is in pain?", Silla pitied Rudy mockingly. "Just one hit to his proud manhood, and mommy's little boy is crying?" She straightened, and her voice got colder.  "Focus on that pain between your thighs while you watch me destroy your idol!" Rudy bit on his lips, trying to suppress the pain signals radiating from his groin, and his thoughts were racing. He looked at the impressive Phallus statue.

It had been there since the times of Gavin the Great - a symbol of the rule of men, not only on this island, but on the whole world. "I can't let this happen", Rudy thought. "I would never be able to look at myself in the mirror with pride if I let her destroy our monument!" He decided to distract Silla first. "You pretend you hate men", he growled. "But I know the truth! I will never forget our nights together... how submissive you were ... how much you enjoyed it!" He casually reached into his jacket while he spoke.

"You want me! You need a really dominant, raw man, not a tame pet like this Alif!" Before Silla could react, Rudy pulled out a little metal can, and sprayed some gas in Silla's direction. "Ha! Remember that time when you and your rebels used those gas bombs affecting our hormones? Dr. Koller has done some research since then! Also female hormones can be influenced by certain chemicals! Yeah, breathe in... deeply... Koller gave me this protoype, let's see what happens!" Silla heard Rudy's triumphant words, and tried to find out how her body reacted to the gas. She had inhaled some of it before she held her breath, and now she began to feel dizzy. Rudy stood up, still suffering, but with a vicious smile on his face. "What's up? Not in the mood for fighting anymore?", he asked, and picked up the mace he had dropped. "Perhaps you're now in the mood to do... other things for me?"

Something deep inside her shifted, almost like mind control. The feeling was suffocating. She fell to her knees, her body betraying her will. She tried to fight it, tried to hold onto the burning rage that had driven her this far, but the hyper-estrogen was insidious. It wormed its way into her mind, dulling her senses, wrapping her thoughts in a blanket of submission.

“Rudy… I…” Silla's voice faltered, her mind struggling to push through the fog.

Rudy’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he stepped closer, towering over her like a predator over its prey. He wiped the blood from his lip, smirking as he leaned in, his words dripping with condescension. "What’s wrong, Silla? Remember how it used to be when we lived together? How I fucked you hard without mercy? That’s how strong men are," he said, his voice a low growl. "We’re born to conquer and born to dominate, and no matter how much you try to deny it, a woman’s nature is to be a submissive little bitch.”

Silla flinched as Rudy’s hands shoved her against the wall, pinning her there, his face inches from hers. His breath was hot and rancid on her neck, his words like poison.

“You know I’m right,” Rudy whispered, his voice sickeningly sweet. “You are... my wife. Let’s stop all this fighting and just go home... do what husbands and wives always do. Let me fuck you.”

Silla’s mind felt like it was spinning out of control. Her body reacted as if on autopilot, her head tilting to the side, exposing her neck, her lips parting as if to speak, but no sound came. She fought against the fog in her mind, but it was as if her body was betraying her at every turn.

“I must… surrender to my master… my husband,” Silla whispered, her voice sounding distant, as if it was coming from someone else. The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but they spilled out regardless, a sick echo of the control Rudy had once held over her.

Rudy grinned, leaning in closer, his hands roughly grabbing her waist. “That’s it, Silla. You know your place.”

But deep inside, a flicker of the real Silla began to stir, clawing its way through the fog. She remembered why she had fought, why she had come this far. The rage that had carried her through the rebellion flared up again, faint at first but growing stronger with each second.

“No… No…” Silla muttered, her fists clenching as her nails dug into her palms. Women aren’t meant to please men. The words echoed in her mind, breaking through the drug’s effects, shattering the illusion Rudy had tried to create.

Her two selves were at war. On one side was the submissive version Rudy was trying to reawaken, the woman he had dominated before, the one who had been brainwashed to think pleasing him was her only purpose. But on the other side, the warrior Silla, the leader of the rebellion, the woman who had come to this island to destroy everything men like Rudy and Gabriel stood for, fought back with a vengeance. Which side will win?

A mixture of shock, surprise, excitement and lust rushed through Silla's mind when Rudy bent down to her, and kissed her on her open mouth. A part of her tried to shove him away, but her arms felt weak and shaky. While Rudy's tongue was searching for hers, she felt his hand between her legs, searching under her skirt. She heard Rudy breathing deeply, and mumbling disconnected words. His hormones took control over him even without a spray. "Fuck, it really works!", Rudy thought. "Dr. Koller is really a genius, now I admit it... But why did no one think of this earlier?" He felt that a part of Silla was still resisting, and this aroused him even more. "Break her ... the ultimate victory over their movement", he said to himself, while he touched Silla's pussy. His dick was now so hard in his tight jeans that it was even slightly painful, and it was pulsating, yearning to get into action.

 

 

Silla felt Rudy's tongue in her mouth, and a finger entering her body under her skirt. Her determination melted away like snow in the summer sun. Her whole body was trembling, and she moaned. How could she ever have forgotten how overwhelmingly strong her feelings for this tall, handsome blond man were? "Say that you're my little bitch, my little hole, my whore...", Rudy muttered. "Say how much you missed me! Say it: Women are there to be fucked and used ... for pleasure!" Rudy pressed Silla to the wall with such a force that her ribs were hurting, his massive body was covering hers, and he lifted her up slightly. "Finally you give in... Finally you understand", Rudy whispered in her ear. Her scent made him crazy. He realized that, deep inside, he still had soft feelings for this little, but remarkably tough woman. "Fuck the feelings! Now it's other things that count!", he called himself to order, and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. His giant hard cock sprung out, like an awkward animal freed from its cage. Silla noticed it, and cast a look at the Phallus statue behind Rudy. Its shadow fell on them like a curse from the very beginnings of mankind.

Rudy’s dick was already out, hanging from his zipper, as he loomed over Silla, smug with the taste of victory. His mouth twisted into a sneer, the triumph of breaking her filling him with vile satisfaction. “I’ll claim your pussy,” he growled, leaning in closer, his breath hot and rancid. “And when I do, I’m gonna fuck you every day. Gabriel will give me everything I want once I make you submissive.”

He pressed his lips against hers, the kiss rough, his hands entangled in her black hair. It was passionate, but Silla didn’t respond, her body limp, the drug still clinging to her like chains. Her mind was trapped in a fog of submission, her instincts screaming to fight but her limbs refusing to obey.

"Stop struggling, bitch!" Rudy barked, tugging on her hair harder, pulling her head back. His fingers traced her face possessively, his arrogance bleeding through every gesture. He grinned, dark and malicious, whispering in her ear. “Sstt... good girl... now, say my name.”

Silla’s lips quivered. “Ru...dy...” she muttered weakly, but it wasn’t enough for him. He slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing like a gunshot.

“Master Rudy!” he spat, his voice sharp and full of entitlement.

“Master... Rudy...” Silla repeated, her voice hollow.

Rudy laughed, standing over her, savoring the moment. He kicked her to the ground, his legs spread wide, the cockiness oozing from him like poison. “Now,” he said with a wicked grin, “a little game before I bring you to Gabriel. Let’s see how obedient you can be.”

He was about to lower himself on top of her when suddenly, the mace that had fallen to the ground earlier was lifted by someone from behind. In a swift motion, they swung it at Rudy’s head.

But Rudy, despite his arrogance, was an Admiral, and his reflexes were sharp. He turned just in time, grabbing the mace mid-swing, twisting it out of the attacker’s hand and throwing it aside like it was nothing. He turned, eyes blazing with fury, and saw who had dared to intervene.

It was Alif.

Rudy’s lip curled in disgust. “You don’t know who you’re messing with, boy,” he growled. “You don’t know how great an Admiral really is.”

“Stay away from my wife!” Alif yelled, his voice trembling but defiant. He lunged forward, trying to land a punch, but Rudy was faster. He sidestepped the blow effortlessly and retaliated with a brutal punch to Alif’s solar plexus, knocking the air from his lungs.

Alif collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his body wracked with pain. Rudy, eyes wild with rage, roared, “YOU RUINED MY MOMENT!” His foot shot out, kicking Alif’s face, the force of the blow sending blood spurting from Alif’s mouth. “I claimed her! I won her in our fight, and you... you’re the fucking loser who couldn’t have her!”

“Silla...” Alif croaked, reaching out with a trembling hand toward her, his vision blurring.

Silla, still kneeling, blinked through the fog of the drug. “You are... my... true husband?” she whispered, her voice fragile. Then, as if some part of her subconscious was fighting back, she shook her head. “No... you’re not my husband... Rudy is...”

Alif, desperate, realized what he needed to do. He needed to bring her back, to shake her out of the drug’s grip. There was only one way.

“You don’t belong to anyone, Silla,” Alif gasped, struggling to his hands and knees. “You’re you. I... love you. This is me... this is Alif.” He dropped to all fours, barking pathetically like a dog. “Woof, woof. I’m your pet, Mistress Silla. Remember? I promise if you survive I will be your pet forever.”

Rudy sneered, his foot slamming into Alif’s back, pinning him down. “What the fuck are you doing, you piece of shit?” Rudy spat, stomping on Alif’s back with brutal force. “You’re her pet? You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”

Rudy laughed, savoring the humiliation. “I hate feminists, but a man who aligns with feminists and becomes their pet? You’re not even worthy of being called a man on Gavin’s Rock.” He reached for his mace, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent. “Gabriel told me to kill men like you.”

Silla, still on the ground, crawled closer to Rudy, her eyes glazed over, her mind teetering between submission and defiance. She reached out, her hand brushing Rudy’s exposed dick. “Master Rudy...” she murmured. “Please... give me a lesson... make me submissive. I... I want you.”

Alif’s heart shattered as he watched her fall deeper into Rudy’s control. “Silla, no...” he begged, his voice breaking.

Rudy patted Silla on the head, his grin triumphant. “Good girl,” he cooed, savoring every moment. “Now, let me finish this useless man,” he said, raising his mace high above Alif, ready to deliver the killing blow.

But as Rudy turned his attention back to Alif, Silla’s eyes hardened. She wasn’t gone. Not yet. Her hand slowly tightened into a fist, and in that moment, all the rage, all the defiance she had fought for surged back. She channeled every ounce of her Conqueror Spirit, focusing it into her hand. Seeing her favortie pet/husband in the brink of danger make her heroic side came back. I’m Silla… a free woman”

“HARDENING MAGNUM!” Silla roared, her body erupting with a burst of spirit energy.

Rudy’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, Silla’s fist, blazing with the power of her Conqueror Spirit, grabbed his balls with a grip so strong it felt like his entire body was being crushed.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” Rudy’s scream pierced the air, his knees buckling as the pain shot through him like fire. He had never felt anything like it before, the agony unbearable.

Silla stood over him now, her eyes sharp, her strength returned. “I’m no one’s slave, Rudy, But you will understand how does it feels being a slave cause you’re going to live with me, a long and miserable life as someone who is even more low than pet.” She twisted Rudy’s balls.

A wave of paralyzing pain and nausea ran through Rudy's body, and he suddenly felt he had to throw up. He swallowed in the last moment, but the sensation got even worse, he thought his scrotum would be ripped off any moment.

"Nooo... oouuugh... Remember... your feelings... your inner self... you want me... you want to submit..."

It was his last hope that these words would have an effect on Silla. He sweated, and his dick slowly got limp, some precum leaking from its tip. Images of all the men he had known, and whose manhood had been injured or even destroyed appeared in his racing mind. His balls had been ready to unload, and now they were alarming him they would give in to the tension and the pressure in the next few seconds. "No... no...", he begged, and then, in a last attempt to manipulate Silla: "I love you... I really do... I want only you..."

The word "love" that came out of Rudy's mouth only deepened the disgust in Silla's eyes. She stared down at him, her face twisted in a mixture of anger and amusement. "Love?" She scoffed, shaking her head. "You never knew what love is. You’ll never know, Rudy. All you know is power, and even that’s in the past now. You’ve lost that too.”

Silla leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper, inches from his face. “But now, I’ll show you fear. You’ll beg for me. I’ll give you a choice.” Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she tightened her grip on his balls, twisting them mercilessly. Rudy’s eyes widened in sheer terror, his body locked in pain. “If you beg me and surrender yourself to be my slave forever, I’ll spare your manhood. If not, you’re gonna end up just like Froy.” She laughed darkly, the sound echoing in the room like a promise of suffering.

With a swift shove, Silla threw Rudy against the Phallus Statue, his back crashing into the hard stone with a sickening thud. He slid down, his legs barely supporting him as the pain overtook his senses.

Alif lay on the ground, struggling to keep consciousness, blood still leaking from his mouth. Silla knelt down beside him, brushing the hair from his face with surprising tenderness. She leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips, her voice soft but commanding. “Be safe, my dog,” she whispered. “Go to the car. Wait there. The medics will help you. Just tell them you’re a women’s slave, and they’ll know to let you in.”

Alif blinked weakly, nodding through the pain. He tried to rise but faltered, barely able to stand. Silla smiled softly at him, the briefest glimpse of warmth in her otherwise fierce demeanor. “Go. Now.” With that, she turned her attention back to Rudy, who was now slumped against the Phallus Statue, unable to move, fear written across his face.

Rudy looked up at her, his face pale, sweat pouring down his forehead as he realized the hopelessness of his situation. His body had betrayed him, and now his pants were wet with piss, a clear sign of the fear that gripped him. His breath came in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the adrenaline and terror mixed into a toxic cocktail in his veins.

Silla walked over to him, her boots thudding against the ground with each step, and looked down at him with pure disdain. “That’s just the tip of the iceberg,” she muttered, lifting her leg and delivering a brutal roundhouse kick right to Rudy’s face. Her Conqueror Spirit radiated from the strike, amplifying the blow. The impact was bone-shattering, sending blood flying from his mouth. Two of his teeth clattered to the ground, leaving his face a bleeding, broken mess.

“Not so handsome now, huh, Admiral?” Silla mocked, wiping her bloody hand on his uniform as she crouched over him.

Rudy whimpered, his body trembling, his once-proud facade completely obliterated. Silla reached down and picked up his mace, the one he had used to intimidate and dominate others. She twirled it in her hand for a moment before smiling wickedly.

“Let’s see how you like your own weapon.”

With a primal scream, she swung the mace with all her strength, aiming straight for Rudy’s balls. The sound of the impact was sickening, the crack echoing through the air, followed by Rudy’s scream, a howl so filled with pain that it echoed through the hallways. Even from inside the mansion, Gabriel could hear it.

 

Gabriel, already surrounded by women trying to take him down, paused when the scream reached his ears. His brow furrowed as he effortlessly snapped the arm of a girl who had tried to charge at him, her scream of pain lost in the chaos. Around him, 12 women lay on the ground, some clutching their wounds, others barely conscious. Despite the bloodshed, they kept coming, relentless, driven by their rebellion. He cursed under his breath. He knew that scream—Rudy.

“What the hell was that?” Gabriel snarled into his communicator, snapping the neck of another woman who had dared to challenge him. He needed answers. “Rudy, status.”

But there was no response.

Back at the statue, Rudy lay on the ground, unable to speak, his body convulsing from the excruciating pain. Tears streamed down his bloodied face as he tried to move, but nothing worked. Silla crouched over him again, her face calm, her hand reaching for his dick. Her fingers wrapped around it, and with a sickening grin, she bent it at an unnatural angle, the sound of tearing skin filling the air as Rudy let out another soul-piercing scream. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

“Well,” Silla murmured, almost conversationally, “Dr. Hodenberg might be able to fix this later, but right now, you’re gonna have to make a choice.”

She grabbed Rudy’s communicator, turning it on so that Gabriel and Chase could hear everything. “Hear it, Chase, Gabriel… Your last admiral”

“Beg,” Silla demanded, her voice cold and commanding. “Beg me in front of Gabriel and Chase. Surrender yourself to me, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you keep what’s left of your manhood. If not… well, you’ll be like Froy. I’m gonna personally cut your fucking dick and shut it into your mouth”

"No, no, no, no, no...", Rudy whimpered. He couldn't believe what just happened to him, and wished it was a nightmare from which he could awake. But the pain in his genitals was all too real. "I... I will... I ...", he started, fighting with the rest of his pride and honor. "I will do whatever you want... just don't... take my... my... leave me my manhood! Please! I'm nothing without it... I can't... live without..." He sobbed uncontrollably, and didn't dare to look Silla in her eyes. "Gabriel", he adressed the one man all men on Gavin's Rock looked up to. "It's... it's over! Tell the men to stop fighting! Tell the men to surrender! We can't win anymore! Otherwise... they will castrate all of us! They will do it... I'm sure... Let us give up! Let us save our manhood! Maybe we can... negotiate... later..." He heard Gabriel curse and yell at him through the microphone, but continued: "All Admirals are down... Only a few Watchdogs still standing... Sebastian wounded... Koller was caught ... Chase is..." Rudy stopped, and looked around. Where was Chase? Was there still some hope to be saved by this invincible fighter?

 

 

 

Chase’s rage was moving the ground. His conqueror spirit uncontrolled., his body trembling with fury as he shouted into the communicator. “YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!” The words echoed in his head, the image of Rudy—the Admiral he had put so much faith in—lying broken and defeated at Silla's feet. Chase couldn’t believe what had just happened. Rudy, the one he had chosen personally, trained, and shaped to be his successor, had crumbled.

His memory flashed back to the day of the Admiral selection, when the old Admiral retired. Chase, standing tall and proud in front of the Watchdogs, had confidently declared, “I want strong new blood. Someone with experience, but still a breath of fresh air. My first choice is Rudy... he’s the most dangerous among us. He has a drive that will show the world just how great the Watchdogs are.”

He had believed in Rudy. He had trained him in using Conqueror Spirit. He had thought Rudy could help solidify their power on the island. But now, his best Admiral had fallen.

Chase's grip tightened around Madelyn's neck as he lifted her off the ground effortlessly, like a toy. His strength was legendary—Herculean, and he held her as easily as Hercules lifting the Nemean Lion. His muscles bulged, his teeth grinding as his Conqueror Spirit pulsed around him. “You’re all a bunch of SLUTS!” he bellowed, his voice filled with venom.

With a mighty roar, he threw Madelyn to the ground like a ragdoll. She hit the earth hard, the impact forcing the air from her lungs. But as Madelyn lay there, gasping for breath, she wasn’t broken. She wasn’t defeated.

Chase stood over her, his chest heaving, his fists clenched. “You should’ve been my good wife, the one to bear my son, but you’re just another worthless—”

Madelyn laughed, a sharp, bitter sound that cut through his words like a knife. She slowly pushed herself up, using her metallic stick as leverage, a defiant grin spreading across her face. “Oh, Chase... Chase,” she murmured, shaking her head. “You’ve always been so full of yourself, haven’t you?”

She met his gaze with fire in her eyes. “Back when I was on VOC Island, I took a fertility test. Turns out I’m fertile, Chase.”

Chase froze, his eyes narrowing.

Madelyn chuckled darkly, seeing the doubt flicker across his face. “Yeah, that’s right. And then I realized something—you lied to me, didn’t you? Koller must have told you the truth long ago, didn’t he?” Her voice grew louder, her words gaining strength with every syllable.

Chase’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing.

Madelyn laughed again, her voice full of bitter triumph. “You’re infertile, Chase! You can’t have kids! You’ve got a low sperm count—that's what Koller told me!”

The girls around them, those who had fought so hard against Chase and his men, began to laugh. Their laughter echoed through the battlefield, a sound that made Chase’s skin crawl with humiliation.

“What?” one of the women taunted. “The Fleet Admiral has low sperm count? That’s priceless!”

Chase’s face turned red with fury, his body shaking as the truth of his most closely guarded secret was revealed. His mind raced, his vision narrowing on Madelyn as she continued to speak, twisting the knife deeper.

“You blamed me for over 15 years,” Madelyn said, her voice steady despite the pain in her body. She stood now, fully upright, leaning on her metal stick for support. “You told me I was the problem. You made me believe I was the one who was infertile, the one who couldn’t give you a son. But it was all a fucking lie, wasn’t it? A facade to make yourself feel better. To make you feel like a man.”

Chase’s eyes burned with fury, his fists trembling, but he still said nothing.

Madelyn stepped closer to him, her voice dripping with venom. “But you’re not a man, are you? You’ve never been. You can’t even have kids, because you’ve got low sperm count! Hahahaha! That’s pathetic, Chase. You’re pathetic.”

The women around them cackled, the laughter growing louder, the humiliation growing heavier with every second. Madelyn’s words cut deeper than any weapon ever could. She had exposed his greatest weakness, his biggest shame, the thing he had fought so hard to hide.

“And the sex?” Madelyn added, grinning through the pain. “Even that was pathetic. All these years of blaming me, making me feel worthless, and it turns out you’re just a broken, weak little man even with conquerors.”

Chase’s eyes went wild with rage. His Conqueror Spirit flared up around him, the ground trembling beneath his feet as his power threatened to explode. He wanted to kill her, to crush her for this. But for the first time in his life, he felt something he had never felt before—shame.

His secret was out, and no amount of power, no amount of force, could undo the truth Madelyn had just exposed. The strongest man on the island had just been reduced to nothing by the woman he had spent years trying to dominate.

With a face that was now dark red from anger and shame, Chase looked around him. In his vicinity, he was the only man who was still standing. His Watchdogs were lying on the ground, and the ones who were still conscious and curling up holding their balls were still lucky, compared to those men who were lying on their back with steel arrows or spears sticking out of their bulges. All this blood, all this suffering, all this fighting for superiority - had it been in vain? "Never... NEVER!" The second time, Chase shouted the word as loud as he still could. "You can't bring me down! Not with your weapons, and not with your words! I'm a MAN! Men can reproduce, but they can also KILL! Kill beasts and witches that threaten us! And that's what I will do! Prepare to die!" He raised his sword to impale his wife on it, but several women leaped forward to stop his attack. Chase easily defended himself from their improvised weapons, but he knew it couldn't go on forever. They were too many, and more of them came running... Madelyn slowly crawled away from him. "Bring him down! He's tall but stupid!", she shouted. "Remember what Bianca and Silla taught you! Aim between his legs!"

Madelyn's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she heard Dinah's scream echo through the battlefield. “NOOOOO! NOOOOOOO!” The sound was sharp, desperate. It could only mean one thing—Gabriel had gotten to her.

“Shit.” Madelyn’s breath caught in her throat, her mind clouded with panic and indecision. For a brief moment, she stood frozen, unsure whether to rush to Dinah’s aid or stay and fight Chase, who was still looming over her, his rage like a dark cloud ready to consume everything.

She had to make a choice—now.

Without thinking twice, Madelyn grabbed a couple of smoke bombs from her belt, tossing them at the ground in front of Chase. A thick cloud of smoke exploded in front of him, enveloping him in darkness. Without hesitation, Madelyn slipped on her safety goggles, the smoke providing her a brief moment of escape.

“Madelyn!” Chase’s voice was a bellow, filled with rage as the smoke swallowed him whole. But Madelyn didn’t look back. She bolted toward Gabriel’s mansion, her feet pounding the ground as she raced toward the front door. Her breath was ragged, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

She was so close. The mansion loomed in front of her, but just as she reached the door, she felt it—a crushing force wrapping around her mind. Her muscles stiffened, her body frozen in place as Chase’s Conqueror Spirit bore down on her, suffocating her will.

Madelyn's eyes went wide as she struggled to move, her entire body trembling under the weight of Chase’s overwhelming power. He was coming, and she was helpless to stop it. She heard his slow, methodical footsteps behind her as he approached, and her heart sank.

Through blurred vision, she saw Chase emerge from the smoke, his face twisted with fury, his eyes red with rage. He wiped his eyes clean with water from the nearby fountain, an unsettling grin creeping across his face.

“You fucking ungrateful wife,” Chase snarled, the words dripping with venom.

Before Madelyn could react, Chase's fist connected with her stomach, the force of the punch sending her sprawling to the ground. She gasped for breath as pain exploded through her body, her metallic stick clattering to the ground beside her. She had to move, had to fight back, but her limbs wouldn’t respond. She could only watch as Chase loomed over her, his shadow swallowing her whole.

Chase dropped down, straddling her body, pinning her to the ground with his weight. His Conqueror Spirit was still pressing down on her, suffocating her, making it impossible to fight back. His hands gripped her arms, holding her down as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin.

“You’re going to pay for humiliating me, Madelyn,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. His lips brushed against her neck, the feeling of his skin against hers sending a wave of disgust through her.

Madelyn’s mind raced, her body still locked in place by Chase’s power. She could feel his breath against her neck, his hands digging into her arms. The rage she had felt earlier flickered inside her, but it was buried under the weight of his control. She was trapped.

But deep inside, the fire of defiance still burned.

Chase pressed his lips to her neck, a vile grin spreading across his face. “You should’ve been a good wife,” he whispered. “But now? Now I’ll show you what it means to cross me.”

Madelyn fought against the influence that paralyzed her, and assembled all her remaining power to attack Chase. But the previous fights had exhausted her, and Chase's mental and physical strength seemed unshaken. She raised her knee to Chase's crotch, but she realized immediately her move had been too weak. "Oughh...", Chase groaned, and despite her situation, it amused Madelyn to see that even her weak assault affected Chase more than she had anticipated. "Don't... do ... that... again!", Chase said with a cold, menacing voice. He took some handcuffs from his belt, and bent Madelyn's arms on her back. "You will regret I didn't kill you just now!", he growled, lifting her on his shoulder. "The torturing of you and the other sisters will be a warning to the other rebels!" He turned around, and saw some women who had already recovered from his attacks stumbling through the resolving smoke. "I'll bring you to Gabriel! He'll be delighted to have one more captive!"