Silla's Busting Advanture

  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 amou...

  It had been a week since the daring mission at Gabriel’s mansion, a week since Bianca joined forces with the girls to form the BDSM Sisters. They had carved out a small sanctuary in the basement of the general kitchen, where Bianca had taken on the role of mentor, guiding the women through a grueling combative training regime. In just seven days, the girls had shown remarkable progress, their initial hesitations slowly giving way to determination and strength. “Bring up your knee! Imagine that’s your husband’s balls!” Bianca’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding, as she watched Silla practice on the punching bag. Silla’s eyes narrowed, the image of Alif’s smug, handsome face flashing in her mind, his legs wide open in arrogance. She drove her knee into the bag with a force that startled even herself. At the same time, Madelyn hesitated, her movements faltering. “Oh my God. I can’t do this!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration and fear. Bianca, not one to coddl...