Author's Note: Important Content WarningDear readers,
The following chapter deals with extremely dark and mature subject matter, including explicit and graphic depictions of [rape/sexual assault]. This content is intended for adult audiences only and may be disturbing, triggering, or offensive to some.
These scenes are not written for titillation but are a part of a broader narrative exploring themes of [mention themes, e.g., power, trauma, survival, villainy]. They are integral to the development of specific characters and the plot.
If you find such material harmful or distressing, I strongly encourage you to skip this chapter entirely. Your mental well-being is more important. I am happy to provide a non-graphic plot summary of the chapter's events via private message so you can continue the story without missing key plot points.
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Laura stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Jack approach her from behind. She tried to speak, to tell him to stop, but no words came out. Her body refused to obey her commands, her limbs feeling heavy and sluggish.
Jack grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her back against him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, making her stomach churn with fear and disgust.
"No... Jack... please..." she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.
Jack ignored her, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts roughly, making her cry out in pain. He leaned down, his lips finding her neck, biting and sucking, marking her.
Laura tried to struggle, to push him away, but her body refused to cooperate. It was as if she was trapped inside her own skin, unable to move or speak.
Jack spun her around, pushing her roughly onto the bed. Laura landed with a thud, her body bouncing on the mattress. She tried to scoot back, to put some distance between them, but Jack followed, crawling onto the bed, pinning her beneath him.
"No... Jack... Please... It's my first time... Please don't do this..." she begged, her voice filled with tears.
Jack sneered, his hands grabbing her thighs, forcing them apart. "I don't care, Laura. I'm going to take what I want."
He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling her resistance. Laura whimpered, her body tensing as she braced herself for the invasion.
"Please... Jack... Don't..." she pleaded one last time.
Jack ignored her, his hips surging forward, filling her completely in one brutal thrust. Laura cried out, her body convulsing as she was torn apart by his girth.
"Jack... it hurts... it hurts so much..." she sobbed, her tears streaming down her cheeks.
Jack grunted, his hips moving, setting a punishing pace that had Laura crying out with each thrust. He dominated her, his body moving with precision and control, leaving no room for her to do anything but surrender to his will.
"Shut up and take it, you little bitch," Jack growled, his voice laced with contempt. "You're mine now. I can do whatever I want to you."
Laura's body continued to convulse, her orgasms forced upon her, unwanted and unwanted. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, her body struggling to cope with the invasion, the pain, the humiliation.
"Please... Jack... Stop... Please..." she begged, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Jack ignored her, his pace quickening, his grip on her hips tightening. Laura could feel his body tensing, his release nearing.
"Almost there, you little whore," he grunted, his voice filled with disgust. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum. Mark you as mine."
With a final, brutal thrust, Jack came undone, his cock throbbing inside her as he filled her with his hot cum. Laura whimpered, her body limp and spent, her mind shattered by the violation.
As Jack pulled out of her, Laura's body continued to convulse, her mind replaying the scene over and over again, trapped in a never-ending loop of horror. She lay there, alone and broken, her body covered in bruises and tears, her soul shattered into a million pieces.
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Humiliation? Anger?
Laura felt both, swallowed up by a suffocating sense of powerlessness. From the moment she had put on her uniform and dreamed of becoming a hero, she had never once imagined herself in such a state. The helplessness pressed down on her like chains, and all she could do was let the tears roll down uncontrollably, while the figure looming behind her acted with impunity.
Time dragged endlessly, every second feeling like an eternity. When the torment finally ended, Laura felt numb, her body drained of strength. She slid down off the table, crumpling onto the floor, staring blankly as Jack Kadere pulled up a chair and sat across from her.
"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?" Jack's voice was calm, even cruel in its indifference. "Your mother felt the same way back then. But you're luckier than her, do you know why?" He leaned forward, eyes glinting like a predator's. "Because you believe I'm a bad person. So when I hurt you, it seems natural. But the one who broke your mother wasn't some villain—he was a hero. Her partner. Her teammate."
Laura's head snapped up, her tear-stained face trembling. Jack's words burrowed deep like poisoned needles.
"She was in more pain than you. More desperate than you," he continued, merciless. "Don't you… want revenge?"
Her lips parted. "Who is it?!"
Jack's smile widened, sharp and mocking. "The Comedian. Some called him Edward Blake…."
"What?!" Laura's heart felt like it was tearing apart. After experiencing the horror herself, she could better understand the agony her mother endured. To imagine that The Comedian was responsible—it ignited a fury she couldn't contain.
Jack wasn't finished. He delivered the next blow with the cold satisfaction of a demon. "Believe me, that's not all. Do you want to know who your father really is?"
Laura's eyes widened. "No… no, that's impossible—!"
"It's him," Jack said without hesitation. "The Comedian. The same man who hurt your mother. Look at the timing. After everything he did to her, she still ended up with him. You can hate me all you want, but don't forget—your own blood ties you to him."
"That's a lie!" Laura screamed, clutching her head as tears streamed down again.
Jack stood, watching her crumble. "Superheroes?" He chuckled darkly. "Nothing more than people wearing masks to hide their sins."
He walked to the door, his footsteps unhurried. With a heavy bang, the door shut behind him, leaving Laura sprawled on the floor, completely shattered.
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Back at the villa, Jack Kadere didn't spare her another thought. He picked up a thick manual, immersing himself in study. His focus had already shifted from biology to electrical engineering. He was fascinated by the idea of constructing something akin to Tony Stark's Iron Man armor—but using DC tech, making it his own. The thought consumed him until he lost track of time.
By the time he stretched and left his study, the night was heavy and still. Valentina and Laili hadn't yet returned. At the doorway, a Soviet soldier in uniform was just stepping out. Jack narrowed his eyes.
"You," Jack called out lazily. "Find out when the others are coming back."
The soldier stiffened slightly, then nodded and started toward the telephone in the living room.
Step. Step.
As she passed him, she stumbled, tripping over the carpet. She fell toward him, reaching out for balance.
But Jack sidestepped casually.
Bang!
She landed hard, face-first, then looked up at him in disbelief. Under normal circumstances, most men would have helped her up.
Instead, Jack smirked. "Are you alright?"
"I'm… fine," she muttered.
"Then why aren't you getting up to make the call?" he asked, his voice cool but sharp.
Her hesitation was answer enough. Slowly, she rose, head bowed. But as she straightened, her left arm transformed, skin turning into jagged rock. She swung at Jack in a sudden strike.
Her rocky fist closed the distance in an instant—
Only for her eyes to widen in shock. Jack's skin hardened in the same instant, his face and fists transforming into the same stony substance as hers.
CRACK!
Her blow landed, but instead of breaking him, it echoed like two boulders colliding. She staggered back several steps, stunned.
Jack didn't move an inch. He glanced down at his rock-covered hands, flexing his fingers with interest. A dangerous grin spread across his face.
"Good ability," he murmured. His eyes narrowed as they gleamed in the dim light. "Looks like I just picked up a brand-new trick."