Author's Note: Important Content Warning
Dear 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
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points.
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The moonlight spread like a silver veil over the earth, shining cold and quiet.
Gulag Camp.
The prison was a fortress of despair, wrapped in towering electrified fences
and swept constantly by blinding searchlights. Soviet soldiers marched along
every corridor and checkpoint, rifles in hand, their presence suffocating. It was
the kind of place whispered about in fear—a place that swallowed men whole,
where once you entered, you never left.
And yet, inside a room on the top floor of the main compound, Jack Kadere
stood calmly by the window, hands in his pockets, staring down at the open
yard below as if he were observing nothing more than a casual playground.
A month ago—right after Element Woman, Emily Sung, had left them—they had
relocated here. Their old hideout, with its blown-out villa wall, wasn't worth
fixing, and the inevitable arrival of the Legends of Tomorrow meant their old
base wouldn't stay hidden for long. So, moving into Gulag Camp, a so-called
hell on earth, seemed almost logical.
For Jack and his allies, this wasn't a prison. It was simply a larger villa.
Whatever they asked for, they received: food, books, equipment. The guards
bowed to their whims.
The Firestorm project's laboratory was here as well. Dr. Valentina Vostok had
practically made it her second home, burying herself in experiments day and
night. Meanwhile, Kate was obsessed with perfecting her interrogation
techniques. With prisoners on hand, progress came quickly. Jack had peeked
in on a few sessions when boredom struck. Kate's once sharp and decisive
demeanor was transforming into something colder, crueler… almost regal in
her dominance.
Everyone had their own distractions. Everyone but Jack.
Though it was said that books contain houses of gold and beautiful women,
Jack found little thrill in them now. After skimming the fundamentals of
physics and electronic engineering, the initial fire of curiosity had fizzled. He
was restless.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A sharp knock broke the silence.
"Come in," Jack replied, turning from the window.
Two Soviet soldiers entered, escorting a familiar face—Laura.
"You two, leave us," Jack ordered with a flick of his hand. The guards obeyed,
closing the door behind them.
Laura had been stuck with them since Gulag became their new base. She
hadn't gone with Emily Sung and had nowhere else to escape. Jack hadn't
cared much; Valentina arranged a single cell for her, and that was that. Truth
be told, if Kate hadn't mentioned Laura today—casually, during a rare moment
of conversation—Jack might have forgotten she was even there.
Now, standing before him, Laura looked far different from the determined
woman he'd once met. Dressed in clean but plain prison clothes, her face was
pale, her confidence eroded. The heroic spirit that had once burned in her eyes
seemed to have been extinguished, replaced with something dull and broken.
Jack smirked faintly. So much for a shining superhero.
He stepped forward. Laura instinctively shrank back, eyes wide with unease.
"Don't move," Jack growled lowly.
Laura froze. "Wh-what do you want from me?" she asked, voice trembling.
"What do you think?"
Jack pushed Laura onto the bed, her body bouncing on the mattress as she
landed. She immediately tried to scoot away, but Jack grabbed her ankles,
pulling her back toward him.
"No... Jack... Please..." she begged, her voice filled with uncertainty.
Jack sneered, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts roughly.
Laura gasped, her body arching into his touch, betraying her even as her mind
screamed for him to stop.
"Please... Jack... Don't do this..." she whimpered, her voice torn between desire
and disgust.
Jack ignored her protests, his hands slipping underneath her prison uniform,
finding her naked flesh. Laura's breath hitched, her body tensing as he began
to explore her intimately.
"It's too much... Jack... It's too much..." she panted, her voice filled with
conflict.
Jack growled, his fingers finding her entrance, slipping inside to feel her
already wet and ready. Laura moaned, her hips bucking against his hand,
seeking more friction.
"See, you little slut... You want this..." Jack taunted, his voice laced with
contempt.
Laura bit her lip, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No... It's not... It's not
true..." she sobbed.
Jack smirked, positioning himself at her entrance. "Your body doesn't lie,
Laura. It's time to admit the truth."
He surged 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 whimpered, her body tensing as she
adjusted to his size.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sharp rhythm of high heels rang from the corridor outside. Valentina
Vostok, face alight with excitement, hurried toward Jack's quarters. But before
she reached the door, she paused. The muffled cries from inside made her
slow her steps.
That's not Kate's voice… Valentina thought. And it's not one of the other female
prisoners—he never touched them. That must mean… ah, Laura.
She hesitated briefly at the threshold before pushing the door open.
Jack glanced up at her with a frown. "Something wrong?"
"Yes," Valentina replied quickly. "Just as you predicted, the Legends have
arrived. We've captured Martin Stein, Mick Rory, and Ray Palmer."
Jack's smirk widened. "Finally. Took them long enough. Keep them
comfortable for now—I'll be there shortly."
"Don't take too long." Valentina's eyes flicked toward Laura, still shaking and
tear-streaked. She shook her head slightly in puzzlement. Knowing what would
happen to her, why didn't she try to escape earlier? Are all American superheroes
this reckless?
Jack leaned back lazily. "This won't be quick."
Valentina hesitated only a moment longer before adding, "One more
thing—Vandal Savage is here too."
With that, she turned sharply and left, the sound of her heels echoing away
down the corridor.
Jack began to move, his hips slamming into her, setting a punishing pace that
had Laura crying out with each thrust. Her body continued to convulse, her
orgasms forced upon her, unwanted yet undeniable.
Laura's mind screamed in protest, but her body betrayed her, meeting each
thrust with equal fervor, seeking more friction, more pleasure. She tried to
push him away, to fight back, but her limbs refused to obey her commands.
As Jack reached his peak, Laura's body tensed, her own release building
rapidly within her. With a final, brutal thrust, Jack came undone, his cock
throbbing inside her as he filled her with his hot cum.
Laura's body convulsed one last time, her orgasm ripping through her,
unwanted yet undeniable. As they collapsed onto the bed, panting and
sweat-soaked, Laura's mind raced, her thoughts filled with shame and
confusion.
An hour later, silence settled.
Jack dressed, glanced at Laura's shaken form, and chuckled softly. "I'll be
leaving here soon. Think carefully about whether you want to come with me."
Laura didn't answer, but her dull eyes flickered faintly at his words.
Bang!
The door shut behind him as Jack left. With a casual wave, he ordered a guard
to lead him to the Legends.
...
Interrogation Room
Jack pushed the heavy door open and walked in.
The scene was grim: Atom and Heat Wave were strung up, convulsing under
electrocution, while Vandal Savage and Valentina worked to pressure Martin
Stein into giving up the Firestorm matrix.
"Quite lively in here," Jack drawled, smiling as he stepped inside. "I'm not late,
am I?"
"Jack Kadere?!"
"Why are you here?"
"Finally! Did Sara send you? Are you here to save us?"
The three Legends were shocked at his sudden appearance. Their despair
quickly turned into hope. Despite past disagreements, Jack had worked with
them before—and Sara's close connection to him gave them reason to believe
he was here on their side. His strength was overwhelming; freeing them would
be no effort at all.
But before their hope could fully take root, they noticed something unsettling:
Savage and Valentina looked completely calm. No one sounded alarms.
"You arrived right on time," Vandal Savage said with a sly grin. "This stubborn
old man is all yours."
"Sure," Jack replied casually, smiling.
The Legends froze. What? Did he just agree with Savage?
"How… how does it sound like they're working together?!" Atom stammered.
"You—" Atom started furiously, but Jack simply raised a finger.
Zzzzt!
A surge of current—far stronger than the electrocution before—slammed into
Atom, forcing a strangled cry from his throat.
"These two are useless," Jack said with an almost bored tone. "Let them go."
"Let them go?" Savage arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure? Without them, Stein
may not be so willing to cooperate."
"Oh, he will," Jack said with a bright, knowing grin. His eyes fixed on Martin
Stein. "Isn't that right, Professor?"
Martin Stein hesitated, caught between fear and calculation.
Was Jack truly aligned with Savage—or playing some deeper game? Still, if Rory and Palmer
were released, that gave them a chance. Swallowing hard, Stein nodded. "If
you release them, I'll cooperate."
"See? Simple," Jack said, clapping his hands together with a mock
cheerfulness.
Savage exchanged a glance with Valentina, who gave a faint nod of
agreement.
"…Fine. Release them," Savage ordered.
Within moments, Atom and Heat Wave were unbound and dragged out of the
Gulag camp—thrown into the cold night with nothing but uncertainty about
Jack Kadere's true intentions.