The alley burned with red glow.
Jenny and Genny stood inches apart — two faces, one bloodline, torn by fate. Jenny ragged, blouse ripped, sweat dripping. Genny sleek, leather corset hugging every curve like a dominatrix stepping off a K-pop stage.
No signal was needed. They lunged.
Their bodies collided with a crack of leather on skin, fists and nails tearing. Jenny's blouse split wider across her chest as she twisted, breasts heaving with each strike. Genny's corset strained as she bent back, lips curled in a sadistic grin, like a pop idol caught mid-dance but holding a knife instead of a mic.
They rolled together against the wall, Jenny pinning Genny by the throat, their faces so close it looked like a kiss about to happen. Genny smirked even as she gasped for air. "Careful, sister. The men watching might think this is a show."
Jenny snarled, pressing her knee between Genny's thighs to hold her down. "This isn't a show. This is payback."
Their fight wasn't just brutal. It was sensual — each strike too close, each grapple too heated. Jenny's hair whipped across Genny's lips, Genny's nails raked lines down Jenny's bare stomach. Blood mixed with sweat, turning the brawl into something that could've been mistaken for foreplay in another world.
Tim's jaw clenched, blade swinging through Nomerci soldiers that swarmed him, but his eyes kept snapping to the twins — his rage tangling with a lust he hated himself for.
Jenny drove a punch into Genny's ribs, forcing her twin to stumble, hair now wild, perfect queenly poise cracking. "You're not invincible," Jenny spat. "You wear my face, but you're nothing like me."
Genny smirked through the blood, lips red like smeared lipstick. "Oh, but sister… I don't play fair."
The sound came before the man — boots dragging heavy on stone, a laugh sharp and cruel.
Hussain stepped from the shadows.
Tall, scarred, his leather coat stained with dark patches. His grin was wide, too wide, the kind that reminded Tim of cartel leaders in leaked footage — men who smiled while cutting throats on camera. His eyes glowed with sadism, alive only when others suffered.
"Two sisters clawing each other in the mud," Hussain drawled. "Better than any pay-per-view." His voice cracked like a UFC announcer, mocking, thick with bloodlust.
Jenny whirled toward him, but too late. His whip cracked through the air, wrapping around her arm. The barbed leather dug into her skin, tearing flesh as he yanked her backward with brutal ease.
She slammed against the ground, blouse slipping lower, sweat-slick breasts rising with each desperate gasp. Hussain loomed over her, boot pressing into her chest, pinning her flat.
"Careful, girl," he said with a grin too casual. "Step on a neck the right way, you hear bones crunch like bubble wrap. Addictive sound."
Jenny spat blood at him, eyes blazing. "You're sick."
Hussain laughed, whipping her again, dragging her across the dirt like she was nothing more than meat. "Sick? No, sweetheart. I'm entertainment. And tonight, you're the main act."
Genny wiped blood from her lip, rising to her feet, corset gleaming under the crimson light. "Thank you, Hussain. About time."
Jenny thrashed against the whip, her blouse hanging loose, but Hussain tightened the coils, cutting into her skin until she screamed. His grin only widened. "Music to my ears. Keep screaming. Reminds me of those leaked celebrity tapes — raw, unfiltered, unforgettable."
Tim roared, cutting down two more soldiers, but the Nomerci tide swallowed him. Yuko's skirt was torn as she spun, blade dripping red. Lacey fought like a fitness champion in a cage match, her fists shattering jaws. Amy clung to Tim's back, stabbing low, eyes wide with kitten terror.
But none of them could reach Jenny.
Hussain dragged her up by the whip, forcing her to kneel, blood running down her arm. "Don't worry, girl," he whispered, leaning close, his breath rancid. "Our Queen likes her toys breathing."
Jenny's eyes burned. She spat in his face again, defiance to the end. "You'll regret this."
Genny tilted her head, smirk widening. "Almost had me, sister. Almost. But almost doesn't matter in Villian Ville."
With a jerk, Hussain yanked Jenny into the shadows, her screams fading into the night.
Casey, still bound to the post, thrashed harder, her gag muffling her rage. Jenny managed to shout, voice cracking: "Save her!"
Tim staggered through blood and chaos, cutting the last ropes holding Casey.
She collapsed into his arms, body warm, curves pressing against him like a model falling into a lover's grasp. Her leather outfit clung to his skin, slick with sweat, breasts brushing against his chest as she gasped for breath.
Tim sliced the gag free. Casey's lips parted instantly, glistening, her hot breath spilling against his cheek. Her eyes were sharp, seductive, alive again.
She gave a sly smile, voice dripping with sultry edge.
"So… what we gonna do next, my master?"