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At eighteen, Jax had arrived on the island as nothing more than a broken soul - a boy dragged through hell, his chest bound with chains of grief and fear. He had been prey then - his wrists bound, his mouth gagged, thrown into the wild like discarded meat.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEiC54WDo8M
He wasn't supposed to survive.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAWTqsRirkc
But he did.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMlTTFzLYRv
He didn't just endure - he evolved.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIiIjzt0IqF
Three years later, Jax was no longer the hunted. He was the hunter - a predator sharpened by pain, forged by the island itself. Day by day, it had stripped away his humanity, layer by layer, until only something raw and deadly remained. What had once been dreams became tools. What was once innocence became memory.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8M1Ml0cdet
He learned to survive not by running, but by watching. By studying. Learning the rules.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx57ZqlSF54
Then mastering them.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlWS70Yk4yw
His body had changed - muscle built over lean bone, reflexes honed like weapons. He could read the trees, hear danger in the wind, disappear into shadows like fog. He moved like rumour. Like fear.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH981GdmI6e
The hunters who had once looked down on him now whispered his name. Some with respect. Others with unease.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSxdCXeTibT
Jax was no longer just a player in their twisted game. He was a force. A ghost.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYBej255OMa
A legend in the making.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCYU6ur68N1
At first, he hunted to survive. Now he hunted to dominate.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk44hm3HJME
He carved out his own territory deep in the forest - a brutal network of shelters, traps and lookouts. No one approached without his knowledge. His camp was invisible to the unwary, untouchable to the weak.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHKevwYJsFa
The island's newest prisoners spoke of him as a myth. The shadow in the trees. The silent one. The predator who knew your name before you knew his.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDT64VjyRS7
But Jax remembered everything.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmzyyXQUR8X
He remembered the bruises. The screams. The girl who had tried to save him. The way her voice broke as they dragged her away. That sound lived inside him - no longer as grief, but as purpose.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxmEcycqcTY
He trained. He waited. He calculated.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGpoj22HP8S
And when it moved, it moved like nightfall.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjj27bDCN4U
The women who came were no longer sisters in suffering.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD9ShHnv3Re
They were pieces. Booty. Currency.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡifgfSPluyO
Currency. Strategy. Each one had value - and Jax decided how to use it.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOhgKvQ4pzJ
He didn't take them all. That would have been clumsy. Predictable. No - he was methodical. He studied them. Watched. Waited. Understood what made them tick. What made them tremble.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRJeuxPdsw2
And then, when the thread holding them together was thin enough to snap - he struck.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHupB17uRls
Some followed him out of fear. Others, finally, out of something colder. Something that looked like loyalty. Affection was a rare and irrelevant thing in Jax's world. He didn't need to be loved.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZw3e2ptCrd
Just obeyed.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDBrmIi3yP6
Jax had become the dark balance of the island.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjrxsniDh8C
Not its saviour.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1P2ZvbJ9nY
Not its devil.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE9Ep0p9NTo
Its law.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc5FA2NmD7m
And the law was cruel.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1QTPhWuwOg
There were no fairy tales here.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo8XbxgjeTm
Only choices.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiia5DW6xU7
Only consequences.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjqymdP9Lkj
From the top of the cliffs, he watched a new transport cut through the water far below. His fingers curled slightly, the familiar thrill already crawling under his skin.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSKUIGn7e3w
New arrivals.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuiheiCwr4W
New eyes.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYD4zHsXutH
New fear.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3MtQujlycQ
New fires to put out - or to test.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuuOkuSrKRq
And maybe, just maybe...78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFFoKxjwIxM
Someone worth breaking.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRZhtjzlU3T
He turned away from the edge and disappeared into the trees, the forest swallowing him whole. The birds scattered. The leaves fell silent.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVYYGaaA0bO
The hunter was on the move.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4guZ0Ukejw
And this island?78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4WUzTZRRaB
This island was his.
The narrow path that wound through the forest had all but disappeared. Overhead, the trees arched like clasped fingers, filtering the sunlight into shards of green and gold. The air was thick, almost heavy, and the sound of birds had all but disappeared - replaced now and again by a faint, unfamiliar crunch in the undergrowth.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdwMiARSFjo
Jessica narrowed her eyes at the map in her hand, turning it over for the fifth time.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTbTE1etzqp
"This is complete rubbish," she muttered. "According to this, we should've hit 'Bottom of the Well' ages ago. There's no well. Hell, there's not even gravity that feels normal here."78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrz7HYsz9ZI
Tom leaned over her shoulder, studying the faded lines. "So... if this isn't it, then where the hell are we?"78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHUKSlvMfO6
"Even if this map is ancient," Jessica said, "there should be some landmarks. Unless the trees have decided to replant themselves."78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEDdqDkLRmC
Tom squatted down and dropped his rucksack. "Maybe whoever drew this map wanted it to be confusing. If this island is undocumented... maybe it's meant to stay that way."78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb3PGjRQIlE
Jessica didn't answer immediately. She had taken a few steps forward and was leaning against a large tree, her eyes scanning the dense foliage. The sound of the ocean had faded completely - replaced by something quieter. Something deeper. The rustling of leaves. The call of a bird, distant and strange. The heartbeat of the forest itself.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS7RpgMmmJY
And for the first time since his arrival, a flicker of unease danced behind her confident demeanour.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEzgCvfLkrP
Tom bent over the map again - and that was when the sound came.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3NHSHWllOq
Deep. Muffled. Mechanical. An engine.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwryqbdLn3U
It didn't roar. It didn't roar. It pulsed through the floor like a whisper in metal.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbZfRX5MajO
Jessica straightened instantly, her eyes narrowing as she turned her head towards the sound.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpVgOh8FfQR
"That's... an engine," she said in a hushed voice. "A truck, maybe. Not close. But not far."78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO4APsSNXvT
Tom nodded. Slowly. He tightened the straps of his pack and stood.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIIUBEqaAbp
"Let's move. Carefully."78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd5UG3BVJkl
The forest swallowed their footsteps as they started again, slower this time. Jessica took the lead, her stance sharpened by instinct. Tom followed, each step measured, his breath held.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH7SNQL8eTs
The sound became clearer. Not louder - but more defined.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdoeuvStEWV
A rhythm. A vibration.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPhuaWJscVs
Not natural.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrdb5EOjjYE
And definitely not alone.
Jax remembered the first time he saw them.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRRZLv49BsD
He had been hidden deep in the woods, his body woven into the shadows like a predator born of the trees. Not a sound escaped him. Every breath was a silent calculation, every twitch of muscle restrained by instinct sharpened over years of solitude. The wind howled in from the ocean, tearing through the branches, dragging the scent of salt and something sweeter—sweat, skin, life. The waves below crashed against the rocks in a rhythm only Jax understood now, a rhythm he had listened to for years. It was the pulse of the island. His island.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡquALyTK73a
That moment, the moment he first laid eyes on the woman and her daughter, was etched into him like fire into flesh.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjKHhYGXRyw
The girl moved without fear. She danced barefoot across the mossy stones and fine sand, her laughter rolling with the wind, piercing the night with something innocent, something that had no place here. Her long curls shimmered in the moonlight, her blue bikini catching starfire like scattered sapphires. She was light. Unspoiled. Untouched.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHUij6VrJAB
To Jax, she looked like a forest nymph, something not quite real.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2qgQ8lvXV3
But the mother—she was different.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBE3mt4x6e0
Every movement was measured. Her feet tested each step before committing. Her eyes didn’t just look; they hunted. She read the trees, the silence, the shifting air. Jax could see it in her face—the weight of experience. This woman had seen pain. She had survived it. Her body, still graceful, moved like it remembered violence. She was danger wrapped in beauty. And unlike her daughter, she didn’t belong to the light.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYb7b1S1iNF
She belonged to Jax’s world.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡATtNYLDZRL
They were both prey.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFsDyUTjjZV
But the girl? She would break too easily.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxJbs9IrMjo
The mother? The mother was the real game.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFC21KGx5tX
Back then, Jax had still been learning. The transformation from prey to predator had been violent, but it had also been necessary. He had come to this island when he was only eighteen, dragged into its shadows by those who thought he would disappear into the trees and never matter again. And for a time, they were right. He was just another broken thing dropped into the island’s silence.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Gk6YM9oJ9
But the island had spoken to him.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoHZDhM3T5k
It had taught him that survival wasn’t enough.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5bkwUbFm88
He had suffered. He had run. He had cried under the rain and curled into the roots of trees like a dying animal. He had been prey—beaten, hunted, used. But the pain hardened him. The silence became his armor. He learned how to move without being seen, how to listen when others made noise, how to wait when others acted. The island had taken him in like a wild thing and made him sharper than the thorns that tore his skin.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5o9wnVko7B
Now, at twenty-one, Jax wasn’t just a survivor.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5yFhc3zoD3
He was the island’s reckoning.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOpjsnFESVt
He knew every trail, every cave, every blind spot. He knew how to avoid the hunters and how to hunt them in return. He had built a territory of shadows, where no one entered without him knowing. The island had its laws, unspoken and brutal. And Jax? Jax had rewritten them. He had become a law unto himself.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNj2gHN7Nms
And the island had begun to offer him gifts.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOGv9VDyqwb
Women. Girls. The lost, the trapped, the forgotten.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKhFET3X7Pv
Some came in boats. Others were dropped like coinless secrets in the night. They arrived frightened, defiant, angry. But none of them understood the rules. Not at first. Jax did. And that made all the difference.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOIhxk7T3j7
He had become more than a hunter.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEzyKiLR11T
He had become a collector of choices.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxIw2iA6H6c
Every time he watched a new arrival, he measured the moment they crossed the line from hope to fear. From fear to desperation. That change—that precise instant when they realized no one was coming to save them—was the most exquisite part. It wasn’t about hurting them. It was about watching the light fade from their eyes, knowing he was the one who took it.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP4wcIdMh8M
Power wasn’t in dominance. It was in knowing when someone broke.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOND9LRaObv
That mother and daughter, walking the shore that night—they were something different. Something rare. And Jax, hidden in the trees, had seen everything. The daughter had skipped toward the waves, throwing her arms up to the sky like she belonged to it. So open. So unaware.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs90xkSJXFE
The mother had stood back, watching the sea with a silence that Jax recognized. She was waiting. For a man who would not return. Jax didn’t need to know the story to read the outcome. Her body held the stillness of someone who had waited before.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2c8aPG49hG
And then, in the pause between one breath and the next, Jax saw something in her face.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqf7lVPkkyu
Uncertainty.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF663GwFW6W
It broke through her mask for a second. A tremor. A memory. A hope.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4qXkK3Ukmh
And Jax felt it.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAP9kAgxycM
Empathy. Just a flicker.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVLIAxuajQy
He crushed it.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5UBjYAtNzq
Empathy had no place here. He was not the boy who came to the island crying. He was the man who ruled the night.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtdWIK4O77u
He remembered how he watched the mother’s shoulders stiffen. How she scanned the darkness. Almost like she sensed him. He hadn’t moved. He hadn’t even breathed. But something in her blood knew.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIFH8bNNZS7
She was dangerous.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4REvdR5loK
She was perfect.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpR6fcFM9WJ
She would take longer to break. But that was what made it worth it.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiiaivm6OXK
He didn’t want them to die.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxpstK1BXuV
He wanted them to surrender.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBpdedXJc7i
Not with screams.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlpxoI5vmeN
But with silence.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr150MgXNp6
With acceptance.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNaNYvkFdME
That night, something shifted in Jax. A stone rolled into place. A decision was made. And in that decision, there was no turning back.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcEEmp2XI0p
This wasn’t about the girl. This wasn’t even about the mother. This was about the island. About everything it had taken from him.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxwZKXaxYGU
And everything it had given back.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZyLc8M6vaa
Jax knew the game now.78Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ528bw427k4
And he was done playing by anyone else’s rules.
