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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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrCpezrmPRR
He wasn't supposed to survive.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYihP3BAVU8
But he did.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5aKIg1xX9x
He didn't just endure - he evolved.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNThR9JeHdu
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDNkMSbSqbY
He learned to survive not by running, but by watching. By studying. Learning the rules.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMs7WbC1HSV
Then mastering them.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6cMfthZCTl
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqFPJ4ChyGG
The hunters who had once looked down on him now whispered his name. Some with respect. Others with unease.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0CcIwmXqHt
Jax was no longer just a player in their twisted game. He was a force. A ghost.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡseCWmuoRkB
A legend in the making.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLur0WvpGGK
At first, he hunted to survive. Now he hunted to dominate.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlaVyXpSook
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlyeiDoCwhA
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ30pt8ZBUWt
But Jax remembered everything.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8t2Ymq7x9m
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOlmk5dmpO
He trained. He waited. He calculated.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWAEzWaVu1H
And when it moved, it moved like nightfall.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRxPhuYWC7D
The women who came were no longer sisters in suffering.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2sO6PtleXQ
They were pieces. Booty. Currency.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaAK3jZlRbY
Currency. Strategy. Each one had value - and Jax decided how to use it.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1k4dH1Sflb
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoEGAqcfuVD
And then, when the thread holding them together was thin enough to snap - he struck.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5LhN537QQm
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡabQUtcl7jD
Just obeyed.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqnlTCkv8k2
Jax had become the dark balance of the island.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7LylEhlzAS
Not its saviour.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTJ1eYzdh8A
Not its devil.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp1IXDVk7f4
Its law.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQnLtJjPG2C
And the law was cruel.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTo7pYgzEOR
There were no fairy tales here.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw8GP1LYNkh
Only choices.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCaDXYR9mtg
Only consequences.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLR1ZllfgOF
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ALnOD8AfQ
New arrivals.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnOdBObiubk
New eyes.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJJHZDScxNV
New fear.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTsxqFaK2u6
New fires to put out - or to test.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡegH47knbjX
And maybe, just maybe...80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡweJCqqMHAC
Someone worth breaking.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOAoivhGs8H
He turned away from the edge and disappeared into the trees, the forest swallowing him whole. The birds scattered. The leaves fell silent.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRtIIagPzp7
The hunter was on the move.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNPehDLyaUr
And this island?80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGzwx2Vs8wj
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPAfaI5OaTN
Jessica narrowed her eyes at the map in her hand, turning it over for the fifth time.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj8C67kBg3z
"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."80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHeWUUpEcPj
Tom leaned over her shoulder, studying the faded lines. "So... if this isn't it, then where the hell are we?"80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxMw0dhEfoq
"Even if this map is ancient," Jessica said, "there should be some landmarks. Unless the trees have decided to replant themselves."80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD1L3Qdo8RV
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."80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡudkhIuDZso
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlRLdGeSZDx
And for the first time since his arrival, a flicker of unease danced behind her confident demeanour.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ57ts3e3OCd
Tom bent over the map again - and that was when the sound came.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLpbWI67ULQ
Deep. Muffled. Mechanical. An engine.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYefdFbkn8c
It didn't roar. It didn't roar. It pulsed through the floor like a whisper in metal.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMTmxGOxuHH
Jessica straightened instantly, her eyes narrowing as she turned her head towards the sound.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm2JFUWSDrr
"That's... an engine," she said in a hushed voice. "A truck, maybe. Not close. But not far."80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8puJ34zSWz
Tom nodded. Slowly. He tightened the straps of his pack and stood.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjvx7y6VZIQ
"Let's move. Carefully."80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2P5IJdePRq
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf3WVIOtjWX
The sound became clearer. Not louder - but more defined.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7FVFjdOkl2
A rhythm. A vibration.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVBWl5g1VDj
Not natural.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ2eckjXSpw
And definitely not alone.
Jax remembered the first time he saw them.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQn3Be1BsVp
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiztYPmkUyR
That moment, the moment he first laid eyes on the woman and her daughter, was etched into him like fire into flesh.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCLoUDVMcZ5
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOLyGG4as3S
To Jax, she looked like a forest nymph, something not quite real.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4a9otZh5AC
But the mother—she was different.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVCDyNj1VGm
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlw2Yue7TfS
She belonged to Jax’s world.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDVRJrcHAos
They were both prey.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡivA8tn5DAt
But the girl? She would break too easily.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxISzeLRl9Q
The mother? The mother was the real game.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn3ubbtPdGL
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkWPbdIWjlz
But the island had spoken to him.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoQHQPU6QZe
It had taught him that survival wasn’t enough.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNi3PGuq5Jv
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUHU1eD5Pnb
Now, at twenty-one, Jax wasn’t just a survivor.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN7VnXFz39M
He was the island’s reckoning.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDZ56eGZ80L
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx5dY7iLeuI
And the island had begun to offer him gifts.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfQsuF8dst4
Women. Girls. The lost, the trapped, the forgotten.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFzUjabuOZO
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRUkERvc6DZ
He had become more than a hunter.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3hSoQKbQ9V
He had become a collector of choices.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoghPzYyIye
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjLZKhFDtaq
Power wasn’t in dominance. It was in knowing when someone broke.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlaKVMsIpjm
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfBWNYnIQ5B
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUD7xlC4cjN
And then, in the pause between one breath and the next, Jax saw something in her face.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjwcVthcShm
Uncertainty.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa2QceBekly
It broke through her mask for a second. A tremor. A memory. A hope.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbctEoDRbF4
And Jax felt it.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWt3CFLzL5M
Empathy. Just a flicker.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8geH871MSR
He crushed it.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3FXwngggVu
Empathy had no place here. He was not the boy who came to the island crying. He was the man who ruled the night.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCTT1Cxn36y
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHryb9IgoKh
She was dangerous.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgYgQHX1Mle
She was perfect.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLncUR0J8Xn
She would take longer to break. But that was what made it worth it.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlniIGqeN1v
He didn’t want them to die.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt0MuTbIQBV
He wanted them to surrender.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3CJxZqQU7f
Not with screams.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWP16hNdrIH
But with silence.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEBT1f4dwmY
With acceptance.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsoIrGuEedj
That night, something shifted in Jax. A stone rolled into place. A decision was made. And in that decision, there was no turning back.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo287x4pZZH
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEUKLIGsvep
And everything it had given back.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt1sqWyZNIX
Jax knew the game now.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtvfRRGVLCQ
And he was done playing by anyone else’s rules.
