Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I walked over to where Maya and Victoria were standing near the wall-mounted television in the private hospital lounge. Maya’s eyes were fixed on the screen.

The news channel had shifted to a business segment, and the ticker at the bottom of the display announced that her company — now fully merged with Victoria’s under a new joint structure — had already appointed a new CEO in her absence.

The report spoke in calm, professional language about ”stabilizing operations” and ”ensuring continuity during the prolonged disappearance of key leadership.” Footage of the corporate headquarters and a brief clip of the newly named executive filled the screen.

Maya’s voice came out quiet and tight, almost hollow.

”...They’ve already replaced me. Just like that. As if I was never there.”

I reached out and took her hand, wrapping my fingers firmly around hers. Her skin was cool. I gave it a steady, reassuring squeeze and met her eyes.

”There’s no need to worry about the title right now. Just trust me. The company, the shares, the board — none of that is finished. We’ll deal with it.”

Maya nodded slightly, but the tension in her shoulders didn’t fully ease. The worry remained clear in her eyes. She glanced back at the screen for a second longer, then looked away as if she couldn’t stand to watch anymore.

”They moved so fast,” she murmured. ”SHADOW must have already had the replacement prepared. The moment the plane went down, they started rearranging everything.”

Victoria stood beside her, arms loosely crossed, her expression unreadable but focused.

”They’re predictable in that way. They don’t leave power vacuums.”

Before the conversation could go further, the door to the lounge opened.

My father stepped in, still slightly out of breath from the rush across the city. The moment he saw that both Victoria and I were standing there safe and unharmed, the tight lines on his face broke into pure relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and let out a long, shaky breath.

”Thank god... Thank god you’re both fine. When I got the call that the plane had gone down, I—” He stopped himself, shaking his head. ”I came as soon as I could get a flight.”

Victoria’s response was sharp, edged with residual anger and the stress of the past days.

”You’re only arriving now? After everything?”

Dad’s expression turned sheepish under her glare. He raised both hands in a small, placating gesture.

”The moment I heard you were in a U.S. hospital, I rearranged everything. There were delays, connections—”

”There are always delays,” Victoria cut in, though the heat in her voice had already begun to soften. She sighed and rubbed her temple. ”Forget it. You’re here. That’s what matters.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at the familiar sight of my father being scolded by her. Some things never changed, even after a plane crash and a week stranded on an island.

Dad shot me a brief, grateful look for the lack of additional commentary, then turned back to Victoria as her expression grew more serious.

”There’s something else you need to know,” she said. ”Have you ever heard of the SHADOW organization?”

Dad shook his head, clearly unfamiliar with the name. His brow furrowed.

”SHADOW? What is that? Some kind of competitor? A fund?”

Victoria exchanged a brief glance with Maya before answering. Her voice remained calm, but every word carried weight.

”It’s not a normal competitor. It’s an organization that operates behind legitimate businesses and political channels. They specialize in pressure, infiltration, and quiet takeovers. They forced the sale and merger of our companies. They had people inside the board, inside the regulatory conversations, and very likely inside your own professional circle.”

Dad’s face slowly shifted from confusion to growing shock as she continued. Victoria explained the years of quiet maneuvering, the way SHADOW had used leverage and threats, and — most carefully — the role Maya had played.

She spoke about the sacrifices Maya had made to keep the worst of the pressure from falling directly on us, including the decision to appear cooperative while trying to protect what she could from the inside.

Maya stood silent through most of the explanation, her hand still lightly in mine. When Victoria mentioned the personal cost, Maya’s gaze dropped to the floor for a moment.

Dad listened without interrupting. When Victoria finally finished, he was quiet for several seconds, processing. Then he let out a long breath and offered a small, weary smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

”As long as you and our son are safe and happy... that’s enough for me. We still have resources. The companies can be rebuilt if necessary. Money can be replaced. People can’t.”

Victoria’s expression remained serious. She shook her head once.

”That’s not the point. The point is they’ve already infiltrated everywhere that matters. Your office. Possibly your direct superiors. Certain senators, regulators, people who sit on the same charity boards and industry councils you do.”

”We don’t know who can be trusted anymore. From this moment on, you need to be careful — what you say, who you meet, which documents you sign without a second review.”

Dad nodded slowly, the weight of the warning settling over him. The easy relief he had shown upon seeing us safe had been replaced by a more sober understanding.

”Hmm. I understand. I’ll watch my back. I’ll start reviewing recent contracts and personnel changes quietly. If they’ve already reached that far, then none of us can afford to be careless.”

He looked at Maya then, his tone softening.

”And thank you... for whatever you did to keep them safer than they would have been otherwise. I don’t know the full details, but I can see it cost you.”

Maya gave a small, almost uncomfortable nod, clearly not used to being thanked for the years she had spent walking a dangerous line.

The conversation left a heavier atmosphere in the hospital lounge. The television continued its low murmur of business news in the background, still occasionally referencing the corporate transition that had erased Maya’s name from the leadership structure.

Rachel, who had been standing near the doorway listening, stepped closer and rested a hand lightly on my arm, her earlier excitement about the rescue tempered by the gravity of what she was hearing.

Maya remained quiet beside me, still holding my hand, her thumb moving in a small, restless motion against my fingers.

The fear she had voiced on the island had not disappeared simply because we were now in a clean hospital room on American soil. If anything, the speed with which SHADOW had already replaced her only confirmed that their reach was as long as she had always claimed.

Victoria finally broke the silence, her voice practical once more.

”We’ll stay here under observation for another day or two. After that, we move carefully. No public statements. No sudden returns to the old offices. And Dexter...” She looked at me directly.

”Whatever you’re planning, you do it with full information and full backup. No unnecessary risks.”

I met her gaze and gave a short nod.

Dad exhaled again, still absorbing everything, then managed a faint, tired smile aimed at both Victoria and me.

”As long as the two of you are in one piece, we can face the rest. One step at a time.”