My Man of the Jungle

Chapter One

Bruce's P.O.V.

I was empty, there was no longer anything in me. And not even she can change that.

Eve's cries and begging broke me out of my thoughts. She was beginning to sob uncontrollably now. I had to make sure she knew I would never change, that she would always stay with me, that I own her.

I proceeded to stop kicking her and remove my leather belt from my waist. I doubled it over in my hand, and made sure I had a tight hold on it. Then I brought my hand up, along with it.

" No-no, please...Bruce no more...please..." She choked out through her sobs.

She disgusted me.

"What I am doing is for your own good, darling. You need to learn your place. We don't want you repeating today's actions again, now do we?" I said as a smirk found its way on my face.

Whoosh. Snap!

She choked out a high pitched scream that pierced my ears. My stomach fluttered at the sound of it. Good thing we're in the basement, now isn't it? I closed my eyes in happiness and brought my arm down again, the sickening crack against her flesh resonating around the dark room. I needed her to realize I am not the man she thinks I am, and that is something she must learn to accept.

Whoosh. Crack!

Strike after strike she choked on her own pleas and tears. It felt like I wasn't even there. I was in a euphoria, deep down in my mind, but my body remained. And every time I was about to float off, her sweet scream dragged me back to reality. Her cries died down little by little, until I couldn't hear anymore of her beautiful screams. Annoyed, I finally opened my eyes.

She was breathing heavily, although she was no longer crying. Her face was buried into my lap. I dropped the belt onto the ground. My hand hovered over her head, wanting to run my hand through her hair. Just as I was about to, my hand froze and balled up into a fist.

She deserved it. She needed to know where her place was. This is a lesson learned for her.

I stood up and pushed her off of me. She fell onto the dirty concrete, dirtying her already blood-stained clothes. She hit the floor with a loud thud, making no efforts to stand up. She just laid in the dust, lifelessly. A feeling emerged in the pit of my stomach, but I pushed it aside.

"Now, my friends are coming over tonight, so I expect you ready and having a smile on your face at around...oh, shall we say...seven?" I muttered joyfully to her unmoving body.

She didn't say a word, nor did she even make an effort to look at me. I grabbed my belt off of the floor and proceeded then to make my way up the basement staircase. I paused once I reached the door way and said to her not once turning around.

"Let's hope that next time, you don't have the urge to speak out of turn. Agreed?"

Then I stepped out, once again reentering the world of light. But out of sheer curiosity, I glanced over my shoulder. Eve had finally stood up, wobbling slightly. She had blood and grime smeared on her face, arms, and dress. She never once looked up at me, her head hanging from her shoulders. But I just shrugged it off, turning away and leaving the basement door open as I readjusted my belt and continued on my way. She can fix herself up quite fast. The other day, it only took her fifteen minutes. Since I gave her about two hours to get ready, I decided to leave the house and drive over to Jeffery's.

She'll be fine.

Eve's P.O.V.

Secrets were important and valuable. They could be used cleverly, depending on who you told them too, and those you didn't tell. Secrets could also be used for good, like surprise birthday parties. Sadly, I had a very interesting secret. Most secrets I knew were about me, and I wanted to keep them as secrets for as long as possible.