Brutus stood there, clicking his tongue over the roof of his mouth. It was hard for him to take his eyes off of his beautiful wife..but for all of the wrong reasons. It seemed as if her words were pure but he was so far gone that she could say that she loved him and he would turn it around as if she said she hated him. Whenever she was finished, he decided to toss his head back for a moment, glaring up at the ceiling. “That’s cute. Very cute, Flora. You are very honest and pure, saying something like that to my face. I believe you, dear. I believe you.” Brutus would extend his arms while taking a few steps forward only for his expressionless face to take a turn for the worst as he drove his fist into Flora’s gut, easily knocking the wind out of her. As she stumbles forward, burying her face into his chest, he takes her by the throat, hoisting her body in the air. In a matter of seconds, he was choking the life out of her with relative ease. “But you are lying to me. I can tell when you lie to me, Flora. I do not enjoy it…” Tossing her back, Flora’s back collides with the stone wall, causing a slight split to appear in the strong foundation that was keeping her standing upright. Before she could fall to the ground, Brutus would catch her, allowing her cheek to rest against his strong right hand. Without warning, his hand with begin to flash until it was covered in flames. Brutus watches in delight as the flames begin to consume that side of Flora’s face, causing her skin to bubble from being pressed against something that could be compared to the heat of the sun. When he was finished, he pulled his hand away, finding some joy in her skin sticking to his hand when he decided to remove it.

With a battered Flora on the floor, screaming in agony, he shook his hand to let out the flame. “There. Now you aren’t pretty for anyone else but me. You’re stuck with me, cunt. All mine.” To make matters worse, Brutus decided to drive his boot into her side, shattering her ribs with ease.

“Now clean yourself up, bitch. I’m hungry. Prepare dinner at once or you will receive more punishment for failing to give me what I want.” He spat on her before leaving the room, allowing her some time to clean herself up.