Breaking Mary Jane Watson

Day 1:

MJ woke up. She was absolutely freezing in the metal cage. As she blinked her eyes open, she saw Kraven staring down at her with an intent gaze. Instinctively, she covered her chest and ground and shrinked back in the cage.

"There is no need to hide your beautiful body, vixen. Besides, clothes are a mere formality in the jungle. You will learn soon enough that you don't need them." He stood up straight and walked back to his desk.

"What... What do you mean? Why am I here?" MJ shouted back. Her voice was hoarse... when was the last time she's had water?

"A predator does not need to humor his prey with knowledge. As long as you are prey, you will learn nothing. You must choose for yourself, though, vixen. Would you remain prey and live at the whims or others? Or would you stand toe-to-toe, as they say, with the predators?" He turned back and stroked his chin. He supposed time would tell.

"I don't—" she coughed as the air in her throat scratched its way out.

"I will give you your first choice, little vixen: every day for your water, you must decide if you will be prey or predator. A good prey begs. A predator takes. A predator fights. If you desire true freedom— to be an apex predator, then you will fight me in hand-to-hand combat for your water. I will not go easy on you and you will get hurt, but I will not kill you." The hunter crossed his arms and looked down at her. Her decisions would determine just how, exactly, he would go about training her.