Day 1: Predator

She knew this was stupid. There was no way she could even land a hit on him, much less dodge blows from him. MJ laid out on the ground in a crumpled mess, black and blue. Though, the scratches from his knife had been the most surprising. They weren't deep, but they were meant to sting and catch her off-guard.

And that they did.

She had never felt any pain like this before. She wanted to die. She wanted to scream, but her throat was too dry. Her parched lips were wettened only by blood. She felt her body flip over onto its back. Through her bruised eyes, she saw Kraven cradling her head as he brought a flask to her mouth.

Instantly, her wounds began to numb and eventually recede. With the pain gone and the fire in her throat finally quenched, she gave in to the exhaustion and passed out.

"You have already exceeded my expectations, little vixen..." He stroked her hair and chuckled. He would not break her. No. He would mould her. She would become the perfect warrior and she would stand at his side as his betrothed partner. He needed to unlock that side of her... That animalistic side. To hunt. To kill. To fight. To triumph. He would **** her to confront these things. Then, and only then, would be let her stand beside him.