"Bruce, Bruce," she repeatedly groans his name effortlessly as Bruce fills her dishy body with kisses. Bruce mercilessly grabs her barnet and presses her hard against the wall. "Bruce, stop," Laura pleads as she gasps for air. "I curse the fuckin' day I took the vows to be your husband Daphne! At least bear me an heir before you get the audacity to give me orders!" he grumbles."You are my sex toy,"he whispers to her ears almost biting her earlobe. The bang of a door is suddenly heard,whereby a young curvy lady of medium stature and shiny long black hair,whose skin was crimson,is spotted holding a long chain in her hand; so furious,she is, that the state of a heated atmosphere is felt. The lady fiercely seizes Bruce and tightly presses the chain on his neck. Freaked out, Daphne desperately wails for his rescue but it is all in vain. "Bethany,let him go!" "No mother! I'm not letting this murdered get away today!" Bethany stamps her heel hard on the floor, crushing a violet that laid there and stabs Bruce right into his chest. "I am The Flaming Flower!"she enthusiastically exclaims wiping off the blood on her cheeks. "Clark," she mutters on spotting him at the door. "Mi amor," the guy responds and scrams towards her. She falls in his arms, overwhelmed by feelings of contentment and apprehension. Will love still conquer in a heart filled with hatred, anger and thirst for vengeance?