This is a flashback. A sort of glimpse of Eve's life evil alternate-world black-and-white suit Supes. I never said this was a happy story


His hands slid up her legs to grab her thighs possessively. He heard her let out a sharp sound and his eyes narrowed, thrusting his hips upward even harder.

Her shaking had increased from the tension, her nails surely would have left angry red marks down his chest if he was anyone else. Eve bit her lip, refusing to make any involuntary sounds he could state were of pleasure.

She feels one of his large hands slide up her body to grab hold of her then slide to rest on her lower back, holding her in place. She had tried to push against him, as one last attempt at escape.

Her posture slumps forward, almost in defeat, and he grabs her thighs even tighter as a warning. She whimpers feeling his fingers digging into her skin.

Her strength was nothing in comparison to his.

He thrusts into her so roughly she knew her thighs would bruise instantly and she holds back a cry of pain.

"Now," he grunts, "are you going to try to leave again?" It was more of a command than a question.

Eve's fists reach down to clench the sheets and doesn't answer. Her breath comes out in short puffs and prays he is coming to an end soon. He slaps her bottom hard enough that it leaves a red hand mark on her light caramel skin, the sound echoing the room. Eve yelps, bolting to sit straight upright and flinching inward at feeling him slide deeper inside her.

Her vision blurs at the edges and she silently wills the tears to retreat. She knew what he'd do if he saw her cry again, and didn't want to repeat that incident.

"N-no..." Eve answers, biting the knuckle of her index finger. Her other hand presses down on his stomach to keep herself up, and she averts her gaze to everything but his face. She watches his stomach muscles constrict and contract in his ministrations. Once, those strong abs had had her captivated and mesmerized, but now...nothing.

His eyes were darkened with lust and apathy, transfixed on watching her chest bounce in rhythm with the mattress and doesn't see her pained expression. Eve shuts her eyes feeling a hand slide slowly across her stomach.

"And why not?" The way he asks, slow and patient as if to a child, could be compared to a predator toying its prey.

"Because..." A loud gasp escapes her when his hand raises to toy one of her pert nipples. Eve's brows furrow—her body was betraying her from her true feelings. She didn't find pleasure or enjoyment in what Kal was doing.

She felt helpless, for the first time in her life, but mostly during these moments.

And yes, Kal. Kal-El. When the Justice Lords abandoned their past organization, the League, a lot of changes happened. Many also left their past alternate lives to die in the dust.

When Superman assassinated Lex Luthor, he also killed Clark Kent; his morals, integrity his justice. He abandoned his reporter's life as well as the name, given being apart of the now-Justice Lords were to be a full-time job, and embraced his alien heritage even more.

The transaction was graduate, and at first Eve had been wary of the decision but had stuck by his side then, regardless. They had been engaged then, after all.

Now, she was a prisoner.

Kal reached up and grabbed a handful of her voluptuous brown curls, roughly yanking her head to the side. "Say it," he growled, ignoring her cry of shock.

Eve's hands instinctively flew to claw at his fist, though it was useless. Her lip trembled. "because I..." her voice trailed to a whisper.

"Can't hear you Eve, baby."

She shuddered feeling his grip on her hair loosen to slide down and grab her arm, yanking her towards him. The threat was clear in his calm tone though his words were to be harmless.

"'Cause I... ...want you, Kal." Her fingernails tried to break the skin on his stomach, hating herself for this submission.

Calling him this name hurt more than her nails ever could, though yet, it seemed appropriate—she came to accept a long time ago that this was no longer Clark.

She hadn't said it completely and he wasn't to let it go unnoticed. Kal squeezed her arm, not hard enough to break bone but hard enough that she'd remember to say it all next time by morning.

"I need you Kal!"

He had forced her to cry out that demand, like so many times. Sometimes she thought it was to convince himself, most times to brainwash her into believing so.

Eve had no choice as his large hands roamed her bare body as he pounded into her relentlessly. She squeezed her eyes closed, holding back the tears that now filled her eyes. She felt one of his hands hold the back of her neck and for a moment froze in fear, afraid that he was to strangle her again. He rubs the back of her neck instead, catching this, and ushers her down to him. She feels his lips on her collar bone, the front of her throat, trail to nibble behind her ear.

This too had changed.

She felt his hand tangle in her messy hair again and his nose nuzzle into the crook of her neck as he grunted from under her, not stopping his ministrations.

Sometime through it all, Eve had let out a sob.