Bruce was on his knees inside a cold dim room ,shivering quietly, he shut his eyes, trying not to think of what he was about to face in the hands of his father. He rubbed his palm together, trying to give himself some heat.
Slowly, in a calculated move the door opened, his footsteps was mighty on the marble floor and echoed through the room. His moves was slow as he approached Bruce.
Bruce shudder in fright and began gasping for breath. He held his chest, tears clouds his eyes.
"I haven't touched you yet, and just take a good look at you"
He was in front of Bruce who was now on the floor with his mouth wide open.
He step on him with his left foot.
"You know this is what I hate "
Bruce could only shudder in reply, tears of was already streaming down his cheek, he hate it when he fee
