Child Labour.

Arthur had woken up to a pounding in his head. He grimaced slightly and reached for Winifred. He longed to hold her against him, to mold her slender shape into his. He wanted to press into her until he was falling into that deep abyss, with her blonde skeins of hair falling all around them as he made love to her. He wanted her emerald green eyes dark and dilated with love. But then it all came back to him. She was gone and he was here alone. Nothing had come of his exhaustive search and he was becoming more and more desperate. He imagined the worst things: her held captive, in the arms of another man, raped and beaten.