Do Not Harm It

"Silent, are you?" In a surge of aggression, he tore her dress apart, his large hands pinning her delicate, pale arms until they turned red from the pressure. 

She fought back tears, trying to shield herself, but she was no match for him. 

His kisses were furious, and it didn't take long for her tender lips to bleed under his force. 

"Let me go, you brute!" she glared at him, her eyes red with vehemence. 

"Brute? Let me show you what a brute feels like!" His hands tore away the rest of her thin clothing, exposing her smooth, pale skin. 

Below him, she looked so vulnerable and desperate, her arms red and swollen from his grip, her body twisting and her legs kicking in resistance. 

He pinned her down, his powerful legs immobilizing her struggling limbs. 

With a scream, he positioned himself atop her abdomen, where their child lay.