His eyes dropped to my stomach again.
“But you cannot walk down the aisle carrying his spawn.”
He nodded.
That was the signal.
The two men dropped down beside me — kneeling on either side like executioners preparing a punishment.
Their fists rose.
My breathing turned shallow and panicked.
“Please...” I whispered weakly. “Don’t...”
The first blow landed.
Low.
Brutal.
My abdomen buckled under the force, muscles spasming violently as pain radiated outward in sharp waves.
The second blow followed almost instantly — harder than the first.
It felt like something inside me shifted.
Like bone grinding against tissue.
The third punch came without hesitation.
My body jerked violently with each impact — trapped between their grip and the crushing strikes.
Searing pain flooded through me.
Then warmth.
Too much warmth.
I froze.
A strange sensation spread between my thighs — thick, sudden, and terrifying.
Blood.
Dark at first.
Then brighter.
Then flowing.
“No... no...” I breathed.
The men didn’t stop.
They kept striking until my screams turned into choked sobs.
The pain changed.
