Maya

I clutched my stomach, folding into a tight ball on the bed, assaulted by scenes of them together with another woman—it was happening again. They were doing it...again.

Watching them having sex with another woman, a face unfamiliar to me, intensified the anguish. She was just another random whore, likely picked up from the streets. It had to be it.

This must be the dire consequence they warned me about...

The thought of getting an abortion crossed my mind in ...