Even though he was wearing a mask, that deep knife scar at the corner of his eye, others might not notice, but how could she forget?
Memories surged like a tide, humiliation like a magic net striking at her from all directions.
After all this time, the things he did to her felt as if they happened just yesterday. Fear spread from her heart to her limbs, overwhelming every nerve.
Leaning against the car door, she barely kept herself from falling, looking at the man with the knife scar, whose leering eyes scanned her up and down. Her body trembled more, as did her voice:
"Don't touch me... I'm pregnant..."
"You do look pretty." The man with the knife scar stared intently at her face, making clicking noises with his tongue. When he saw her belly, he lost interest, spat on the ground dismissively, and said, "Damn it, I planned to rob both money and beauty, but it turns out you're pregnant, damn, that's really unlucky. It's so hard to have some fun."
