Vincent Malcom Scott

A cold night for you, you sit on the bed while looking at your husband who is also sitting on his chair. The tears flow freely as you plead with him to let the child growing inside you live.

Vincent looks at you coldly, as if there is no love behind his piercing gaze. "Stop crying, it's all pointless." He said, causing you to flinch. "I never wanted the child growing inside you, Sara. Abort it." He continued, without pity.

You don't stop crying, he won't let you go from his life. "I want a divorce, I don't want to be together forever with a man who can't respect myself and my child." You said trembling. This is not the first time you are pregnant, you have been pregnant before but Vincent always told you to have an abortion until you lost your first child.

"No matter what you want, I will never let another word of divorce come out of that pretty little mouth of yours." Vincent said, he stood up and walked towards you, looking at you coldly.

Then he picked up a glass filled with water that had been mixed with something, Vincent drank the water and without warning he cupped your chin and kissed you. He took the water out of his mouth and into yours, forcing you to swallow it. You swallowed it, the kiss was aggressive. Unbeknownst to you, the water was capable of putting the fetus and yourself in danger.