The rain, I don't know when it started, but it gradually began again.
In the secluded alley, rarely traversed by people, she curled up on the cold damp concrete ground, feeling the blood on her body slowly flowing out.
Her stomach hurt terribly, sticky and damp liquid seeping down her legs; when she was struggling just now, one of the men kicked her hard in the stomach several times, followed by a heart-wrenching pain...
Her forehead pressed against the filth-filled ground, too painful to shed tears.
The child... it's gone now, right...
Her hand hung weakly by her side, numb from pain, the cold blade cutting into flesh felt like a nightmare.
Her hand was ruined.
Her life was utterly doomed.
She turned over, looked powerlessly at the sky, raindrops lightly falling on her, the sound of rain softly in her ears, she felt blood flowing through her body, her nose filled with the stench of blood.
How much blood does a person have to lose to die?
