SINFUL SALVATION

I always knew I was a freak-a man who could get pregnant. To survive, I sold myself to Linda, a notorious pimp. Obedience meant bread; defiance meant dying in a dark corner. But everything changed after a night with a mysterious, powerful man who left me a precious gift: a baby of my own. I hoped its presence might make the miserable days easier. I thought I had hidden it well, but Linda found out. She locked me in the basement, tied me to a chair, and brandished a blood-stained club. The club battered my upper body, moving lower until it pressed against my belly, searching for a fatal blow. I struggled desperately as a sharp pain gripped my abdomen, fearing I was about to lose the child. "Linda, don't go too far," someone pleaded nearby. "After all, it's that gentleman's child." "How could he ever remember a dirty freak like him? Say goodbye to your little bastard!" Linda sneered. I closed my eyes in despair, accepting that someone like me was destined to hold onto nothing. Yet, the final blow never came. Instead, the door was kicked open, and men in black suits flooded the cramped space. Through the blinding light, a tall, powerful figure stormed in. Snapping Linda's neck like a chicken's, he pressed a gun to her temple, his deep voice trembling with rage: "How dare you hurt my child?" At that moment, I thought my salvation had arrived. But what | didn't know was that he would become the abyss I would desperately try to escape I the future.