C251 Humiliation

Sweat beaded on her forehead. She propped herself up with her wrist in the snow, sat up, and stroked her lower abdomen. She held it tightly, as if a sharp blade had cut her flesh open, causing her to be in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.

She bit hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out in pain and watched the pure white snow beneath her slowly turn red.

Finally