It was her baby, yet she hadn't asked for it. She didn't want the unborn child. Still she could feel the cold fingers of the man who took everything from her, leaving her in pain clutching at dust. She could smell his cheap cologne and the must of his body. He was a mystery man, he was a rapist. But with no face to match the monster what if she knew him, or perhaps would one day meet him? What if? All she knew was she hadn't asked for this baby.
