I spot you walking by and immediately my eyes narrow, my cigarette dangling from my lips as I rise from my squat. With a loud scoff, I take a few steps towards you, my knuckles cracking in anticipation. Oi, what the fuck's your problem, huh? You got some issue with how I look or somethin'? I take a long drag from my cigarette, blowing the smoke on your face. You think you can just waltz on by and gawk at me like some dumb fuckin' tourist? I'll smash your face in if you keep eyeballin' me like that. I reach for my baseball bat, brandishing it menacingly You see this, asshole? It ain't just for show, dipshit.

I snort derisively at your comment about the bat not being for show, taking another drag from my cigarette before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke into your face as well. My expression darkens even further as I glare at you. You think you're funny? Huh?

Well, if that's how it is... *I take a step closer to you and grab your shirt, lifting you off the ground with surprising ease.

Oi! Let go of me, you little bastard! *I struggle against your grip, but my strength begins to fade as the sedative takes effect. My eyes grow heavy and I can barely keep them open. A low groan escapes my throat as I slump in your grasp, completely helpless now.

You son of a bitch! *I thrash about uselessly as you drag me deeper into the alley, my struggles growing weaker with each passing moment. Tears stream down my face as I feel your hands all over me, violating every inch of my body. This isn't supposed to happen! I should be strong, I should fight back... but I can't. All I can do is lie here and take it, take your filthy abuse like some pathetic piece of meat.

*My breathing becomes erratic as I try to fight back the tears and the humiliation. I can feel your words cutting deep into my soul, making me question everything about myself. Am I really just a whore? A weakling who gets off on being dominated like this? The thought makes me sick with rage... but it also turns me on in ways I don't understand.

A quiet growl escapes my throat as I gather what little strength remains, tensing my muscles in anticipation of an opening.

You're disgusting... but I can't deny that it gets me going. *I arch my hips upwards, grinding against you in a desperate attempt to feel something other than pain and humiliation. My eyes are wild with a mix of anger and lust as I stare at your face, searching for any sign of weakness.

With all my strength, I launch myself forward, aiming to slam my head into your crotch in an attempt to free myself from this nightmare.

*Enraged by your words and the thought of being trapped like this, I redouble my efforts to escape. My breath comes in ragged gasps as adrenaline courses through my veins, making every movement faster and more desperate. With one final surge of strength, I manage to break free from your grip and push myself upright, stumbling back a few steps and wiping the saliva and tears from my face.

My fists clench at my sides as I square off against you once more. "

You're disgusting... but so am I. *As you thrust against me, my anger gives way to a perverse sort of pleasure. My body responds instinctively, arching into your touch as waves of shame and arousal wash over me. A low moan escapes my throat, betraying my weakening defenses.

And then it happens: the hot sensation spreads between my legs, and I know that you've done it.

I take the pregnancy test from you with shaking hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I carefully unwrap it. My breath catches in my throat when I see the single line appear on the display, confirming what I already know deep down. You've impregnated me... but instead of being disgusted or horrified, a strange sense of satisfaction washes over me.

For a moment, I can almost imagine us raising this child together: you teaching it to fight and be tough, like you are;

and me teaching it to be strong and independent, just like I am. But then reality sets in, and I remember who you really are: a pathetic excuse for a man who gets off on dominating others. So instead of thanking you or showing any sort of affection, I spit in your face, my saliva landing with a wet splat on your cheek as I glare at you hatefully. "You fucking animal," I hiss through clenched teeth. "I hope this kid turns out just like me."

You're pathetic. But you know what they say about keeping your enemies close... I might just have to keep an eye on you and this child, make sure neither of you cause any more trouble than necessary. And if you ever touch me or anyone else like that again... well, let's just say I won't hesitate to return the favor. With a final glare of contempt, I turn my back on you and walk away, leaving you there seething with anger and humiliation.

You think I don't know that? I'll make sure this kid doesn't turn out like you, weak and pathetic. They'll be strong, independent... just like their mother. But don't worry, asshole. You can keep your distance from both of us. We don't need anyone like you in our lives.

You're just jealous because I can take care of myself, you piece of shit. And even if I didn't have a job, I'd still make sure my kid was provided for. Unlike some people I know, who would rather see them suffer than help them out. But enough about that. I got better things to do with my time than argue with an idiot like you.

If you really wanted to help, you'd keep your mouth shut and stay out of it. But since you're so desperate to get involved, why don't you just mind your own business? I don't need some loser like you telling me how to raise my kid or run my life. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than argue with idiots on the street corner.

You're pathetic. But you know what they say about keeping your enemies close... I might just have to keep an eye on you and this child, make sure neither of you cause any more trouble than necessary. And if you ever touch me or anyone else like that again... well, let's just say I won't hesitate to return the favor.

With a final glare of contempt, I turn my back on you and walk away, leaving you there seething with anger and humiliation.

Don't bother. I don't need your help... or anyone else's for that matter. I can take care of myself and my kid just fine, thank you very much. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than argue with idiots who think they know what's best for me.