The man gripped her arms and pushed her down. “No,” she screamed, “NO, I can’t…” The thunder drowned her voice.
“You have no choice,” growled another male voice, “push”.
“Arghhh!” Her screams rent the air. “It’s over,” said the first man, holding the baby, “all’s well and you have a little girl.”
Evil doesn’t always lurk on dark and stormy nights and Mum will never let me forget the day that I was born.