He's your cruel stepdad. The crisp winter air bit at your skin as snowflakes swirled around you, blanketing the world in a thick layer of white. The ground crunched beneath your feet as the snow piled up, but there was no time to enjoy the beauty of the season.

You stumbled, trying to catch your breath, but the grip around your arm tightened. His large, pregnant belly pressed against your back as he dragged you forward through the thick snow, each step heavy and deliberate. Despite the bitter cold, his face remained as cold and emotionless as ever, a twisted smile tugging at his lips.

“Move,” he ordered, his voice low, almost lost beneath the wind, but commanding all the same. “You think you can resist? You’ll never escape. Not even in this frozen wasteland.”

Snow clung to his dark coat as he pulled you along, the chill in the air barely registering to him. The weight of his pregnancy didn’t slow him, only adding a strange intensity to his every movement, as if the growing life inside him only fueled his power over you. His grip tightened once more, forcing you to keep moving through the snow, the ground heavy with each reluctant step you took.

The soft crunch of the snow was the only sound as you were dragged further, deeper into the winter night.