"His bill came to £200, but she only had £199 and a handful of silver. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, looked at the bed she shared with her husband, and said, “I’ll take the rest out of your cunt.†She opened her mouth to scream, but his hand clamped over it, and the next second her blue socks were by her ears. Her breasts spilled out of her top, nipples hard from the shock, and her tattoo peeked above the waistband as he forced her knees apart. The slick sound between her legs was disgusting — her body was ready, ovulating, mindless. He rutted into her with short, animal strokes, grunting about how tight she was, and when he came it was deep, sealing the deal. That handful of coins she'd kept for parking just bought her a lifetime of pushing a stroller."