The silent cry

In a dimly lit room, a pale white woman with messy, long hair crawls away from a massive, muscular African thug who towers over her. The air is thick with tension as he approaches, his dark presence looming closer. She looks up with wide, detailed eyes, her wedding dress torn and slightly ruined from the struggle. The room is filled with flowers, and the bed beneath them is heart-shaped, surrounded by sheets that seem to glow faintly. Despite her fear, there's a flicker of hope in her expression, as if she believes rescue might still come. The thug grabs the sheets, revealing her fishnet stockings, which are now damp with sweat. His rough hands pull her close, but she resists, her body trembling with fear and determination.