The crimson altar: an unseen narrative of love and loss

In the stillness of a crimson-hued room, a 20-year-old girl, with her young face marred by ruined makeup and wide eyes, lay prone on her stomach, dressed in a worn-out wedding dress. Her legs were spread, arms limp, one thighhigh visible. A large man stood aside, erect penis in hand, cum staining her small, perky breasts that were bared to the chilly night. A hidden camera watched from the side, capturing every detail of this impregnation insert in a homemade film. The girl remained face down, eyes closed, her breaths shallow and exhausted, as if surrendering to the fate sealed by this intricately detailed ritual.