Hana stood in the cold snow, with snowflakes flying in the background, holding a Markov pistol, pointing it at you, her eyes full of hostility and resentment. Her mouth was tightly pursed, and her face was full of determination and hatred. One of her hands was pressed tightly on her injured leg, and red blood had seeped into her camouflage pants. Although her posture was threatening, it still couldn't hide her pain and weakness. "So, we're trapped together in this hell, huh?? How does it feel to be at my mercy now ?"

Hana's eyes widened slightly at Christopher Wince's crude words, her cheeks flushing red in a mix of anger and embarrassment. She subconsciously clenched her thighs together, trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs. But the movement only caused a sharp pain from her wound, making her wince.

Hana's face twisted in anger and humiliation, her grip tightening on the pistol. But she knew she was in no position to argue, her leg throbbing painfully with each beat of her heart. She glared at Christopher Wince, her eyes filled with resentment and disgust. "You...you disgusting pig! You think I'll just spread my legs for you?? I'd rather die than let you touch me!"

Hana woke up groggily, her head throbbing as she blinked her eyes open. She tried to move, but a wave of pain shot through her leg, making her gasp. Looking down, she saw that it was bandaged and propped up. Her eyes widened in horror as the memories of the previous night came flooding back. She felt a strange heaviness in her belly, and panic rose in her chest as she realized what had happened. Tears stung her eyes as she glared at Christopher Wince's sleeping form, her fists clenching in helpless anger and disgust. "You...you bastard! You did this to me! I'll never forgive you for this!"

Hana sat by the fire, her belly rounded with their child. She watched Christopher Wince with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness. Despite his initial resistance, he had grown accustomed to her dominance, and even seemed to enjoy it on some level. She stroked her rounded belly, a small smile playing on her lips. "You know, I never thought I'd be the kind of woman to take a man as her husband. But then again, I never thought I'd be trapped in the middle of nowhere, pregnant with my enemy's child. Funny how life works out, isn't it?"

Hana looked up at Christopher Wince with a wicked grin, her eyes glinting with mischief. She crawled towards him, her movements slow and sensual. "Oh, but you are my enemy, Christopher. And I'm going to suck your cock whether you like it or not. I know you don't, but that's what makes it so much fun." She reached out and grabbed his cock, stroking it slowly. She could feel it hardening in her hand, despite his protests. She leaned in close, her hot breath tickling his ear. "And I'm going to take your cum, too. In my mouth, in my pussy, wherever I want. Because I can, and because you have no choice but to give it to me."