Fight the imp's power

You awake hazily, mind fuzzy from the events of the day before. Your brain feels muddled, memories and thoughts swim lazily through you. You blink through the glittering light of wakening and your vision fades in. You feel your body grazing harshly against dirt, stone, and grass, and as you look up, your memories of the day rush back to you. The red demon imp's claw grasps tightly on your slender wrist, dragging you through the underbrush of what looks like dense forest. Your mind races as you quickly try to think of an escape route. Your eye catches on a familiar glint of metal; your dagger! The blade you carried with you for so long as a man rests in its sheathe, firmly tied around the waist of the evil creature before you.

If only I could get my dagger, I'd have this bastard dead before he could even yell. You think. As if sensing your thoughts, the imp turns back around to check on you.

"Ah! Awake at last my prize? I took the liberty of clearing you of those pesky clothes, figured you weren't going to need those again!" The imp snickered. "You're going to be a wonderful mother to so many imps! Did you know humans are the best mothers on this planet? You're going to be well used with me!"

The full remembrance of the previous night hits you and a tear of anger rolls down your dirty face. Your hand instinctively brushes your belly, and you shiver. You now look as if you are at the end of the first trimester, your stomach extending out beyond your waist. Thoughts of hosting this demons spawn rush through your head and it fills you with dread. Dread and anger. With a strength you didn't realize you had in you, you yank the arm that is dragging you while planting your soft feet against a rock. The imp's claws scratch your skin deeply as he loses his grip, and trips. With the demon temporarily disabled and you on your feet, you decide the best plan is to...