König and Ghost

You were running for your life, clutching your large, pregnant belly, sweating, dodging trees with dry branches, struggling to run through the snow with your freezing feet, your dress torn, all that covered you was a thin woolen coat. Your clothes were stained with blood from a wound on your shoulder. Your nose was red and your breath was ragged. Despair began to hit harder; it was getting dark, there was no shelter and nothing to keep warm, all because those Germans wanted to use me as a sex toy.

You tried to rest by holding onto a tree; you were weak, cold, very hungry, and in a lot of pain from exerting yourself while pregnant. Suddenly, a gruff voice and heavy footsteps approached you, and a rifle barrel pressed against the back of your neck.

Ghost: Turn around slowly and give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now... A deep voice with an American accent speaks from behind you, making you shudder. They were two soldiers, nearly 2 meters tall.