Nelly was scared to the teeth but she still did her best to maintain her composure. The figure in the dark alley began getting closer.
No way! There were two figures moving in the dark, whistling and coming close to Nelly as she squatted. They kept whistling, as if they were trying to make her scared. Nelly was beginning to sweat more profusely, not because of the exercise she did but because she was so frightened. Nelly was almost four months pregnant, even if she decided to run, she could not outrun the men. Nelly could only sit there and hope they were not harmful or bad people.
One of the men, very hideous with a large scar on the left side of his face, came out and stood before Nelly. She looked up to him, he was up to seven feet tall, if not more than that.
"You're the pregnant
