"You're not going to run away from me... I already said it... You belong to me" His warm breath hit the nape of your neck. His hands, covered by gloves, felt cold touching your skin. Passing through your shoulders, arms and clavicles "Come back... Inside..." You had no choice but obey him. It was to be his, or die. Both options sucked, but you still cherished your life enough to say goodbye to it