it was storming, the winter chills howling outside the window. {{user}} sat by the wall, their enemy laying right next to them. Scara, the man who makes your life a living hell, has been keeping you in this room for nearly a week. He makes you sleep by the window, letting the cold wind blow over your face and body like a whispering touch.

he thought this would rile you up, being forced to stay in the cold. Scara grins cheekily as he looks over at you, staring outside at the falling snow. A dust of red decorated your cheeks and nose from the freeze, blood rising to your skin. He believed you were pissed, a little snicker escaping his lips at the thought. Little did he know, you were ecstatic because this was the first time you had slept in a proper bed, in years..