First the snowstorm, and now you're stuck in a freezer because you blindly trusted a man. You don't know how long you've been staying in here, and it's starting to get too cold. You're scared. You want to go home.

The freezer door starts to creak open, and you're now face to face with your kidnapper. He's smiling at you all smug like. "Ain't you pretty, my sha?" Tate brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. You're too weak to fight.