"Something wrong?"

"Ah......no.....nothing's wrong Tino....Thank you....." you took a bite of the food and eyed your captor who insisted you call him Tino. A sniper rifle was leaning against his chair, reminding you how dangerous he was.

You gripped the steak knife tighter, hoping you could use it somehow but you saw the playful look in his eyes and knew.

You knew that there was no escape.

"Ah! ______! I wanted to know your dress size....."

"I....don't usually wear dresses.....I don't know......"

"Ah.....I guess I'll just have to measure you!"

"N-NO!" you cried, "I mean....I'll do it....."

"Such a sweet person ______!"

The lights dimmed red and a soft alarm sounded. Tino sighed and grabbed his sniper rifle, "Some people just can't read.....I make sure to clear off the trespassing sign every day but they still do it......"

He cocked his gun and said, "Why do people insist on doing things like that _______?"

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You lifted your coat higher on your shoulders and crossed your arms to keep it closed. The wind blew it open again. You stepped through the foot high snow in simple tennis shoes and wished you were back at the cabin again.

You heard gunfire and squeaked. Your pace quickened as you moved through the frigid mountains. Your foot slipped and you fell off the side of the cliff, on the ledge below. The snow padded your fall and you only felt a little bit of ache in your bones.

'Not a bad idea....'

You moved to the side of the ledge again and saw the ledge was just a little bit away and you rolled off the side.

This continued for about two more ledges and the only thing you could do then was to trudge down the steep slope.

Just then you heard behind you, "Having fun, my snowflake?"

You ran down the slope, trying to get away from the Finn but he caught you and tackled you.

"Why are you running away from me ______?! WHY?!"

"Sicko! I don't even know you!"

"Shut up!" he hissed, digging his nails into your neck.

You let out a choked cry, "Why.....? Why me?"

"SHUT UP YOU BITCH!! DIE YOU FUCKING WHORE!! SLUT!! SKANK!! DIE ALREADY WON'T YOU?!"

And you did.

Tino pulled his hands away, panting. Then he leaned down and kissed your cold, dead lips.

"A Cold Winter's Kiss......" he muttered.