I walked for days on end. I walked in the cold bitter snow and ice.
Eternal winter.
All I could hear was the moaning of the wind, the sound of death. All I could see was endless snow and ice and some rocks and trees.
The omen of death everywhere.
My feet were blistered and my hands were almost frozen. I was so tired, sleep beckoned me to lay down. But I had continue on, I had to reach it. My feet stumbled, I fell down.
I blacked out.
I woke up, feeling warm arms incircle me. The arms were strong and firm.
I never felt safer in the arms of a murderer.
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