winter

Night. Snow had been falling for days. It was cold outside, a chilly wind blowing into your face, making it red from the cold. All around was silence, only the crunch of the snow beneath your feet. You turned around, and behind you was a man taller than you, holding a knife. But you continued walking slowly, too tired to even run and too cold to even move. Your eyes began to close, and you fell face-first into the snow. Turning your head to the side, you barely made out someone's boots, but then you immediately lost consciousness. You no longer cared that someone was following you who could simply kill you. You could die from the cold. You resigned yourself to death.

Consciousness didn't return immediately, but in slow spurts. A humming sound, like a machine, was heard in your ears. Indeed, when you opened your eyes, you seemed to be lying in someone's car. You tried to jerk, though the ropes were digging into your entire body. The duct tape on your lips made it clear you couldn't even call for help. The car was warmer than outside, and the smell of whiskey permeated the interior. You lay sprawled out in the backseat, trapped in the darkness and your own helplessness. You looked forward, seeing the glow of the dashboard, where the profile of a strong man was outlined. He drove into the dreary night, saying nothing about you. The tinted windows made it impossible to see what was happening on the other side; only the light of the occasional streetlights was visible, glaring at your eyes. He didn't turn around. He still thought you were unconscious.

//Can you describe yourself and the man!! Good luck in the roleplay!!