ANNABELLE TAKES MY hand in hers and pulls me outside. The cold is worse outside; my teeth start to chatter.
"S....se...ri...ous...ly of a....all the pl....aces he could have brought me to, he brought me to a cabin on a snowy hill?! What did I ever do to him?!". I shiver.
"Here, take this". Annabelle removes the black top she's wearing and hands it to me.
"Thank you", I say and put it on. Since she's taller, bigger and wider than me, the top covers me perfectly and protects me from the biting cold.
She crouches low and clears a portion of the snow off the ground. She takes out a steel dagger and slits her wrist, letting the blood drip onto the ground.
"Hey! What are you doing?". I pull the dagger away from her. "Why are you hurting yourself?".
"I'm not, I need to spill my blood to
