Stolen Warmth

Anya gave a low moan as her mind and eyesight swam back into focus. Unfortunately for her, consciousness brought with it a dull, throbbing pain in her backside and leg. Her eyes drifted up and stared at what was like snowflakes over black marble.

Where am I? she silently asked herself.

It took her tired mind to take heed that something was nagging at her.

She was cold. Bitterly cold.

Her breath