It was a cold bitter night and the icy air ripped its way through her clothes like a knife through flesh. Her hands grasped at her cloak desperately trying to retain the thin strands of heat which surrounded her. She missed the warmth already. Her footsteps echoed around her and she listened to the sound, enveloping herself in it, focusing on the noise above everything else. Maybe that was why; why she did not hear the muffled steps behind her, hear the strangled breath, hear the cloth as it was moved and positioned around her until it was already pulled tight against the pale flesh of her throat. Her hands grasped desperately at the cloth as she tried to find the oxygen to breath but it was forced from her as her capture forced her against their body. She paid little attention to the body pressed against her as she clawed and ripped at the fabric but only succeeding in marking her pale skin with red scratches. Her lungs were beginning to scream in need of oxygen and they pained her each time she attempted to draw breath to no avail, her capture was stronger then she and kept the rough black fabric tight against her throat, tighter the more she struggled, until long after her hand had slumped to lay limply by her side, useless and forgotten. Once her capture was satisfied they allowed the shell which once contained a person to drop to the ground like discard litter and they walked away, leaving the marred body alone in the darkness staring dully into the darkness, alone and trapped forever.