A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Pale morning light shone in through the car windows, but the sun was only rising. It couldn't be seen too much through the thick cloud cover, but it broke through a few small gaps. Yesterday, it had snowed, but it hadn't been too thick to cover the roads significantly. A heavy snowfall, though, looked like it would happen that evening.

Luckily, they would reach the town of Dunnuuna before then. In fact, they only had about six hours left of the drive. By early afternoon, they would be there. During past twenty-four hours, only two more stops had been made, but not a lot of time had been sacrificed.

The car made a left turn. It was now nearly a straight road to the town except for one more left turn at the end. That movement, though, shifted the passenger's body. (F/n) moaned a bit in discomfort before she rolled onto her right side. She ended up lying halfway off of the backseat.

Her fingers skimmed the carpet, and her brows furrowed. The car hit a bump, and it tossed the teen off of the seat. She landed in a compressed position on the floor. Groaning, she opened her eyes and steadily picked herself up. A red blanket rolled off of her shoulders and pooled around her legs. "Wh-what ..."

Narrowing her eyes, she wondered where she was before everything hit her like a lightning bolt. She froze before she hurriedly inspected herself. There didn't seem to be any binds on her, and she didn't appear to be harmed in any manner.

Peering over her shoulder and up, she noted that Krista was faced away from her. She continued to drive as if she hadn't heard the sounds from her passenger at all. Rather, the woman was humming that odd tune again.

Picking herself up slowly, (f/n) seated herself on the backseat. She remained quiet since the tension in the air had increased tenfold. Just when had she fallen asleep? (F/n) remembered leaning against the car door and getting lost in her thoughts about what would happen once they reached the town. During that, she must've fallen asleep, and Krista must've stopped the car at one point and moved her. Why, though? What purpose did that serve?

(F/n) set the blanket aside and scooted towards the right passenger door. Had Krista simply been courteous and moved her to the backseat so that she could lie down properly? That seemed too odd, and the teen half expected bars to appear between the two of them. Glancing down to the door, she paused. There was no button to unlock. She looked to the other door, and it was the same thing. Her heart skipped a terrible beat. (F/n) tried the window switch. It didn't work. Quietly, she scooted over to the other door, but she was met by the same result.

As she slid back to the other side of the car, she shifted her eyes towards her driver. Her heart grew cold, and her skin crawled with trepidation. Krista was staring right at her. A murderous gleam lit up her eyes, and a grin was on her lips. The teen couldn't help but gulp. She felt like she was caught in a spider's web.

"You'll have to come back up front if you want out." Her tone was playful and threatening. Krista moved her face closer, and (f/n) wondered if the woman had a neck made of rubber. The teen backed up more against the door. Suddenly, Krista spun around and faced the road again. Her voice returned to its normal state. "Sorry, the windows have been broken for awhile now. It's cold outside, so you shouldn't try and open the front passenger one either."

"Ri-ri ...Right."

Before (f/n) could even nod her head, Krista tossed something back to her. Caught off guard, (f/n) ducked and heard the item hit the door behind her. A ... giggle left the driver, and Krista gripped the steering wheel happily. "That's a little present for you."

"A present?" Cautious, (f/n) averted her eyes from the woman. Her eyes diverted to the object. Hesitantly, she picked it up and examined it. Something red was inside of the round container. (F/n)'s stomach turned, and she had to look away.

"Don't you like it?!" Despite the light chirp from the driver, her tone sounded demanding.

Out of fear, the teen nodded her head. Reluctantly, she inspected the container more. Her eyes read over the label. Blood red face paint. Visibly, crimson drained from her face. "Wh-what ..."

"Put it on, silly." Krista waved her left hand dismissively. "Sorry that I don't have a paintbrush, but the lines need to be thick anyway." Her hands left the wheel momentarily and made a large circle motion before they steered the car again. "You have to stand out. Otherwise, you won't be perfect."

"Lines?" Alarm laced her veins, and the cold from terror encircled its arms around her. Her eyes stared back down at the paint. There was only the label; there was nothing else on it.

"Oh! How silly of me." Krista giggled and appeared as though she would bounce in her seat. "Look in the pocket on the backseat in front of you. It might be in there. I hope that I didn't forget it. Otherwise, we'll have to improvise somewhat."

Hesitant, the teen leaned forward and stuck her left hand into the pouch. (F/n) couldn't see it, but Krista was grinning like a chesire cat. The woman's heartbeat increased with excitement. To Krista's joy and (f/n)'s dismay, a paper was in the pocket.

Gradually, the teen removed it. She unfolded the paper and flipped it around. What she saw made her eyes go wide. All of her body quickly felt cold and tensed. "Krista ..." The woman gripped the wheel hard. She eagerly waited for the teen to carry on. "Why do I need to paint this on myself?" (F/n)'s voice was slow, and the woman easily could decipher the terror in it.

On that sheet of paper was a silhouette of a woman's front and back. Covering her were rough drawings of her veins and arteries. "Is this some sick joke?" The teen's voice was as quiet as a mouse's. Her hands shook, and the paper swayed back and forth to the floor.

"No, no." Krista waggled her right index finger. "I need you to paint that on yourself." The woman talked about it like it was kindergarten assignment. "For right now, just your face and arms will do. You could paint the rest of you too, but you might get cold on our way to the cabin. After all, I don't want the design to have any chance of being ruined. Whatever you don't finish now, I'll paint on you when we get there."

"No." Krista's jovial attitude dropped. The air seemed to freeze. Probably, Krista could hear her racing heartbeat, but (f/n) refused to go along with such a thing. "You're trying to sacrifice me, aren't you?!" (F/n) sat up straight. "You know who I am. You had admitted to it back in the store. That's also why you had painted my nails red. Now, you want me to be a walking exhibit of my veins and arteries." Her hands slammed down beside her. "I'm not doing that!"

All of a sudden the car came to a screeching halt. (F/n) slammed against the back of the seat, and the jar of paint was jammed into her midsection. Her breath got caught in her throat, and her head spun from the rough contact. Steadily, she lifted her head up, but her right hand shot up towards it. A groan left her, and she heard the driver's door opened. She needed to move.

Pushing herself up on her hands, she tried to climb over the divider in the car. The left passenger door opened, however, and a hand lunged towards her. She tried to dodge it, but her aching head slowed her down. Roughly, the hand gripped her left wrist and tugged her towards its owner. (F/n) wished to scream, but a hand covered her mouth.

Kicking her legs and flailing her right hand, she tried to get free as her head calmed down from the pain some. Krista had an iron grip on her, though. The woman ripped the teen out of the car and threw her hard onto the ground. A pained groan left (f/n), and her head hurt terribly again. It had collided with the road roughly, and she felt dizzy.

Walking to the back of the car, Krista retrieved some rope. She stood over (f/n), who couldn't even lift herself up at the moment. It wouldn't surprise the teen if she became unconscious, but she tried to roll away. Krista's left foot stopped her and kicked the teen back onto her back. Another moan of pure discomfort left the passenger.

Hovering over her, Krista bound her captive's wrists and ankles. She made sure that the knots were tight, and the rope was too thick to be broken by hands alone. The woman noted that the teen's eyes remained partially opened. She grinned. "You really should've complied. Now, you'll have to sleep until we get there." Krista hoisted the teen up and carried her to the trunk. "I'll even have to paint every detail on you myself now."

Dropping the teen into the trunk, she shook her head in playful disappointment. "Have a good rest, (f/n). You'll need your energy for later." Before Krista could receive an answer, she knocked out the teen and slammed the trunk closed.