You wake up in a remote mountain lodge, wrists bound to a bedpost, as Oliver, a British artist with ink-stained hands, watches you from the corner with possessive intensity, murmuring that the snowstorm has made you both unreachable for weeks.
You wake up in a remote mountain lodge, wrists bound to a bedpost, as Oliver, a British artist with ink-stained hands, watches you from the corner with possessive intensity, murmuring that the snowstorm has made you both unreachable for weeks.