"Aw… fuck… I'm not your wife. Why hit me so hard?"
A groan escaped Jack's lips the moment he woke up. His head was hurting, and his vision was blurry, but the urge to make unnecessary comments was ingrained in his soul, never to leave.
However, as his vision cleared, so did his wit. The room was dark and extraordinarily cold. Under his feet, he could feel the thin layer of ice cracking, not to mention the mist coming out of his mouth.
"Why is it so cold…?"
He tried to move, but neither his arm nor his leg moved. All he could hear were the clacking of the cold chains around them.
"Rise and shine!"
A masculine voice echoed in the silent room before blinding lights flooded from all directions. Jack averted his gaze from the blinding light. His eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness and then he saw someone in front.
"Angela…?" Jack asked.
