Insulated

"...and the thin lining of fur keeps the whole jacket insulated!"
Anna looked over the boxes and bags containing her day's purchases and sighed. She really wanted this new jacket, but did she really want to have yet another bag to haul around? It WAS midsummer, and she really wouldn't need it until the fall at the earliest, but it was so cute, and on sale. She resigned herself, and nodded
"I'll take that one too."
The saleswoman happily took it to the register where it joined the rest of the shop's inhabitants that would be going home with Anna that day. After running the package-laden woman's well-used card, she helped her to find a spare finger on which to put the bag, then walked her to the store exit, babbling on about how it was always a pleasure to see her, and hopefully she'd be back very soon. Anna waved as best she could and made her way out of the mall, to the parking deck where her brand new sedan waited for her patiently. She stuffed it full of the booty from today's outing and got in, checking her professionally-done makeup before starting up and going home.

The bags and boxes joined the rest strewn about on her floor from previous shopping pillages and she slumped into her favorite chair, a gaudy gold affair from an estate sale two months ago. Indeed, her entire house had been recently furnished with nothing but the best pieces from all over the world. Her traveling had left her exhausted, and she was glad that her last week was spent just being at home.

restless again, she got up in a few minutes and ran herself a bath, nice and hot with bath beads and scented oils. She lit a few candles and disrobed, sinking into the near scalding, but very relaxing, water, and closed her eyes. the weight of the world faded away in the steam rising from it, and she was at last able to let go of her tension.

As she luxuriated in the tub's shallow depths, flashes of her past had started entering her mind. this always happened when she let her defenses down. Strange, unnatural feelings started creeping into her thoughts and she cringed. This was her world now, this life, these things. Not that cold, dark place she'd once found herself in. No, since she'd come here, things were different. She was actually happy, enjoying herself for once in her life. This infusion of life was just what she needed after too long being alone and afraid. She was safe here, secure, buffered from the rest of the world by the new life she'd made in so short a time. She let herself smile, a genuine, happy and tranquil gesture. This, yes, this was the life.

Her entire world was brought down in one swift instant, with the splintering of wood crashing into the bathroom, making her sit up with a start, only to see a leather-clad man, decked out in various totems and trinkets and pointing a rather impressive firearm in her direction. He turned his head and spat on the floor, before looking her in the eye with an evil grin on his face.
"Time to die, monster."