Page 4 of The Krampus' Queen
The drink! He offered me a drink, and I blacked out. “That fucking asshole roofied me!” I shout. Then he strung me up like his personal living Christmas stocking.Oh, fuck. Fuck! What’s he going to stuff into me?
Please let this be some fucked up sex thing, cause otherwise…
Otherwise, he’s going to kill me.
Of course, it could be both.
Ding.
I yelp at the sound.
Ding.
The little clock on the mantle. I can’t see it, but those two bells must mean it’s after two AM. No matter how hard I scream, no one will find me now. Panic seizes up my arms, burning then freezing them. I shake in my prison, the chains rattling like ice on a window. I’m going to die in this creepy house on Christmas.
No. Giving in to that little shit is the last thing I’ll do.
“DeVere!” I scream, his name invigorating my mind the second I open my mouth. “You’ll never get away with this! They know I’m here! The app tracks my movements! You’ll rot for this you scum-sucking, limp-dicked asshole!”
A floorboard above me creaks. Maybe he can hear me. Or maybe he’s jerking his cocktail weenie right now at my threats. I want to tear out the last of his hair but also leap out the window and never look back. “DeVere,” I whimper. “I won’t say anything if you let me go now. I promise.”
No answer.
“We can forget this ever…”
A great woomph bursts from behind me. The warm hearth dies with a cold gust of wind and something very heavy hitting the bricks.It’s snow. A ton of snow fell down the chimney.
A soft jangle, like the tinkling of bells, rattles through the room. No, not quite like bells. Something’s off. Even though I can’t see it, a presence walks out of the chimney and looms.
Santa?
Why not? I’ve already had the weirdest night from hell. How about good old Saint Nick showing up to save me?
I lift my head, bracing myself to call out to whoever it is. The almost bells drag on the ground and a loud clop echoes over the hardwood floor. When another follows, I realize what I heard. Those aren’t bells. Someone or some thing is dragging chains across the floor.
My breath sucks in hard, my body prepping for a scream. A hot snort splits my hair and assaults the nape of my neck. The room shifts, every sense I have fixating on a darkness solidifying directly behind me. Heat blisters just behind my back, almost touching me. My skin breaks out in goosebumps. A scream catches on the back of my throat, and I suck in air to try to stop it.
The scent of animal slaps me across the face. It’s like a petting zoo in a pine forest. I try to think what animal it is when something hot lingers just behind my head and breathes. The gush of air into its lungs sounds like a jet engine. A panicked whimper slips past my teeth as the hot breath travels to the other side of my neck.
I can almost feel its teeth and tongue lapping over my skin. Rough hair sticks to the back of my bare shoulder.
Wait? Bare? I was wearing a sweater and…
Dumbstruck, I look down just as a hand with skin as gray as ash curls over my waist. Long claws catch on the pink silk clinging to my body. I sure as hell wasn’t wearing this before.
Oh, fuck. The hand’s pads touch the silk, then grip to my body below. It clenches, pulling the hemline higher. On my long torso, it doesn’t have far to go to expose me. Cold curls under my buttocks and I realize my bare ass is hanging out.
Another hot snort buffets behind my neck. I’m shaking, barely able to breathe, while I obsess over the hand swerving back and forth across my stomach. The creature’s body is just behind mine, its heat growing insurmountable. Something caresses my naked ass and I yelp, leaping in my chains.
The hand clamps down, pressing me back into it. The thumb’s claw spears up between my cleavage and the pad of its hand sweeps upward toward my breasts. My ass swings back, landing against some kind of thick fabric—a coat maybe—and heavy fur.
Whatever’s behind me looms closer. Fuck! I’m terrified and shaking, but the threat of a hand nearly clamping over my breast has me ensnared. My spread thighs quake, swinging me onto the monster when something hard pulses under the silk nightie and against my naked ass.
Holy shit. Is that…?
The creature moans and thrusts its hips. Well, his hips. That unmistakablehispartrides higher and higher up my trembling, sweat-soaked back.
It just keeps going.
