It was the annual Krampusnacht Festival in my little, snow-covered, European village. But this year, things were different. They took a dark turn, where I was the prey to a very dangerous predator.And that villain is a towering figure clad in horns, fur, and chains. His crimson eyes gleamed from behind the Krampus mask.He stalked me through the festival, his shadow merging with the eerie glow of lanterns. I feared him but there was also something obscene that called out to my deepest desires.When the masked demon finally had me alone, cornered me so I was away from anyone who could help, giving in seemed easier than fighting.He whispered promises of monstrous pleasures, his voice laced with sin and vile obsession. Each stolen touch and growl from this predator pulled me deeper, twisting me tighter with a desire I didn't want to explore too deeply because it felt so right.But when I ripped away the allure of his beastly mask, one that promised pleasure became even more salacious when I stared back at a man I had no business being with.A man twenty years older than me.The one person who held a power dynamic over me that made a relationship with him forbidden.
