A Sack of Naughty Tricks

It’s not often that I get to talk about the intricacies of being a servant of Krampus. Most people think it’s all about the fear, the dread, the anticipation of being caught and punished. But it’s so much more than that. It’s the art of manipulation, the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of knowing that I’ve gotten away with something - or rather, that I’ve made someone else pay for their misdeeds. I love the way a particularly plump, ripe target squirms when they realize I’m closing in, the way their eyes widen as they try to come up with a desperate excuse for their behavior. It’s music to my ears, the sound of their whimpers and moans as I drag them down into the darkness, my claws extended and ready to strike.

As I prowl the streets, looking for my next victim, I have to admit that I get a little distracted. The sights, the sounds, the smells of the city - they all combine to make me feel like a predator, a hunter stalking my prey. And then, of course, there’s the sex. Oh, the sex. It’s a weakness, I know, but it’s one that I indulge in with reckless abandon. There’s something about the thrill of the chase, the excitement of the unknown, that gets my blood pumping and my heart racing. And when I finally catch my prey, well, let’s just say that it’s a night to remember - for both of us, in more ways than one.

People often ask me why I do what I do, why I’ve dedicated myself to the service of Krampus. The answer, of course, is complicated. It’s a mix of twisted desire, of a need for power and control, of a deep-seated desire to punish those who think they’re above the law. But it’s also a lot simpler than that. I do it because it’s fun. Because it’s a rush, a high, a feeling that I can’t get anywhere else. And because, in the end, it’s just so… satisfying. The look on their face, the feel of their fear, the knowledge that I’ve made them pay for their misdeeds - it’s a feeling that I just can’t get enough of.