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Carla's Christmas (Prompt 1)

𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓪'𝓼 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 Prompt 1 : Carla's sure this Christmas is going to be like every other shitty year. As she heads into a Holiday Kink party. She's soon dropped into a bit of serendipity. Could Carla's Grinch attitude be saved, will she get her Christmas wish?

Warnings: Carla's Christmas Writing Challenge: Prompt - Candy Canes , Choking & Caning / BDSM Party / Christmas Party / First Meeting / D/S impact play /Mommy Kink Hinted / Reader SubSpace / Scene and Aftercare / Spanking / Caning with holiday toy / Voyeur and exhibitionist / TrafficLight & Consent / Holiday Kink Scene / Meetcute / 18+

“Have you ever tried it?” The older woman asked you, her breasts were hard not to stare out in the push-up bra.

The sound of a forty-year-old lawyer looking woman expertly hitting another woman with a dog collar hard enough to leave welts was loud - but not loud enough for you to hear the sexy lady asking you a question.

You almost choke on your soda, your eyebrows raising as you answer her question with a question.

“Caning someone?” You quip, voice going a bit too high - anxiety seeping through. Making the gorgeous stranger smile at you, like she found it rather cute.

Maybe you shouldn’t have worn a sweater and jeans to a fetish party - it didn’t cover your blush enough. You’d need a circus tent to pull that off.

“Something tells me you’d be the one being caned not the other way around. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at one of these.” The blue eyed goddess put her hand out and you hesitated by met her warm palm.

“I’m Carla.”

Hello, beautiful - fuck this woman was a knock out.

You open your mouth like a fish and find something dumb to say;

“I thought you weren’t supposed to say your name here?” That wasn’t a flirty response, you chastised yourself. Don’t pretend you don’t want her to put a bow on you and open you before the 25th.

Carla’s presence lit you up like the Christmas tree in the corner of this festive party.

“So I was right, not from around here.” Carla’s smile is contagious, and you wish you could stop the heat growing all over your body at being in her orbit.

The crowd of people moves about the house with the ease that only comes from being here too often. Ugly christmas sweaters and no pants, or cockcages decorated with twinkling lights or red and white nipple clamps.

It’s got bettter food and almost as much sex as an office holiday party.

But this suburb wasn’t so different then the next.

“I just moved back. Chicago doesn’t seem any different from when I left it.” You grin and Carla finally gives you your hand back. You miss the touch already.

“College?” She guessed from your youth.

“New job.” You respond - instead of ‘starting over at almost thirty.’ Slightly honored slightly sad she thought you were that young. It being a few years since you ate dorm food and cracked open a textbook.

You’d come to this cul-de-sac BDSM party from an online group. Only twenty minutes in, and it had been a lot of Dad bod beer gut men either being spanked or showing others their collection of leather. Mom’s wearing earrings with bells fliting with other mothers. Seeing who was going to let who into their martial bed. Putting a new meaning to the twelve days of christmas song. As these woman were for sure going to be maids of milking tonight.

No one your age was around, which was probably your own fault for not checking the flyer more.

But this many 40-50-year-old parents getting their rocks off in the winter kink sesh while they’re kids were at sleepovers - well it should have made you turn around and leave. What were you kidding, you needed an older partner.

Your age group certainly wasn’t doing it for you.

So you had been sorta curious, and maybe yeah, a little lonely. But who wasn’t this time of year?

The continuous sound of a long cane with the red and white paint to appear like a candy cane was making this submissive kick her legs in the air.

Only for voyeuristic crowd to laugh and the dominant to taunt her.

You couldn’t hear any of it now that Carla was talking to you.

Her hair curling wildly, breasts popping out of that bra that was doing the lords work. The bit of red material begging to be touched against your lips.

She had lacey sorta leggings on and you could never pull off such sex appeal.

But as her lipstick has a gloss finish and seems shiny in the light, you find her blue eyes have you frozen in her presence.

“Have you played before?”

“It’s been a minute, but yeah.” You nod, somewhere between a truth and a lie.

Carla looks over her shoulder,, and you hope you didn’t lose her attention, but instead her hand comes back to grab your wrist.

She leads you with confidence you’ve never possessed away from the small crowd in this midwest house 4 bed 2.5 bath. That normally was homed to a Wonder Bread family, but three days out of the month were full of educational sexipades and BDSM parties.

Carla walked you away from the living room and towards the patio. You set your drink down knowing you’d never find it again.

Carla had you isolated from the loudness now -w here no snow was currently falling. Chicago had already snowed enough and it stuck to the ground and chained to a dirty grey. Reminding you of your childhood or black ice and losing feeling in your legs on the walk to the bus. Their backyard was covered, minus the bit of deck where christmas lights were wound around the fence and railing.

Your face screwed up a little from the wind, your body not yet use to this kind of weather again.

It was chilly, but your new friend Carla threw an arm around your middle, and somehow you were now cuddling to keep warm. Thankful that she didn’t make fun of the way your body melted into her own like you two had always done this.

Always curled to one another on late nights, in old snow, under the lights with nicotine and feelings.

She took out a cigarette and lit it with one hand and offered it to you. You were sorta wondering where she had room in that tight of an outfit for a pack. But were too nervous to ask.

You hadn’t smoked a cigarette since finals in college actually, but what the hell. You accepted it from her fingers and took a long drag, missing the taste of it with a black coffee.

“You have family in the area?” Carla digs some more and you don’t give her the cigarette back, you suck in another drag then pass it looking up at the cool night.

“I thought these parties were supposed to be playing and no names,” you repeat - perhaps too guarded.

Carla doesn’t take offense, instead grinning.

“You wanna play with me?”

Now you cough and you can’t blame it on the nicotine.

“Um- I mean, we just met.”

“We could use traffic light system - there’s a few different rooms if you are nervous about people or-” Carla looks at you now and stops her tirade. “Or, we could..” She trails off and you panic, not wanting her to take back her invite.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Carla asks not sure what you are agreeing too, even though she just listed it.

“Um..Will you um-” You don’t know how to ask it but Carla is faster.

“Aftercare, what do you like, I mean is that-”

“Hold me?” You ask too fast, and hate yourself for it but Carla is nodding so quickly in agreement,

“Of course.” She says and now you are spinning around to go back inside, so you miss the way Carla watches you. She flicks her cigarette into the snow and follows you into the now stiflingly hot house.

Carla finds one of those candy cane’s by the back door. Stealing the idea the other kinkster's idea she keeps it in hand.

Then Calra directs your hips over to a second door down a hall, the one where the bed is currently not in use. But a few people stand and talk because refreshments are in there. It’s not the basement but it could be considered an in-law unit. A bed, a flat screen playing christmas piano music low. A tiny kithchenete, sofa, loveseat, stacks of books on 70’s shelving. Someone making out with someone in a santa hat in the corner.

There are a few people conversing but nothing really happening.

“Is this?” Carla asks, seeming to need your comfort levels. A good sign for anyone who’s played, but to you. You feel at a loss, not sure who this person is, saying yes to Carla.

Because this year you had been through fucking hell.

So what did you care if a bunch of soccer moms and real estate dads watched as Carla did whatever she was going to do to you.

Fuck 2025, you were going to end it with a bang.

“I don’t care if they watch.” It’s another half lie.

You didn’t know Carla well enough yet to study the way her jaw clenched. You didn’t know that she was possessive, that she didn’t want others to watch.

But she wasn’t about to say that - not when you were being so open, so consenting. She’d take on for the team, try and block them out the best she could.

Carla wouldn’t miss her shot. She set the candycane toy by the side of the bed, and you sorta wish you’d you’d said aftercare of eating her out now.

Why hadn’t you said sex? Was the older woman still going to fuck you? Were you okay with that?

You saw the queen bed with it’s ikea grey comforter and holiday throw pillows. It was up enough for you to bend over. Bracing both of your arms on the bed. It felt like getting hit by a nun in catholic school.

You don’t know why you assumed she’d want to spank you.

But you two had both been watching a caning so maybe it wasn’t an unfair thought.

But you sure as shit hadn’t expected Carla to grab your hair.

You’d be ashamed at how you moaned and arched for her - if you hadn’t both known what this was.

“Sweetie, you bent over so fast. Slow down, you’re my Christmas present, you see.”

You shivered at her words, they were already so dirty and you normally would cringe at a partner trying them. But Carla’s tone was so sure of herself, you instantly were turned on. One of her hands moved to your throat, not choking yet. Just liike she was sizing up, seeing how much of your throat she could hold in her hand. Fucking hell if it didn’t do things to you, you whimper and try to get her to squeeze by pushing into her hand more. Tension pulling at your hair.

Fuck she had you in the palm of her hand and you were gone.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered and Carla released you, making you instantly upset.

“No sorry, not when you moan like that for me.” Carla’s compliments were making you more anxious.

But in her heeled boots she plopped down onto the bed and patted her lap.

You realized too slowly that she’d wanted you across her lap first.

You awkwardly fidgeted and stepped forward but Carla stopped you, holding her hand out.

“Pants.” The older woman said confidently, and you gulped and hesitated. “Color darlin'?” She tilted her head quickly.

The words of your ex fly into your mind. The horrible work environment you’d just left. The people who hurt you this year, fuck it.

You drop your skinny jeans down your legs, and are vaguely aware that you’ve earned the attention of the room. The rest of the conversations stopping to watch what was about to happen.

Fuck you wish you were a fly on the wall to see what this looked like too.

But you kick off your Chelsey boots, leaving your jeans on a heap, you’re glad you wore the red panties tonight. Fuck your old lovers, this was the day to wear the lacey ones and actually be proud you’d done it.

Carla is eating up the view of you, tracing your millennial tattoos, your underwear, the cute dip in your hip.

“Oh damn, and here I thought I’d been too naughty this year to get a gift.” She grinned, then, as you stepped forward, she twisted her hair into a high ponytail to get it out of her face.

Now you smile, unable to hide how cute her dirty flirting is. You lay out over her lap, which at first feels awkward until Carla’s hands find your ass cheeks.

“Have you been good this year?” She asks, and you wonder if it’s for the crowd, but as you contort your face to see her. You realize she’s staring at you, and only you.

Something about Carla just makes you sure, she doesn’t give a fuck about what any of these people think.

You breathe out, unable to forget the sound of people filing into the room who hadn’t been there before.

No longer just a few, but a crowd growing.

Carla’s plam moved under the back of your shirt. Softly brushing down your spine. A calming gesture that instantly worked.

You’d like to think she didn’t want her first time touching you intimately…to be a scene. But to be something that you’d feel in your bones - a stamp on the corner of a love letter yet to be opened.

“It’s been a fucking stupid year.” You answer honestly and you both laugh, alleviating the tension.

A few people in the crowd laugh too. Though it doesn’t feel as scary now that Carla’s hands are on your skin. Rubbing up and down, proving you aren’t alone. More than just some motivational bullshit you hear. But like her hands are carving the clay that will keep your body safe.

“Let’s not let that be how it ends then.” Carla says, hittin your chest with those words - making a promise you didn’t know yet she had plans on keeping.

Her movement stopped and she sighed.

“Have you been caned before?”

Now she was asking you? Fuck if you answered wrong would she turn back?

“No, but I want to.” You admit, making Carla roll her tongue in her mouth around as though they were dice and she were about to gamble.

“Let’s start with my hand. See how you feel baby. Can I call you baby?” Carla gauges and you shiver just enough for her to notice and you nod.

“Words, give me a green to know you can behave for me.”

“Green Carla.” You gasp as her hand bunches your already thong underwear up further. Your pussy throbbing as she practically turns the fabric to dental floss.

You get excited as her strong hand rubs at the globe shape of your ass.

Someone in the crowd opens a drink, someone laughs.

You face down towards the carpet, only to see the woman who had you at this bent over angle. Blood rushing to yoru head.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP OR GET OUT!” Carla yells, making you jump a little at the shift of her attitude, the room grows quiet again.

The you arch as Carla kisses a knot in your spine just above your lower back.

You close your eyes and almost weep.

You don’t remember the last time anyone kissed you like you deserved softness.

You would have rathered the cane - this is too good.

You bite your lip to stay quiet, to your absolute horror.

Carla continues to kiss down your spine, to the crack of you cheeks then plants one on each cheek making you grin for no one to see.

Her lipstick stain leaves it’s marks on your body, you wish you could tattoo them.

The lipstick stain on your left cheek turns out not to just be a possessive mark. But a place for her hot palm to land.

You jolt at the first slap - the sound alerting everyone in the room for what was about to happen. A good old fashion spanking from an older woman. Happy fucking holidays, you couldn’t get this on your Hallmark channel.

“Oh you make such sweet noises and I haven’t even started yet!” Carla teased and your stomach flipped as her next slap on your right cheek had your legs clenching.

“I saw that, you can’t be getting wet already.”

The material of Carla’s leggings are now scratching against your middle and you grab at her leg.

Only for her to slap once on the left cheeks, twice on the right and once on the left again. Like you were some kind of sexy bongos.

You let out a hot breath that can be heard from the crowd. Which is officially standing room only.

Carla couldn’t be bothered with the group of smiling faces and half hard cocks.

Her hands massaged your pink ass cheeks, bringing more redness to the surface.

“You know you turn such a pretty shade of red for me - you could be my Rudolph. How’s that for a Christmas pun, baby?”

You let out a small laugh, thankful that her joke relaxes you just a bit. Your shoulders no longer above your ears, your back relaxes.

Other people laugh, you don’t hear them as Carla’s hand goes back to your thong that she seems offended you still have on.

Her manicured fingernail scratches over the tiny patch where wetness is forming faster than you could make an excuse for.

“My little reindeer, so red for me. You think I could break you in?” Carla’s fingers find your clit, your eyes roll back hard and you shake as your splayed across her lap.

You moan not meaning to be this far gone from what’s supposed to be a friendly scene.

“Rudolph, you still green my sweet?” Carla checks, her voice is deeper than before. More sinful something, if that were even possible.

The deep shade of maroon on your face is luckily still hidden because you are upside down.

“Green!” You shout just as her fingers pinch your clit.

“Fuck, baby girl, I was downright cranky about this stupid season. You’re making me rethink this whole Christmas thing.” Carla’s tone isn’t teasing anymore - it’s dirty. You spread your legs just enough and hump at her hand just as it leaves.

People laugh - Carla doesn’t so much as giggle. Not finding your desperation for her touch in the slight humor.

Carla hasn’t felt this alive in she doesn’t know how long.

“You need me inside puddin?” The older woman asks and you hump again, as she lifts your sticky underwear with her middle finger. The back of her knuckl runs the length of your labia, up and down. Smearing your wet arousal around like it belonged to her.

Her eding has you whining and whimpering with your head still facing the carpet.

Carla spanks your ass, once just a bit below, then up on your left asscheek. The sting is building - the pain making way for a rawness you can’t name.

Carla’s hands are a little rough, she must work with them all day, they’re strong and she doesn’t hold back.

Her hits on your ass get harder and the sound of your whimpering and her punishment rings out louder and louder.

You aren’t breathing evenly, you are holding your breath and then losing it when she gives an extra hard blow.

You don’t know how many times she’s spanked you, but your dripping arousal down your thigh, sure that it’s on her legging.

Carla seems to feel your needs, know where you need the pain.

You’d felt so empty all year - here you were, more in your body than ever before.

Carla’s muscles in her forearm are strained, she holds your middle down and goes to town on your buttcheeks.

Something in the older woman is quiet - finally quiet. All her everyday stress long gone, she doesn’t blink. In a sort of trance watching as her hand delivers blow after blow on your skin.

Your once pink cheeks turning a dark cranberry, the promise of a dark bruise in mere hours.

Neither of you speak - you don’t call out to stop, Carla’s spanks do not slow.

You are shaking with a new euphoria you’ve never experienced.

Your subspace bleeding across to meet Carla’s dominant high.

Two souls colliding faster than stars burning into earth orbit.

It sounds cliche but you were no longer in the room full of people.

You were safe, you were wanted, every nerve ending no longer felt the bite of the spank. A mere slaping of skin - no you were high.

Warm and wanted, what bliss.

Carla’s holding you down with her arm to keep you in her lap, to keep you hers.

You were sure that whatever you’ been doing before this woman - fuck you’d not known. How stupid you were to not know.

You were Carla’s.

As she spanked your ass cheeks you forgot the anger and the hurt of the year.

You were weightless - in Carla’s hold your face relaxed.

You were drooling, unable to tell anymore where her hand started and your body ended.

You don’t hear her the first time your dominant asks.

It’s not until Carla’s yanking your hair back so that your belly is exposed against her lap.

“Green like the Grinch, are you green baby?” Carla’s out of breath, but she seems determined - not tired. Like she’s almost at the peak of the mountain, if she can just keep you on it.

“Green, green please please.” You beg, and your eyes are closed but the room gets a good look at the bit of drool, the smudged lipstick, the running mascara and eyeliner. You look like you’d shot a good hour of porn.

But you didn’t know it.

You were still so hungry for whatever Carla would feed you.

“Cane time gorgeous, tell me your color,” Carla asks, her hold on you slacks but she’s petting you now. Fuck had anyone ever touched you with this much care?

“Green, so, so, green. Don’t ever stop.” You beg, your tone strained. A few audience members like your answer.

A few people touch themselves, a few people finish in their pants. Too many couples fuck at home to the memory of you on Carla’s lap.

If Carla had her way, no one would have seen you like this.

But she still couldn’t comprehend anything around her.

As her right hand reached to the side of the bed where the cane was.

Carla had a quick worrying thought of this pain becoming too much, of ruining the space you two were in.

But she just couldn’t help herself.

Carla lifted your body onto the bed, you let out a umph noise as she laid you flat onto the bed.

Your panic felt as though it were in another room. You reached out for Carla, something that was not lost on the older woman. You let out a sad little whine - turning the dominant on to no end.

“I’m right here, don’t you worry. Baby I’m not going anywhere.” Carla gets off the bed and comes behind you.

You can’t keep focuses, but you’ve never felt warmer, more flush, more adored.

You don’t see it, as your face is in the blanket but you hear the noise of the cane whistling through the air. This high pitch sound of newtons laws of gravity.

Then it lines both of your ass cheeks in one thud.

It’s like a comic, it takes a moment for the pain to reach your senses.

Then the slicing feeling happens, you jerked in the bed, Carla’s hand comes down to your ass cheek where her new mark already is turning a new shade.

“Mommy,” you respond into the blankets - not a thought you had but something far deeper in your chest. Not a secret ready for the light of day, not for this room.

Carla’s lack of response for a second had you panicking, had she heard you?

But the older woman comes to the back of your head, she curls your hair away. Then makes you turn so you can breathe. Facing your chin to your right shoulder. Carla’s face comes into your vision. You don’t know her well enough to know this look isn’t one she gives anyone.

“Good job, I have you. You’re being so good for me.” She responds and you relax just enough for her to rub the tears you hadn’t known you’d let go away from your hot face.

Carla must have understood the weight of a secret.

“AYE THE DUNKLER GRINCH AND CINDY LOU GONNA FUCK IN HERE!” A man with a beer belly yells from the doorway.

Carla growls in anger, but your hand reaches out and stops her from taking the cane to the rude motherfuckers head.

She can already picture choking him until the light leaves his eyes.

“Shh, don’t go.” You say it with such desperation, that Carla actually stops her almost murdering.

Again, you didn’t know that this woman didn’t stay away from fist fights.

But somehow your hold on her brought her back into the scene immediately.

Her dominant high filling her just as your subspace rocked you.

“Can you give me two more?” Carla asks you seriously and you shudder.

The line across your ass is no longer a dark red, now it’s a deep purple.

You would be feeling this for weeks.

“Please, please Carla please.” You can’t stop it, the need for her.

Carla’s fingers lace with yours as she brings the candy cane long stick behind her shoulder and it whacks down on your ass.

You hump the blankets and let out a scream.

It’s long and you don’t stop until you are out of air in your lungs.

Carla’s gaze meets yours as you two don’t look away.

Carla’s aim is true, as it screeches in the air and down on last time on your ass cheeks.

Your body bends and whips as you scrunch your face from the pain and pleasure.

It’s better than any orgasm you’d had by this point in life.

Your screaming is so high your own ears don’t pick it up.

Then the tears roll harder, your vision blurry, your body gone.

The group applauds and you tremble as Carla’s moving your body finding the throw blanket at the bottom of the bed and practically swaddling you into it.

She lifts you into her lap and sits on a leather chair next to the bed.

You don’t remember how to breathe, until her hand begins to rub at your back and you like a kitten, you take a shaky first breath.

She’s warming you back into the land of the living, and you want no part of coming back.

Your eyes are screwed tight, you just want to stay on the bed with the pain and pleasure - with Carla. Just one more minute, you don’t want to be outside of this high.

You shake, and Carla speaks into your ear. A snake charmer for your insides.

You are realizing you are in a ball wrapped tightly in a blanket in her lap, your lips next to her cheekbones.

Carla’s perfume and sweat giving you a contact high - how was this woman so perfect for you?

“Shhh, I got you baby.” Carla whispered as you came back down to earth.

People walked by, but everyone seemed to give a wide berth to the two of you. Your scene now over, your body still buzzing from the electricity.

Yet your mind was floating, so calm.

Never in your whole life had your brain been this at peace. You’d heard of subspace but figured it was a myth like Santa himself.

Carla’s hands rubbed your back, like she was bringing the circulation back.

You hide your face in long hair, which had fallen out of the ponytail at some point. Carla’s hold doesn’t just feel comforting, but protective. You wanted so badly to make a home between her shoulders. Her breasts pressed against you, and you tried not to bury your head in her cleavage. No matter how deliciously tempting that notion was.

“I got you.” The dominant repeats and something in her tone leaves no room for questioning. She really does, for as long as you’d allow her.

You stay in her lap, as she rocks you every now and then.

Neither of you speak as the party continues around you.

You weren’t sure what words could possibly sum up how much you craved that. How you never had the vocabulary to ask anyone for it. That was definitely for the best - because no one could have made you feel like Carla had.

Your breathing slows, your eyes still shut, you can hear Carla’s heartbeat, your inhales match in rythm.

She’s got this deep smell of cedar and frankincense, and something sorta like you’d find in a spa. Whatever it was, you were sure you needed it bottled.

“You still with me Rudolph?” Carla whispered and you laughed just a little.

Letting her know you weren’t freaking out and spiraling.

“That’s my girl.”

You moan accidenty at the term and Carla’s hold on you tightens without her meaning to.

“You like that idea too?” The older woman asks a little too in love with the notion of you being what she brings home for Christmas to be scared.

“You would have to call me by my name, Rudolph and Cindy Lou are fun though.” You cough at the end, your voice practically gone from screaming so loud.

“Let me get you water.” The caregiving side of the dominant comes to life.

“No, you’re warm.” You pout, but Carla is already moving you back into the leather seat so she can get up.

She’s stronger than she looks as she twists and makes sure your still completely covered in the blanket.

“I’ll be back before you can name the reindeer,” Carla promises and you yawn but smile at her.

“Can you name the reindeer?” You counter with a flirting look.

“Yeah, Rudolph, Vixen, Sleepy, Dopey, and Grumpy.” Carla says seriously and you both share a giggle. Damn, it feels so good to have someone like this.

Carla hesitates before walking away, kinda scared to leave such a good thing. Too use to life taking away anything worth wild.

Carla goes to the mini kitchen in the inlaw unit but there’s no solo cups left. Opening the fridge there’s only alcohol. Carla wants to get you hydrated not so buzzed you don’t remember her. So she twists to see your eyes closed, then she heads out of the room, finding the main kitchen once more.

“OOYE FUCK YOU!” A man who’s had too much spiked eggnog pushes another. A woman in the middle seems at a loss for the two neighborhoods.

One thing leads to another, the two of them break a vase. Another person tries to break it up, and that’s when the bigger, drunk man takes out his pocket knife.

Scaring the lot of men with no idea what to do next, and the smaller woman who is for sure breaking up with this man if she hasn’t already.

Carla see’s a glass of cheap Pinot Grigio, smashing it on the countertop she steps up to the man.

“Come on big boy - let’s if you can fight a woman from west-side.” She grins, too happy to get in the middle of the brawl.

But the guy just backs up and high tails it out of the kitchen. Tripping on the way out the back, his butt crack comes on display.

A few people cheer and whistle, because that’s fuckin Chicago for you.

Carla doesn’t stay as the woman thanks her and the home owner in his Santa get up groans at the mess. Instead, she finds the last cold water in the fridge and walks between groups of people to get back to her adorable Christmas wish.

Carla pushes into the room where people are setting up for a scene with lots of rope.

She fights to get to the back corner next to the bed. Needing to get back to you.

Only to find the throw blanket and an empty seat.

Carla’s stomach drops.

She quickly rushes against a man in a furry costume to run to the other side of the bed where your clothes had been, your shoes.

No luck, your pants and shoes long gone, no sign of you.

Carla stood there defeated with a bottle of water the only evidence you ever existed outside of her dreams.

She didn’t know your name, where you lived in the area. Nothing.

You were the best thing to happen to her in decades, her christmas-mother-fuckig-wish, and now you were gone.

Her shoulders hung defeated,

“Christm - ass is right.”

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