Santa Daddy by Milli Rabbit

I wasn’t expecting to become a bride for Christmas.
Momma told me never to run through dark alleys, but I chose the shortcut anyway.
Now I’m crouched behind a dumpster in a Christmas tree lot.
Bells on my costume jingling like a death alarm.
watching a man get murdered in the snow.
And when the killer turns, he sees me.
Calm. Controlled. Beautiful in a way that feels fatal.
His hands wrap around my throat.
Fear threatens to make me faint.
And the scariest words I’ve heard in my life leave his perfect lips.
“Your mine now, Kitten.”