Krampus held a few managers in a hole for a few weeks. It was dark with spiders and long ago started to reek. The monster whipped them every few nights, those the only moments they saw light. In a meeting they decided no party for the Yule, the reason; the economy had been very cruel. Wisely giving themselves a raise for all the money they had saved. None thought of spending their own dime. The workers would understand, they would be fine. They denied a small Christmas thanks, a crime Krampus thought rank. This wasn't charity it was earned and Krampus's monstrous fury burned.
The Beast rounded up the villains. Lashing entitled asses until blood was spilling. One soiled himself for which Krampus took a kidney, mailing it overnight to a dialysis patient in Sydney. Some nights the monster tied one to the rack, other times he beat one in a sack. But every night taking time to explain the cause and reason for their pains. Those who worked hard seldom received thanks, all while these scum moved up through the ranks. Their rise was on others backs; people with skill something all of them lacked. The beast told Christmas was already earned in the year. It was already due he shouted in their ears. Krampus grabbed a fat one by the tie and decked him hard in the eye.
Every now and then Idunn came along, Krampus let her swing the whip but she wasn't very strong. Even the captives thought it was cute, a nice reprieve from the brute. She was too little to crank the rack, even to see she had to ride on Krampus back. The monster worried a little the girl may go bad, boy Santa would be really mad. But he was happy and didn't worry of lists and continued lancing the evil managers like infected cysts.
Krampus always made sure Idunn was safely home, and then returned to his backyard to argue with the dog over a bone. The worst of his work he saved when the girl was away. That's when the beast really got to play. Breaking arms and cracking ribs; even forcing them to listen to music of the brothers Gibb.
He saved most scorn for one named Rajesh a petty tyrant who said his team thought he was the best. The bastard risked his neck for none always looking out for number one. He would never have thanked even when due, that piece of crap went into Krampus's stew. The rest he released after much beating. Some he even forced them to partake in the stew eating. They ran home looking over a shoulder all the way and did better at Christmas the rest of their days.
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