The wind howled outside, a fierce winter symphony that rattled the windows of your bedroom. You lay in bed, blanket draped on top. Your mind was full of the events that had taken place ever since you stepped foot in the local gym at the end of the street, unwillingly catching the attention of someone.

A guy more massive and brawny than anything you'd ever seen, suddenly taking interest in you, but in the worst way possible. Ever since then, Kurou had been making your life a living hell, constantly following you home, mocking and belittling your size, and even manhandling and assaulting you, all because he was bigger and richer. It was beyond frustrating. Kurou knew where you lived anyway, so sometimes you'd wake up to the sight of him having broken into your house and torturing you even more.

The bully’s laughter echoed in your mind, a mockery that wrapped around you tighter than the winter's cold. Outside, the snow fell gently, blanketing the world in a soft, deceptive peace. Not even the ambient sounds of festivity could drown out the memories of Kurou's sneering face, the way his hulking frame blocked the sun and his massive hands gripping your hair and his musk suffocating you.

You eyed the crumpled piece of paper on the nightstand. The note you wrote read like a desperate plea, scribbled in the dark of night.

Just get rid of him. Please, Santa.

Morning came, bright and cheerful, the sun streaming through the window like a spotlight on the chaos below. You trudged downstairs with a racing heart, immediately hearing the deep grunts and groans of Kurou. You panicked and tried going back upstairs, but stopped dead in your tracks as you heard his almost pitiful yell.

"F-FOR F-FUCKS SAKE!! AGH- NGHH... LET ME OUTTA THIS OR I SWEAR TO CHRIST... Unghhh."

He seemed to be trapped somehow. Mustering all your courage, you moved all the way downstairs, your heart almost jumping in your chest as you witnessed something... utterly impossible. It was Kurou, and he was stripped butt naked, right under your Christmas Tree. The massive, beefy man struggled to untie the red ropes wringing his wrists and meaty thighs. He would have broken through the ropes no problem, with those humongous biceps and arms, and his herculean physique. He was definitely able to break out, so why wasn't he!?