Wicked winter night, p.1
Wicked Winter Night, page 1
WICKED WINTER NIGHT
KAY OSS
Copyright © 2025 by Kay Oss
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To those of you walking through life waiting for that special person to show you what it’s like to truly feel again, I see you.
And
To those of you who just want someone to tie you up with pretty Christmas lights and take you to pound town. This is for you.
CONTENTS
Author’s Note
Content Warnings & Tropes
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
AUTHOR’S NOTE
You will see names like Nikki, Dean, and David while reading this novella. These are characters from my debut book, and I can see how they would feel random without that knowledge, so I figured I’d give a little heads up here. You don’t need to have read Don’t Speak to read this book!
CONTENT WARNINGS & TROPES
Content Warnings:
Cheating (not between MCs)
Betrayal
Murder
Torture
Physical Abuse (Not by MC)
Rape (mentioned, not descriptive)
Talks of drugging
Attempted Rape (Not by MMC)
Stalking
Grief
Spouse and Pregnancy Loss (Not of FMC)
Somno
Fertility Struggles (mentioned, not the FMC)
Tropes/Kinks:
Revenge/Justice
Age Gap
Wax Play
Primal Play
Chasing
Dirty Talk
Praise
Possessive
Cabin in the Woods
Bondage
Breath Play
Somno
Aftercare
CHAPTER ONE
Day Before Christmas Eve
The road is blurry as I fight back the tears forming in my eyes. Snow falls fast on the ground outside, and the roads are slick. Crying would only make my anxiety worse about having to drive in these conditions, but I had to leave. I couldn’t stay there any longer. Catching my own fiancé fucking my best friend in our bed was not what I expected to happen two days before Christmas. I might have lost my shit and thrown a few things at them, but can ya blame a girl? Liam and I had been together for eight years, and I caught him balls deep in Kaci, my best friend of fifteen years. Fuck both of them. May they never know a moment’s peace moving forward. I hope my face haunts their dreams. May both sides of their pillows always be hot, and I hope that every time they’re about to orgasm, it fades. Fuck love. And fuck friendships.
My body is vibrating, and it’s not from the cold. I feel like I could scream until my heart gives out, but in an effort to prevent myself from completely spiraling, I decided to make a drive out to my family's cabin in the woods. Just a peaceful, quiet Christmas alone. I can’t go home because I don’t want to deal with the interrogation from my mother and sister. How could you have missed the signs? What did you do to make him stray? He’s such a nice man, you should try to make it work. I can only handle my family in small doses as an adult, and that’s just a type of medicine I don’t want to take right now.
Looking back on a few things, I can see how I was stupid and naive in some situations, but forgive me for thinking adults could be friends without wanting to rip each other's clothes off. Thankfully, I can get a little Christmas spirit at the cabin, considering it’s where we all used to go to spend Christmas together. There should still be a flocked Christmas tree and some decorations in the attic I can use to spruce up the place. I made a pit stop at the grocery store to pick up what I need to get me through a few days, including a nice Christmas dinner I can make. I can get through this. Fuck men. Fuck best friends. The only thing I know is that I always have myself, and I always survive.
The snow begins falling faster onto the ground the closer I get to the cabin. The sky is pitch black, only lit by the moon’s soft glow and the twinkling of the stars. The heat in my car is on full blast, and I’m bundled in my favorite sweat suit. F.U.R.B (F U Right Back) by Frankee blares loudly on the speakers, and I am belting the words with rage-filled anger when my phone slides off the seat.
“Shit,” I whisper to myself.
I bend down, trying to keep my head above the dashboard and stick my arm out, reaching around the floorboard. It’s just out of reach as my fingertips graze the edge. I push further, taking my eyes off the road for a split second and grab it, sitting back upright in my seat. Just as my eyes hit the road again, they widen, noticing a man standing in the middle of the pavement, and I slam on my brakes and jerk my wheel to the left. The tires slip and slide on the slick ground, and I scream, trying to right the wheel of my car while moving in the direction of my tires. The car spins out twice before coming to a stop, facing the wrong way on the road, right where the guy had been standing. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I feel like it’s going to explode. My hands are gripping the steering wheel so tight, my knuckles have turned sheet white.
“What the fuck,” I whisper to myself, staring at the empty road illuminated by my headlights. I didn’t feel a bump, so I know I didn’t hit him. Or did I? Did I just hit someone?! I frantically unbuckle my seatbelt and throw the door open, grabbing my thicker coat from the passenger seat and throwing it over my body. The snow crunches beneath my boots as I rush over to where I last saw the man standing.
“Hello?” I shout. “Is anyone there?”
Silence. There’s nothing but the sound of the snow falling and the distant sound of the whooshing of my windshield wipers.
“Hello?” I shout again, moving to each side of the road, searching around. “Is anyone hurt?”
Again, silence greets me, and I’m left stunned by what could have happened. If I didn’t hit him, then shouldn’t he have at least checked on me after spinning out? I mean, it was his fault that he was in the middle of the road. If it had been another car, he might not have been so lucky.
I spend the next 10 minutes searching up and down the street for any signs of a body, but I come up empty. If someone were here, he’s gone now, and I can’t stand out here anymore. I can’t feel my hands or face, and I’m pretty sure the snot running down my nose has frozen to my face. Walking back to my car, I take one more look over my shoulder, but the result is the same. I get in my car, shoving my face and hands into the heat from the vent before I put it in drive, turn around, and head toward the cabin.
What the hell just happened?
CHAPTER TWO
The familiar wooden structure greets me ahead as I make my way down the never-ending road leading up to it. It’s been too many years since I’ve been here, and a few memories come flashing back in my mind. Mom’s homemade apple pie, sitting by the fire and reading Christmas stories, chopping down our own tree in the woods nearby—so many happy moments. This cabin has been in my family for generations, but as my sister and I got older, we started coming less and less. I don’t think anyone has been here in years.
I bring the car to a stop, turning the engine off and gathering my belongings. The snow has eased up, now only falling in light flurries. I only grab what I need to get through the door. I’ll come back out for the rest. Throwing my jacket back on, I step out of the car and close the door before heading up the worn-down stairs. This place is in need of a little TLC after all these years, but Mom sends a caretaker out here every few months to ensure there are no squatters and that everything is working properly, should anyone want to come up here.
Sticking the key in the lock and turning it, the door creaks open. It’s pitch black, and the air is stale, but I quickly find a light switch and flip it on. The cabin is immediately lit by the warm yellow glow of fluorescent lighting. The air has a musty smell to it, and I crinkle my nose, trying to breathe through it. The furniture is covered in sheets, draped across it to protect the fabric from bugs. I flip the sink on to confirm there is running water. The pipes rumble a little, then several spurts rush out of the spout until it becomes a steady stream. Excellent. I open the fridge, confirming it is clean and waiting to be st ocked. Everything looks fine down here, so I head to my car and grab the ice chest I packed with the food I’ll be needing during my stay. Well, food and wine. Gotta have wine.
I pull the ice chest from my back seat and drag it through the snow, using two hands while I walk backwards. Once I hit the steps, I slowly place a foot up each one while pulling the heavy plastic box with me. I shouldn’t have grabbed such a big ham when it’s just me, but it was on sale at the last minute, and I couldn’t resist. It looks so good.
Once I’ve finally pulled the chest through the front door, I close and lock it, picking up my keys from the table by the door and doing the same to my car. An overwhelming sense of sadness creeps up on me out of nowhere, and I sit on top of the ice chest, hanging my head in my hands as the tears start pouring down my face. I know I said I don’t need anyone—and I don’t—but the idea of starting over is daunting. I’m thirty. I expected to be married already, at least to have found the “right guy” to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t need anyone, but having someone I want is nice. I thought I was finally there. Finally at a point of comfort. Of safety. Of security. I guess I was wrong.
“Damn it, Ella. Pull yourself together,” I whisper to myself, and I wipe my face, get to my feet, and drag the cooler all the way to the fridge. Once the food is loaded, I get to work on the rest of the house, pulling the sheets off the furniture, lugging my bags upstairs, and unpacking. The master has an attached bathroom with a garden tub, and a hot bath sounds amazing right now, so I grab a towel and start the water, putting on my favorite Sleep Token album as I step over the edge. Warmth envelopes me when I lower myself in, and I exhale, trying to rid myself of the stress from the last 24 hours. I lean my head back, closing my eyes, but a memory floats into my mind.
I can’t wait to show Liam his gift. He’s been begging for a new wallet for some time, so I saved up and bought him a dark mahogany brown leather trifold wallet and had it engraved with L & E 4ever. I just know he’s gonna love it.
I pull into my assigned parking space at our apartment complex, shutting off my engine. I got off early today, and I wanted to surprise him. I wasn't supposed to be off for another three hours, so I took the opportunity to pick up his wallet and some dinner on the way home. Giggling all the way up the stairs, excited for his reaction, I unlock the door and sneak inside.
“Liam, honey, I’m home early!” I yell, but there’s no response. Odd. Because I know I saw his car out front.
“Liam?” I call out again, making my way to our bedroom.
Soft moans echo from the bedroom, and I freeze. My heart rate picks up at the impending dread I feel because not only are those familiar sounds, but I recognize the voices.
Slowly, I take a few more steps, turn the knob on the door, and push it open. What I feared was happening is suddenly before me. Kaci, my best friend of fifteen years, is on all fours on top of the bed, and my fiancé is currently thrusting in and out of her. The moans fill the air, and by the sound of it, he’s close to finishing. Fuck that.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK,” I scream, and both of them scramble, muttering “shit” and “fuck” back and forth.
“Ella, it’s not what it looks like,” Kaci says, covering herself with my comforter while trying to find her clothes.
“Not what it looks like?! Are you serious? Tell me, Kaci, if it's not what it looks like, then what is it?”
“It just happened,” Liam states, frantically putting his pants back on. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were coming home early.”
My jaw drops at his words, as though he’s not sorry for fucking my best friend but rather that I came home early and caught him. My mind is racing a million miles an hour, and my palms begin to sweat. My eyes dart back and forth between the two, and the rage begins to fester even more. I feel fucking stupid, and that pisses me off more than anything. How could I have missed this?
“FUCK YOU,” I scream. “FUCK BOTH OF YOU.” I open the bag still in my hand and pull the wallet from the box. I take it in my hand and chunk it at him. “Here, you piece of shit! Here is the Christmas gift I got you. And here,” I add, grabbing the to-go boxes with food. “Here’s fucking dinner. I hope you both choke on it.” I take the boxes, throwing them one by one at each of them.
“And you,” I seethe, pointing my finger at my now ex-best friend. “You’re fucking dead to me. I don’t want to ever speak to you or see your face ever again.” My heart cracks at the words, despite the reason for them. I feel like I’m losing a piece of me, like from this point forward, a part of me will always be missing, like there will always be a hole that no one else will ever fill. Flashes of our friendship play like a movie in my head, and my eyes well with tears as I look at her one last time before I steel my features, not wanting to give her any more of my heart than she’s already taken.
I quickly grab a bag, throwing all the belongings I can into it, before I bolt out the door. Not even taking a single glance back.
I jolt awake, the water now having gone cold. The memory from that night fades away, and I quickly get out of the bath. I get dressed and get ready for bed. It’s a little late for the fireplace, so I pop downstairs, searching for a few electrical heaters I can place by the bed. Thankfully, I also brought my heated blanket with me.
Entering the kitchen, I pause, noticing the cooler is in a different location than where I thought I left it. That’s odd. Did I move it before heading upstairs? Or maybe I thought I left it next to the fridge, and it was really in front of the pantry? I don’t know. It’s late, and I’m tired, and I’m just ready for bed. I grab the water I came in here for out of the fridge, and head back upstairs, grabbing the electric heater along the way. There’s already one in my room, and with my blanket, this should do the trick.
Once I’ve plugged both heaters in, I plug my blanket in and my phone, ignoring the dozens of texts I’ve received from both shit stains, and roll over, closing my eyes. I’m already exhausted, and today has been a shit day. It doesn’t take long before sleep takes me.
CHAPTER THREE
She’s so beautiful, nestled into her blankets like this. I suppose it’s really fucking cold outside, but I stopped feeling the cold long ago. I run my finger down her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin grace mine. She’s just divine.
I hadn’t expected her to almost hit me on the road earlier. No one ever comes out this way anymore, especially in a storm. Any sooner, and she would have caught me throwing Mr. Smith over the cliff a few yards from the road. I was just making my way back to my truck hidden amongst the trees when the headlights caught me off guard. Thankfully, she maintained control and didn’t spin out over the edge of the cliff. I watched her from a distance, getting out of her car to check for me. She was just so beautiful, her blonde hair blowing in the wind. I followed her when she left, maintaining a good distance to not be noticed, before I saw her turn onto the road leading up to this cabin. The mailbox read “Jacobs” in red lettering.
I waited at the end of the drive, watching her haul the cooler inside and her move from room to room throughout the house from the windows. When she decided to take a bath, I snuck into the cabin, taking a look around. According to her driver’s license in her wallet on the table by the door, her name is Ella, she’s thirty years old, and she’s from just outside the state line in Kansas. Only a few hours’ drive to where we are in Colorado. Something must have happened for her to have the balls to drive out here in this weather. When I set her wallet down, I checked around the house some more. It seems as though no one has been up here for a while. She brought a cooler of food with her, after all. A cooler I decided would be fun to move just to fuck with her a bit.
She’s the first woman I’ve seen out this way in a few years. Most of the people who come out here are passing through in freight trucks, and the residents in this town mostly keep to themselves. They’re mostly elderly people who’ve decided to retire in the country where it’s peaceful. It’s also a great place for people like me, who’ve been using this place as a dumping ground for our kills. There’s nothing at the bottom of the cliff. The bodies that get tossed off the side fall to the depths below, being covered by layers of snow for months on end before spring hits and melts. Whatever is left is then picked upon by the animals coming out of hibernation. I’d kill for fun, but getting to put my skills to work and making a living from it is even better. Several years ago, I was contacted by a man named David on behalf of his boss, Dean. Apparently, their business is booming so much that they need help. To this day, I don’t know how they found me or knew of my… activities, but I decided to jump aboard. I was given two rules. Don’t kill the innocent and don’t get caught. Simple enough.
