Christmas Eve with Krampus

Everyone knows that the dark forest of Blackmoor has monsters… but what about demons?
When I’m given the opportunity to petition a “wish” from the Blackmoor council, I’m not so sure I believe in magic—but I’m desperate enough for an escape from my current life to give it a try. Besides, in spit of my chronic pain, I’m a kick-ass survivalist with a can-do attitude. Despite the rumors and the stories about this “magical” place, there isn’t anything in the woods that I can’t handle.
Tell that the the toothy little gnomes that attack my first night in…
At least, that’s what I call them. Because if I admitted what they really are—freaking Christmas elves—I might just think better about spending my holidays in the dark, snowy woods.
With only the dress on my back and the fruit the Blackmoor council gave me, I decide to find shelter to hunker down and make it through my three days in peace—until those damn elves attack again, intent on bringing me to a ominous man known as the Toymaker.
But before those creeps can, another demon steps out of the woods, frightening off the elves and scaring the crap out of me.
Krampus is more than six feet tall—not counting his horns—and he looks like he could snap me in half… and that’s if he doesn’t trap me in the chains he has clutched between his claws.
Of course, after he saves me only to take me for himself, I spend Christmas Eve with Krampus—and those very same chains.
But that’s Christmas Eve.
What happens on Christmas? What happens when the Toymaker comes searching for me himself?
And, most importantly, what happens when my three days are done?