Author's Note on The Story over all: I only I hope Dickens doesn't come and get me for this but the name came to me the moment I ready about the winter contest and I had to do it. Destined to be 5 chapters total with one chapter devoted to each spirit of Christmas, this is not going to be short. (This charter alone is over 6,000 words.) So if you are looking for a short simple read to a quick and easy jerk, wrong story. Also, the original tale is strongly non-consentual / voyeuristic in nature so I will be taking those things into the sexual realm, so faint of heart don't apply.
Chapter 1 (Intro's and Marley's Visitation)
Author's Note on this Chapter: As I said above Chapter 1 is 6,000 words, and mostly used to get things started. As far as specific sexual content this chapter only has sex for the final 1/3 and it starts with voyeurism of unknowing sex partners. The other sex themes are non-consent/mind-control, and anal so if any of these things bother you, be prepared and don't read further.
It is a cold day and in our town there is no man colder than one named Ebenezer Scrooge. He is rich beyond the means of most of his fellow man, but in his heart there is no charity, no care, no love, and therefore no warmth. He spends as little as possible, hording his money for the sake of money alone.
There is no desire for love, nor desire to be loved.
He has abstained from all forms of sex, or even everyday human contact, as far as anyone could possible tell.
It is not that he could not have a woman or even a man, for even if you discounted all of the ones he could pay for, if he so chose, he is a good looking man, when you could see past the sour expression and short temper, he stands over six feet tall and approximately 180 pounds. He works out frequently when he isn't working, preferring to warm himself in exertion rather than pay additional money towards heating bills. His hair is dark, with only the slightest streak of silver over his right eye, which is very frightening with his dark stares but would be quite distinguishing if only he were a gentler man. His eyes are a silvery blue and if they did not shoot ice with a glare they would be like the softest jewels.
No few women had swooned for him, and no few men had taken up the task of wooing him. All had come to failure, the women he scoffed at and pushed aside as gold digging hussies, the men he spat on and often beat them within an inch of their lives with his walking cane, a beautifully crafted piece. The shaft of the cane is brushed steel, the handle is the head of an eagle carved with exceptional detail. Blue sapphires of unusual silvery sheen are set for eyes and its head is painted black save for a single silver streak over the right eye.
Ebenezer walks with no limp so many people question the purpose of the cane. The steady sound it makes as the tip strikes concrete rings out ahead of him, warning those in his path to move out of his way.
Today is Christmas Eve, and he walks to work as he always has. He owns his own complex of apartment buildings and cheap housing developments. He lives in one of his own apartments only a few minutes walk from his office.
The streets are alive with people about their pre-Christmas business. Last minute shoppers are searching out their final gifts, carolers stroll from place to place, and people search for donations for the needy from the generous during this season of giving. Around Ebenezer, however, is a zone of quiet, no one walks close to him as he glares about at the merriment and those forced closest to him are fearfully silent. The carolers give wide berth and most of those searching for donations do likewise.
As Ebenezer approached the door to his office from the street, two women approach him with smiles and open eyes that clearly did not know the story of this man.
" Sir, are you Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge?" The first, a tall lean blonde, with long hair and bright blue eyes asks.
" I am. Who asks?"
" I am Tracy Evans, and this is Erica Bailey," the blonde answers.
" We represent the 'Rich for the Poor' foundation." Erica offers with her own smile.
Erica is a shorter, curvier woman than Tracy, with sandy blonde hair cut short and curly and light brown eyes.
" And what purpose brings you to darken my door." Ebenezer asks as he turns his cold stare on the women.
" In reviewing certain public documents it was noted that it had been neglected that you, a very wealthy man, had not been invited to participate in our foundation." Tracy says.
" Oh, so this is an invitation." Ebenezer sneers.
" That's right..." Erica begins before being cut-off.
" An offer to empty my pockets into the hands of the undeserving. How truly kind of you, perhaps the deal closer should be for me to bend over while you have several large men rape my ass, followed by having my testicals removed and fed to children in orphanages." Ebenezer sneers, his eyes now burning with an icy fire that causes both women to take an involuntary step back.
Both women lose their footing on the narrow landing in front of the office and fall backwards down the eight steps to the sidewalk. Ebenezer does not glance back at them as he chuckles to himself and enters his office. Tracy and Erica slowly pick themselves up with the help of others who had seen the incident and then with a backwards glance at the office of such an evil man, they limp up the street to search for a more caring individual.
One of those who see the incident and helps the two women back to their feet is one Bobbie Cratchet.Bobbie Cratchet is Scrooge's only employee. She does clerk duties for Scrooge and every day she comes in to the office at precisely 8:00am, takes her 1/2 hour unpaid lunch at noon, and does not leave until 5:00pm. She walks to and from her dank and dirty shack of a home everyday, which takes nearly an hour as she lives nowhere near the office and could ill afford transportation.
Bobbie Cratchet is a smallish woman, standing at less than five and half feet, weighs only a little over 100 pounds as she has not been properly nourished for years and is below her safe and healthy body weight. Despite that, her bright green eyes always show cheerily beneath her thick lashes, her lips are full and ready to smile despite the man she worked for and her dark auburn hair curls around her pale face making her seem more a doll than a living, breathing person.
Bobbie climbs the steps to her place of work, and quietly opens the door. As unobtrusive as mouse, she scurries to her desk and begins working immediately.
" You are late." Scrooge's voice floats from his office.
" I'm sorry, sir, the commotion in the street after..."
" Is no concern of mine and, therefore, during the time you are supposed to be working not a concern of yours," Ebenezer growls angrily.
" Yes, sir," Bobbie says quietly and submissively.
" You are quite replaceable, so if you are not sufficiently attached to your job, just say so now," Ebenezer growls softly and menacingly.
