Charlie kidnapped Vic with the intention of making her pay. She was on the Naughty List and needed to be punished. So Charlie had ambushed her. Charlie glanced over at the unconscious Vic in his front seat, her wrists bound together. He was planning quite the punishment for her before dumping her at the feet of his children for dinner. But first he needed to deliver his current child to Christmasland. Then he could turn his full attention to punishing Victoria McQueen.

Charlie arrived at the gates of Christmasland without incident and delivered his child into happiness before turning his car around to make his way back to the real world. Vic slept the entire time.

Charlie parked at a gas station to pick up a few supplies and that was when Vic finally awoke.

She struggled in vain against her tied wrists and then began to try to get the door open. As she hurled herself again the door with all her might, with a single determined thought of "open!", the car door suddenly popped open and she tumbled out onto the pavement.

From inside the gas station, Charlie felt the car door open and was shocked. Nobody should have been able to open the doors on his car against his will.

Charlie went back outside to spot Vic scrambling to her feet, wrists still tied together. They locked eyes and he stared at her, noticing how pale she looked for the first time. She was so pale her veins were beginning to show thru the edges of her skin. It couldn't be…

Vic bolted in a panic and he made no effort to give chase, still rooted to the spot by his own thoughts.

She actually managed to escape. Only because Charlie Manx just stood there and watched her go. She didn't know what the hell that was about, but it didn't matter. She needed to find a way home.

Vic was kept under police protection for the next several weeks thanks to the kidnapping, while they scoured the area for signs of Charlie Manx and his Wraith. She told them every detail she could remember, except for the reoccurring dreams. Ever since she had escaped him, she was having constant dreams about him. Awkward, horrible sex dreams, of course. Vic didn't think she had been held captive by him long enough to develop Stockholm syndrome, so what the hell?

Vic startled when she felt Charlie stroking her hair. She sighed in annoyance. Not another dream. She rolled over to find him fully clothed and sitting on the edge of her bed.

He leaned over and kissed her, pulling the covers back to reveal more of her body so he could trail his sharp nails across it. Could she be blamed if she pulled him downward, wanting to feel the full weight of his body crushing hers? It was only a dream and she never felt like she had full of control of any of these dreams. Charlie eagerly obliged her, holding her wrists above her head, forcing Vic to lengthen her body completely underneath him. Her bare nipples were being rubbed raw against his coat and she released a reluctant moan. She invited him between her legs and rolled her hips upward so she could enjoy the feeling of his hardness pressing through his pants against her dripping sex.

His teeth danced on the edge of her throat and she bared it further to urge him on, but he didn't bite and instead pulled back with a shake of his head.

"What am I going to do with you, Victoria McQueen?" he stroked her face in disappointment. "You're on the Naughty List. You don't deserve any of this."

"I can be good, Charlie. I can be good." she begged him.

"Such sweet, empty promises you make. I almost want to believe you."

"Please, Charlie, please…. I need…" she arched up against him again in frustration and panic that he would just leave her there unfulfilled.

Charlie's sharp nails traced down her body again as he pondered what to do with her. She was definitely Naughty, but she was also the only other adult who had ever shown such an affinity with the Wraith. One of a kind indeed…

She still needed to be punished, but Charlie no longer had any desire to break her. He flipped them suddenly without warning, so that she was spread across his lap, bare ass exposed. "What…?" Vic tried to get up, but Charlie held her down. "Bad girl. Lie still. You want to get off the Naughty List, don't you, my sweet?"

Vic stilled immediately, but trembled in anticipation.

He struck hard and fast. Twenty strikes to her bottom. Vic barely felt it. Her marks were healing rapidly and it only made her more wet. She was practically squirming in his lap from pleasure.

Charlie's fingers suddenly dipped into her wet core and she came from that touch alone. "Oh, so you enjoy being Naughty…." he spread the wetness around teasingly.

"God yes… yes!" she bucked her hips in impatience with him.

"Then it's a good thing I enjoy punishment. I'll make you a good girl yet, Vic McQueen."

He continued to work on her. She was destined to be his perfect bride. Sometimes she fought him like a demon out of hell. Sometimes she was the perfect angel, obedient to all his wishes and madly in love with his cause. She fed with him and learned his ways, his mind, and his passion. The Wraith had chosen her to be the Mother of Christmasland. Who was Charlie to refuse its wise decisions? The car had never lead him astray yet.

I liked in season 1 episode 5 in that iconic bench conversation scene, Charlie is like "oh you've been dreaming about me? I've been dreaming about you too!"

That would have been a great time to deadpan "Yeah, sex dreams. What about your dreams, Charlie?" Can you imagine his expression? LOL

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