Naughty girls don’t get Christmas wishes. They get Krampus and his switches. All I wanted was an escape from the unrelenting Christmas cheer. Instead, I ended up in the North Freaking Pole at the mercy of Krampus. He says I’m on the naughty list and the only way back home is to submit to a week of painful, humiliating punishments. But with each passing day, I find myself wondering more and more - what happens if I don’t want to leave?