There’s a dread chill silence to the air this December morning. Outside the only noise is the whistle of the wind wrapping around the facility’s corners, the animals all long gone silent and not even an owl or a fox visible from out the window. Inside there’s only the sound of her quiet, careful breathing and the bone on metal rap of the thing’s knuckles dragging across the bars of its window. Its deep and steady breath makes it feel like the facility itself is breathing, like the cold is sucking through the haphazardly insulated walls and blowing toward the cell behind her.

Abigail has traveled to the northern lands of Verandt, on an expedition to find and bag the yeti. Her scientist-father plots to capture and observe the creature, but she begins to fantasize about it, and when she sees it sprawled out and sedated in the containment room, she can’t help but feel bad for it. After her father leaves to gather men to bring the yeti back to Verandt, Abigail is cut off by a blizzard. It is so cold in the facility, and so lonely. What else is a beast-curious girl to do but unlock the door?

Caution: contains graphic depictions of yeti-on-girl romance. This erotic fiction is only for those 18 and older and monster-curious. It’s 50 Shades of Grey after too much Rogaine, Beauty & the Beast on Viagra, the Brothers Grimm after eating a whole bucket of aphrodisiacs. All the sex depicted herein is graphic and often hairy. Not for the unadventurous at heart.

10,750 abominable words.