Moments before...

"Noel...?" Sofia peaks out of her bedroom door, wearing her usual pearly white nightgown. "Noel..?" She says again, yet there's no answer from her roommate. Asleep, Sofia thought, or out late. Either way, always respectful of others' personal space, Sofia didn't bother to look in Noel's room. She shuts the her door quietly, barely even making a sound.

Click. She locks the door. She walks to a small table and turns on her MP3 player, one of the very few technologically advanced items she has. She usually despises them, believing they complicate more than help, but she'd rather not carry her old records around. She presses play, Julie London's sultry voice fills the room. "Cry me a river..." Sofia sings along, "cry me a river over you..."

Her slender hand drapes on the handle of her drawer. She pushes her clothes aside and pulls out a small photo album. Carefully she opens it and after flipping through various photos of her and her family, she stops. She concentrates on one picture. It's of a handsome man with rugged, yet sophisticated looks. He looks older than Sofia, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties.

"If I dream of you tonight..." Sofia presses the album against her, as if she's hugging him through the photo. "Promise you'll dream of me too, Ethan, wherever you are. I'll... I'll see you soon. When I finish school..."

Lifting her dress, she cups her sex. She wanted nothing more than for Ethan to save her from the monsters and the creatures that toys with her in the island. She looks up and stares at the door and hears nothing. Quietly, she hides the album. After sliding out of her night gown, she crawls underneath her covers.

"Ethan..." her voice trembles slightly. Her hands explores her body, moving around her lovely curves. She shivers when she imagines Ethan cradling her in his arms. She would give herself completely to him. Her soft fingers slide into her sex, Sofia lets out a muffled gasp. Even if Noel wasn't there, she didn't want to risk being heard. Her delicate fingers rub against her clit, but she wishes not her delicate hands touch her so intimately, she longs for Ethan's strong and rugged hands. "MMmmmph!" Sofia presses her face against a pillow, muffling her orgasmic scream. Panting heavily, she wraps her covers around her and closes her eyes, hoping she will dream of Ethan and Ethan will dream of her.

Moments pass and the moonlight pour from Sofia's window and floods her room with an eerie glow. The girl slumbers silently. Then, her glowing room begin to swirl, a foreboding darkness absorb or all light, leaving Sofia in darkness. Her bed transforms into a wicked rack, bounding the girl to it. Alas, the girl starts to wake. She found herself before suffocating darkness and when she tries to move, she found herself unable to.

"S-Sleep...paralysis.." Sofia thought to herself, remembering the chapter on sleep from psychology class. She struggles more, unable to move, she begins to panic.

(( Sofia doesn't like to be dirty. =/ She's actually a bit more reserved than most, a product of her upbringing. However, she has lapses in her mild personality being a teenage girl who longs dearly for a love she cannot see, hear or touch. That doesn't mean she likes to be dirty. *wags finger* You take that back! ))

Sofia opens and closes her eyes, hoping to snap herself back to wakefulness. But with each moment, the dreamlike darkness deepens, suffocating her with a heavy feeling of dread. Her gown, which she removed before slipping into bed, is once again on her body. It's silky fabric drape gracefully on her soft skin. "A dream," she thought noticing she still wears the dress she removed earlier, "J...Just a dream."

Her voice trembles, as if she's not sure if this is a dream or not. It sounds like she desperately tries to convince herself. Then, wicked tentacles shot from behind. Without hesitation or thought, they wrap themselves on the fabric of Sofia's delicate night gown. Like paper, her gown rips apart, its pieces float like feathers around her as they fall to the ground. Naked and bound, Sofia wanted to scream, but no sounds escape from her lips when she feels figure press up behind her.

His biting words rips through Sofia. She hangs her head, embarrassed at herself. She wanted to dream of Ethan making love to her. Just Ethan, no one else. Just Ethan, the one she fully convinced herself she loved. That doesn't make her a slut, does it? The very thought of her giving up herself to any man made her sick to her stomach.

Before Sofia can answer to defend herself, several tentacles began to molest her. The wicked limbs coiled and squeezed her sensitive breasts. Inundated with the sensation of unwanted pain and pleasure left her gasping. The vile tentacle that ran between her thighs, rubbing at her still wet womanhood sent shivers through her nubile body.

"N...No..." Sofia says meekly, "I don't...don't want to play." The sensations of the black demonic precum spreading through her skin deepens her humiliation. Her eyes widen when she views his form, the sharp fangs and the dreadful eyes made her pale with fear.

"N...No... leave me alone..."

(( :'( he's just playing he means nothing by it really! but ok ok! ))

Love is a many splended thing, for anyone but him. He found the aspiration and thoughts of that mush crud utterly disgusting. But still her wishing for it all to be a dream was denied. A pity really his little strawberry was miserably as his tentacles shreded her clothing leaving her bare and bond. He caressed the satin of her flesh and relished the sweetness of her desires.

Her scent like roses lulled to him. She cried out him to stop and that just brought a tongue to lap along the sweet opening of her sex. Tasting it and lapping up the delicious flavor of her bod. Tentacles pressed up into her body. Spreading her sweet hot little sex wide as he fed from her reluctance. Sweetness, desire and passion it was within her slender form and in her teary eyes. "I'm afraid that isn't possible."

His voice teased along her ear, "I'm afraid that's not something you have control over. But I'll give you a choice.. You do what I say.. And my cock won't take possession of your body. My tentacles already feel you. You feel so tight and wet upon them. But I want ... Something more and I bet, you can give me that. " What could a demon possibly want from a little victim.

His wants were simple, depravity, humiliation and the pleasure, submission and then the ultimate surrender of his victim. His little sweet berry girl is what he wanted for tonight. Her eyes wide with fear, pleasure and pain. It was so delicious to watch her eyes filled with humiliation. And that's when he dropped a whisper into her ear. "I wonder if your father would love to know what his little girl is dong. Don't you think so?"

Cruelty was what he was playing out to get what he wanted. Breaking his new little doll to his wills and wants. In time he fully intended to bring her to a state where she'd welcome riding his hard throbbing length. Welcome the hard press of his cock into her own body. "I can make myself look like your little ethan, or perhaps. I should tell him too. It's not hard for a demon to get around."