The door to the chemistry room opens to the right - and behind the arc of that door, in the corner of the room, is an enormous dark-skinned mass, like a chocolate mountain topped with a messy black mane. Manos sits there with the comfortable stillness of a waiting predator, feline eyes half-open and fixed upon the space the door would soon occupy. The four centauric arms that bear his weight shift lazily, and a knuckle cracks like a sawboard split in half. Boredom overtakes him.

A teacher - the name unimportant - had left a note out in the prowlgrounds. It had simply stated a student's name, a time, and a place, with a request for a surprise visitor.

Hardly one to turn down free prey, Manos had occupied the room in advance and now waited, blood simmering in the held-breath silence.

The bell had rung, chairs were scraping across the floor. Alynia was talking with a few friends as the teacher's voice suddenly rang out. "Ms. Evans. Please see me at my desk."

Alynia stopped and gulped slightly, her friends gave her apolegetic looks before turning to leave for their next classes. She approached the teacher's desk timidly. "Yes, Mr. Jackson?" she stated quietly.

The teacher gave her a stern glance. "Show me what is in your pocket." he demanded.

Alynia fidgeted before reaching into the breast pocket of the school uniform pulling of a single sheet of folded paper placing it on the teacher's desk. Mr. Jackson picked up the piece of paper unfolded it and his eyes scanned the paper quickly confirming that it had nothing to do with his class lecture. "Passing notes?" he inquired his raising eyebrows with interest.

"Yes, Mr. Jackson." she replied defeated.

"I expect more from you Ms. Evans. You're a beautiful young lady with a stellar grade point average. You should know better than to not be paying attention during my lesson." he stated watching for her reaction.

"I'm sorry." she answered obediently.

The teacher sighed as he scribbled down a few things on a postit note handing it to her. "This is where you will serve your detention. Instead of going to lunch I expect you to report directly to this room."

"I will be there, Mr. Jackson." she answered sullenly not too keen on missing a lunch period. She looked down on the sheet of paper and recognized the number as the room to one of the old chemistry rooms. "Wait, Mr . Jackson this room has been... Abandoned.." she tried to call out but her teacher had already left the room smirking to himself as he pictured the very girl he just talked to writhing in the clutches of a monster.

"It is, in fact, being refurbished, which requires a teacher's supervision in order to make sure that nothing goes wrong." Mr. Jackson replied, as he paused in the doorway. He turned back and raised an eyebrow at her. "Though I'm sure you would be more comfortable in the steel desks it was previously supplied with, the school is phasing those out."

A total lie, but it sounded believeable.

"Be there at the proper time, Ms. Alynia, or you will suffer the consequences." He warned, then let the door swing shut behind him.

~*~

Manos's head tilted as he heard the quiet sounds of footsteps outside the classroom he currently occupied. He tensed, muscles shifting forward and powerful shoulders lowering. Geared to pounce, a nine hundred pound beast of hunt-bred sinew and heavy bone scents the air and tastes - woman.

His attention is now drawn.

Alynia's steps echoed in the empty hallway. She was sure that no one had been here for the past 10 years. The hallway was dimly lit and eerie looking which made sense because it was only a floor above the basement. Alynia shuddered, she had heard terrible rumors about the basement in this school.

She walked foward looking from room to room searching for the number written on the post it slip. And finally there it was. She stood infront of room 169 and creaked open the door. It really looked like there was no one there, Alynia wondered why the windows were drawn. She looked around, the class room really did seem normal. Desks, chairs, a few lab tables. Alynia tilted her head with interest as she saw the giant mass in the corner but her mind couldn't comprehend what it was. Her confusion adding to the darkness just made her assume it was some kind of deformed anatomical model.

"Hello?" she called out nervously. "Mr Jackson?" her hands felt around for a light switch failing to locate one.

The hulking mass moved. Arms like compressed steel rings exploded outwards, and Manos unfolded from the corner in a single lunge that crossed the entire length of the room in one dark blur. The door crunched shut, the frame buckling, as the beast's left shoulder slammed into it. One huge hand spiked out and caught Alynia's wrist in between two thick fingers before she could touch the light switch. The other hand slapped flat against the wall to help halt the momentum before it smashed into Alniya.

Powder fell from overhead as the drywall cracked.

Only dimly visible in the dark classroom, an enormous shape leaning over the girl, dark skin lit in the darkness with a faint tang of sweat, Manos looks down at the girl with a bared-teeth smile that gleams like a crescent moon.

"Sweetling." Manos rumbled.

Alynia's eyes widened with fear as the large beast, monster, demon (oh she didn't know what it was!) loomed over her. The way he looked at her gave her second thoughts of what Mr. Jackson's consequences might have been, surely they couldn't be any worse than than being eaten alive, or horribly strangled, which is what of course the young but curvy girl though was going to happen to her.

"I'm s-sorry! I-i have to get going.. I don't think I'm in the right room..." she exclaimed trying to remain calm, her voice stuttered nontheless.

She was very very worried. It already seemed that it.. He didn't want her to be going anywhere. Alynia bit her lip looking up fearfully at the thing that held her wrist tightly. It was so much bigger than her. Alynia had no where to run, no where to go besides wherever this monster wanted to take her. Alynia didn't like how helpless she felt.

Oh how she wanted to turn on a light... Or rather she didn't. Alynia assumed if she had a more clear view of her attacker she might only be more stunned with fear. So in the end she was glad that it seemed this creature preferred the dark.

"No." Manos replies, his gravelly basso resonating in the tiny room, and his colossal hand closes around Alynia's arm. "Slow prey gets caught."

The shroud of hands stirs from his back, and folds around Manos's sides, blocking out any light from the room as it envelops Alynia completely in a cocoon of flesh, populated only by the whisper of sweat-soaked skin against skin and the phantom brushes of fingertips against her hair, shoulders, and sides. Overhead, the cat-eyes of Manos still gleam, the only source of light in the dim enclosure.

"You were slow." he hisses, with that horrible shark grin only barely visible in the twilight of his stare. A hand slips from the shroud and runs fingers through Alynia's hair before it takes hold and gently pulls her head back, exposing her neck.

A single finger from another hand reaches out and strokes along the quick-beating vein in Alynia's throat, then up over her voice box, tracing the precious flesh.

Alynia pulled hard trying to free her arm of the grasp, but it was tight and strong easily immobilizing her with a single of his many hands. "Let go!" she shrieked loudly but the teacher who sent her here already knew, no sounds could be heard from outside the room they occupied.

"Unhand me. You... You fiend!" she yelled trying to use her own hand to pry off his dark slick fingers. Alynia's speech always grew more formal as she grew more desperate, but her struggling did nothing to phase Manos. Her eyes grew wide with fear as his shroud moved to encase her. The girl was too petrified with fear to move, she was too frozen to scream. It was only after she was enclosed in the darkness she began to fight back.

The only problem was there was nothing to fight back. The invisible hands were beginning to touch her from all sides, but she could see nothing "Wait, no please!" she cried as a hand tangled itself roughly into her long black tresses forcing her head back. Her hands flew up immediately trying to remove the hand from her head with no avail. Still they flailed around uselessly trying to free herself. Honestly she was practically asking to be restrained.

"Please let me go! I have money. I have connections. I can get you anything you want! I beg of you not to hurt me!" she pleaded wincing as a hand traced along her throat. She bit her lip watching the sillouette of the dark hand carressing her, teasing her in the most horrible way possible. 'I'm gonna die.' she thought to herself but there was nothing she could do.

A pair of thick, callused hands seize Alynia's wrists and yank them behind her head, pinning them in place, as the finger at her throat presses abruptly down, choking off the flow of words. "It shall speak when permitted." Manos whispers, poisonous, like the creak of a hangman's rope, and he leans down until his summer-sweet breath, like fresh wine, blows hot over the girl's face.

There is a long pause, and then the beast's eyes grow canny with malicious amusement, and it releases the pressure on Alynia's throat.

"Anything." He croons, hateful, horrible. A finger presses against the back of Alynia's neck and runs down her spine, mockingly gentle. The same ghostlike touch repeats from the base of her ankle to the back of her thighs. "Anything?"

Manos takes a step forward until his broad, chocolate-skinned chest just barely brushes the schoolgirl's own, damping her clothing with the clinging coat of sweat that forms on his skin in any season but winter. He leans down and takes a deep inhale of the girl's scent, the tip of his nose brushing against her neck. A moment later, a satisfied purr ripples for just a second from his body.

She gasped as her hands were drawn up, only to let the air in her throat be stiffled as the digit applied preassure to her smooth neck. She breathed in the slightly aphrodisiac scent of his breath rather shocked that it was pleasing instead of putrid as most expected a monster to be. Alynia stared with dread at the beast's cold, heartless eyes her breaths becoming shorter by the second. It was obvious that this was a creature who was not afraid to hurt her. Her meek doe like eyes begged him to atleast permit her to breathe.

Alynia's wish was granted as it seemed Manos was giving her the permission to talk, she inhaled a deep breath of the sweet smelling in relief before returning to her state of panic. Alynia thought carefully about what she had said realizing that this wasn't looking so good for her. She winced as she felt the hands trance random lines upon her body.

She deeply regretted her words as she became slowly more aware about what the creature really wanted. Drawing in a few more breaths of air she was trying to will herself to calm down before actually responding. "Yes." She told him hoarsely. "Anything. As long as you let me go." The more she spoke the more firm her voice became. Though however confident her voice was, her body trembled like a leaf.

She knew she was not in a position to bargain, for heavens sake she was not in the position to do anything that could benefit her. It wasn't very difficult to see that she was trapped like a fox in a snare. Alynia's instinct told her to remain rigid and still even as the monster leaned closer and closer toward her. Her heart beat thumped loudly in her chest. It was so evident she was terrified beyond belief as he brushed briefly against her young form getting a share of her own feminine aroma. She flinched at the uncomfortable slippery feeling of his body, her mind was doing everything it could to try and push him away only to no avail.

Manos smiles slowly, and leans back away from Alynia - as the shroud scoots forward just a little bit, fingers sliding into the back of her school uniform, pressing against bare skin. The rough, padded fingertips stroke just inside of her sleeves, down the back of Alynia's neck, just under the rim of his blouse, all the places that the clothing parts. It's just a momentary brush against her bare skin before the shroud withdraws.

The beast hums in satisfaction, and the shroud tickles lightly at the hem of Alynia's blouse again, and the long, careful caress down the back of her legs repeats itself, tracing the length of the fine, exercise-molded muscle.

"Strip." Manos orders, lips curved in a cruel smile, as he leans down to rumble the words out near Alynix's throat, almost nuzzling against her neck. "Now. Naked."

And then a long, red tongue flicks out of Manos's mouth and drags, slow, across Alynix's neck - both a threat and an obscene gesture of tasting, as the wet muscle dragged over the pulse point in the girl's throat.

Alynia couldn't help but shiver as more hands reached out to touch her. Carressing her body in smooth soft motions, the hands were doing an excellent job of teasing her mind into an angry mess. She glared at him in disbelief as he ordered her to undress. What a horribly cruel command. Alynia knew that Manos was more than capable of undressing her himself but here he was asking her to humiliate herself by doing it for him.

"No." she responded with the steadiest voice she could muster. Alynia decided if he was going to get what he wanted anyway she would do everything she could so it wouldn't go how he wished. Still, the girl knew that it was rather stupid of her to defy someone so much stronger than her, but Alynia really didn't want he monster to have his way. Besides, her hands were still restrained by one of his hundreds of hands.

"Please, let leave." she demanded softly only to have her voice die away as his tounge ran over her throat. She but her lip working to restrain her terror. The creature's threat confirmed her thoughts about how foolish it was to disobey him. She winced turning her head away from the wet appendage.

Manos looses a gutteral chuckle at Alynia's denial, and releases the girl's hands. She stands free for but a moment. "Throw away that word." The monster murmurs, teeth flashing in the dim eye-light. "Before you choke on it."

And then the hands descend from every angle, an inexorable avalanche of fingers and palms and grip that mummifies the girl in a living coffin of flesh. Every inch of her body is pressed inward ever so gently, as if Manos is simply preparing to wad up a piece of paper, or crush a can in between his many palms. Even Alynia's head and face is covered by the onslaught, and she is smothered.

"Do what I ask." Manos says clearly in the sudden, sepulchral silence, the gleeful cruelty in his voice unmistakeable. He presses gently inward, once. "Or you will suffer."

A long pause, and then the hands part around Alynia's head, though she is still trapped, immobile, in the network of hands, and her eyes remain covered. As her breath whistles desperately and she scrabbles for air, Manos leans his dark-skinned forehead against hers, and just watches the wonderful range of expressions her half-covered face goes through.

Below, a hand slides smoothly beneath Alynia's skirt and into her panties, and cups her pussy in its palm.

She was in the process of letting out a scream while tripping backwards as she saw the shape of each hand reach out to trap her in the most terrible kind of encasing. She looked like a sick, disturbing parody of someone who had been mummified as they were still living. She struggled hard against the wet flesh pressing against her on all sides. Alynia shook with fear thinking of the horrible death that surely awaited her if she chose to continue to object him. With no other choice but to hold her breath, it was as of she walked straight into a horror movie.

Her mouth gasped for air graciously as the hands that veiled her face and head retreated. Though her oxygen flow was restricted, she could breath and that alone was a great relief. Still it put more emphasis on the delicate situation she was in. Alynia reluctantly understood her life was in the palms of this beast. She bit and wet her lip nervously, and as much as Alynia wanted to disobey him she already knew Manos was not afraid to kill her.

She couldn't see anything, only hear the monster's cold piercing words and feel the hands gripping at her form. "Please let me free, I will do what you say!" Alynia pleaded.

The feeling warm flesh rubbing against almost every centimeter of her delicate skin was dreadful. She hated it, but she was ready to do just about anything, including strip for the beast, to escape it. She could feel his presence leering close to her, but she had no free will to turn away.

Suddenly a hand reached under her already short skirt and glides right past her underwear. This caused her to panic. Her body struggled uselessly against her wrappings doing everything she could to evade the wandering fingers. "No!" she screeched her body twisting uselessly. "Don't! I've already told you I'll listen!"

But Alynia could do nothing to benefit herself as the monster enjoyed her suffering.

"Will you." Manos rumbles, as a long finger traces the edge of her lips. Amusement quakes in his chest, and the vibration is transmitted right through Alynia's body. "Will you?"

The shroud hands prise apart the girl's legs, the rough skin sliding against the tender flesh of her thighs. Manos looses another snort of hot air into Alynia's face and sinks - his tongue flicks out and traces over her throat again as he continues to descend, and tickles down her collarbone. The monster's head nuzzles there at the base of her neck, and nips the flesh there with his mouth.

"It doesn't matter." Manos states, the sublime entertainment in his voice clear, and his fingers begin to stroke against Alynia's pussy, rubbing over the pale lips with the obscene care of a courtesan, as his thumb rubs tiny, circular caresses against the sheathe of her clitoris. "I will have you."