Olivia hadn't been on Shokushu for long, but already she'd had her share of bizarre and somewhat traumatic experiences. Unable to classify whether or not they'd been entirely pleasant, or unpleasant, she could at least get straight in her head that there had been humiliation, shame and fear. There would have been moments in which she had been trapped and things had happened to her against her will and, barring one particular incident, her inability to escape from those particular events had been down to one thing, panic. A genius mind who had managed to work her way around every problem, or else power through with endurance and strength (in the case of her physiotherapy), the only thing she'd determined as having held her back, as having made her lose, was how easily she'd found herself succumbing to the fear... and also the other thing... her mind tried not to linger on the pleasures, delights and orgasms... oh so many orgasms.

To this end, in an effort to conquer any weakness, and become someone independent (something that was almost an obsession for this semi wheelchair bound girl), capable individual, who could take care of herself, she would stride to face her fears. The ability to think straight in whatever peril she found herself in, would guarantee her safety from any further incidents or, at the very least, would allow her to actually fight back. Having heard about of a particular place that was apparently 'creepier' than most, Olivia would come here prepared. She wasn't planning to bring down any of the strange beasts that occupied this bizarre island, and if possible, she'd hope to not even encounter one. The idea was to go in, gather what intel she needed to confirm either a presence here, or not, and get out. Had she brought a weapon or two with her? Yes, but she was determined not to use them, convinced that a quick wit and keen intellect, kept cool under any circumstances, would be all the weapon she needed to avoid any... any... erm.... loss of dignity on her behalf.

A taser carefully concealed in one pocket, and a small flying drone that she could control from her chair, she could use the later to scout ahead with its onboard camera. Having made modifications to her motorised wheelchair, she'd have made it so that the contraption could respond more swiftly, and silently to her commands, as well as fitting a crafty little net launcher underneath the seat of her chair, ready to fire out, between her legs and into the air in front of her with but a touch of a button. Dressed as conservatively as the school uniform code would allow her, a stark contrast to the exact opposite she'd found at previous schools, during her more rebellious, confrontational years, she'd come to this place at night and, hoping there were no Prefects around (probably the least of her worries), taking a deep breath to prepare herself, she would drive her wheelchair forward and enter this old, seemingly abandoned part of the school, determined to explore deep until her nerves gave way.

263 hadn't yet had the chance to introduce itself to Olivia yet. While it enjoyed the shocked and panicked screams of first timers, and often had the opportunity to break in a few new virgins here and there, a girl like Olivia was bound to draw more prominent attention. Tangling with the island's more aggressive guests just to get first dibs on girls didn't particularly appeal to the instinctively cautious creature. However, that wasn't to say that she'd escaped its notice. Even on this island full of beautiful girls, she was in the top league - voluptuous, sensuous, with a scream that made its nerves tingle. It had watched her from the shadows, listened to her speak and laugh and cry out. It had watched her be ravaged from afar. And most importantly, it had seen inside her mind, to the thoughts she tried not to think about.

The memories of her past rapes still haunted her. She was obsessed with them, no matter how much she tried to move past them. 263 found a strange kind of delight in spying in on them whenever the girl relived them, intentionally or otherwise. There were so many feelings there: lust, shame, fear, excitement - all those wonderful emotions that it had once never known, but now couldn't imagine going without. How magnificent she was when she was raped - as eager as reluctant, as submissive as defiant. Of all the girls it might take, Olivia was high on 263's list to try, if given the chance.

But chance proved to have little to do with it. Olivia practically delivered herself to it that night, venturing out towards an abandoned part of the school. 263 always had a few bodies posted around that area. Given its derelict nature, few students ventured there, and so few guest did either. Those girls who did venture too close, NICE allowed 263 to keep for several days, as a means of deterring other students from investigating. It would be the perfect place to get to know Olivia for itself. And so, as the 263 body that had been watching her slithered its tentacles in to ravage one of the girl's dorm mates, those near the ruins watched her approach, hiding in the shadows and plotting a strike.

Oblivious to the attention that she had drawn, Olivia continues to venture onward into the darker recesses of this old, abandoned school building. The lights were out and, as she switched to night vision, her world turning into a crackling vision of green and black, she would find herself acutely aware of her own, heavy, nervous breath. She would make sure to check out every corner with her scout drone before turning them but, nonetheless, she would be unable to stop herself from feeling that feverish anxiousness knotting in her stomach as her heartbeat continued to raced. It was quiet, save for the soft, high pitch hum of her drone and the lower pitch whirl of her motorised chair as it rolled through the building. Silent, dark, slightly dusty, she couldn't help but feel like a child again, wandering her parent's enormous home alone at night, jumping at every little creak, shying away from every shadowy shape that would have been something benign and nonthreatening during the day time.

She turned another corner, finding another corridor. There'd been stairs going up as well as stairs heading down almost as soon as she'd gotten into the building. However, a working elevator was yet to be found and, assuming she couldn't find anything that'd allow her to traverse the other levels of this structure, her investigation would have to cover only this floor and this floor alone. Attention split, trying to consider how much of the building she wanted to search, whether or not she should proceed downstairs on foot, what she might find in here and, of course, fearfully imagining what might happen to her if there was something here, and what would happen if she couldn't get away from it, Olivia hadn't really thought about how far into the building she had gone. It was hardly a small structure and, with the passageways twisting and turning, weaving this way and that, it would be conceivable that a person might even get lost in here.

"Oh!"

She'd find herself giving a little, startled jolt as she continued onward. On her right, as she moved through the corridor, she'd suddenly find herself discovering a set of stairs going down and, as she happened to spot it, glancing around, she couldn't help but perceive it briefly, as some sort of dark, abyssal chasm. She shakes her head. How very silly, she was literally jumping at shadows now. Having stopped momentarily, she glances down the stairway again. She must have missed it when she'd sent the drone through here. Narrow, and steep, with no handrail, there was no way she could make it down there, even if she got out of her wheelchair and walked. Putting her hand to her chest for a second, as if trying to calm the beating heart within, Olivia would take a deep breath. There's nothing there, everything's fine. She took to her chair's controls once more. Let's just get to the end of this corridor, and then we'll go home. Pushing onward, Olivia wouldn't have far to go. One more corner and she'd find herself at a dead end. A sigh of relief. Okay, now to just turn around, and head back the way she came...

The entire time Olivia explored the ruins, 263's eyes watched her from the shadows. The young woman was impressive, in her own right. Feeble and traumatized as she was, she used all the strength she had to charge into probable danger. Raktar were pensive and cautious by nature, and would not make such a venture. However, 263 had come to appreciate the boons of boldness in its evolution, and it could respect the girl's audacity. Not that it changed anything, of course. It had its designs set on Olivia, and it would have her soon enough.

But how to do it? The girl was crippled in more ways that one, and a mere human besides. If it wished, 263 could grab her and penetrate her any time it wished. In its earlier days, it might have done just that, driven by nothing but base instinct to fill her holes and make her scream. But now... now was different. 263 had grown, and its tastes and appreciations had grown with it. It desired not just to ravage her, but to play with her, to haunt her, to make her feel that impending dread and fear that would make finally raping her so much sweeter. And Olivia was doing a fantastic job of that already. Though she ventured boldly into the dark, 263 could feel the fear and anxiety that spiked with every shadowed corner and black pit she passed. All it needed to do was to send those sensations into overdrive. As Olivia glanced down a precarious stairway, 263 had the inspiration it had been looking for.

Slowly, its tentacles followed her down the hallway, creeping ever closer. They moved silently, floating through the air, less than a foot from grabbing her. As she came to a halt, the poised, as if ready to strike. But instead, they waited. 263 had learned that, though not as developed because of their sight, humans still had a kind of intuition about such dangers lurking just behind them.

When Olivia turned, the tentacles would be gone, pressed up against the walls and blending in such as to be rendered invisible. However, those weren't the tentacles she'd have to worry about. As she began rolling her chair back the way she'd came, the floor would suddenly give out underneath her, collapsing into a steep slope that sent her careening down several floors, before finally and abruptly reaching the the stone floor below.

Was... something watching her? As she came to the end of the hallway, she would come to a halt, pausing for a moment or two. She couldn't hear anything, or see anything, yet she would feel... something. Age old, primordial instincts would hold her frozen in place, a forced stillness designed to hide one from predators, a quiet, shallowness of breath, as her own body refused to take any deep breaths for fear of the noise it would make. Her heart however, pounded louder than any other sound she could hear. Please, just let it be her imagination.

Not daring to move her head, she would slowly start to turn her eyes to the side before realising the futility. Of course, she could still move her pale, hazy eyes, but it would hardly do anything to move the cameras on her mask, nor adjust the angle of their pictures on which this blinded girl relied to have sight. Was there really something there? If there was, why hadn't it attacked yet? Once more she found herself thinking back to her childhood, to wandering through that big, old house. The mind had played all kinds of tricks back then, too.

Higher brain functions fought to regain some control, and she would slowly begin to turn her head before a sudden, brave plunge had her slamming the controls of her wheelchair, twirling and spinning around as quickly as she could move. When she turned, she couldn't help but gasp as every muscle in her body tensed up. Pressing hard against the back of her chair, she cringed away from the empty space and, scrunching up her eyes, she would feel her whole body harden in anticipation of... something. Of course, it wouldn't take very long for her to register that there was nothing there, or that there was nothing suddenly lunging towards her. The fact that she was still able to see, night vision showing her an empty corridor undoubtedly helped. It wasn't just that she could see in the dark. Having her mask shut off its display when she closed her eyes was an upgrade she'd been considering. Not only would she be able to chose not to see certain things, but it would also help simulate the sensation of blinking. However, time had not lent her that way and, frankly the exact logistics were a little tricky. She would have to install new sensors, type up new coding and, all in all, it'd never struck her as being all that an important feature.

Finally, a sigh of relief. Tension escaped as muscles relaxed. Her rapidly racing heartbeat finally began to settle, though her breathe would find itself gasping in and out for a moment or two as her lungs desperately fought to make up for lost time. There was nothing there. Of course there wasn't. She'd been in here for a while now and if there really had been something here, she would have noticed some sign of it by now. Her thoughts would have finally turned to the foolishness of all of her actions tonight by the time she begun to move again. What had she been thinking? Had she really needed to take such a risk, coming here, just to prove a point to herself? A gentle smile would have actually come to her face, as if she was finally relieved of something that'd been troubling her for some time now. In fact, as she tilted the joystick controls of her wheelchair forward, she seemed to be almost calm and at peace just before the floor unexpectedly gave way, satisfied even.

"AAAAHH!"

Naturally, she'd cry aloud. Suddenly plummeting down, wheels of her chair spinning rapidly, it wouldn't take long before an uncontrolled rolling descent became an uncontrolled tumbling one. For the first second or two, she'd actually succeed in grabbing the sides of her chair and in retaining some level of balance. However, the contraption would soon slide into a sideways skid as the wheel on one side seized up, and from there it wouldn't take long for Olivia, and the entire mechanical mess, to topple over, crashing and cartwheeling down the slope that'd formed. Machinery clattered and bounced, finally coming to a stop as it slammed against floor and then wall. It had clearly taken a beating. However, Olivia by some miracle, would manage to find herself relatively unscathed. She'd landed on the same hard floor, slapping against the concrete with a harsh 'oomph' and a pained groan. But, in the end though, being much lighter, and having managed to find herself thrown clear of the heavier machinery, she'd actually end her tumbling fall with little more than a few bruises.

"Oouurhh..."

She moaned a little bit as she took a moment or two to recover. It'd been shocking more than anything else. Obviously, she hadn't expected the floor to give way like that, but it wouldn't take too long for her to process what had just happened.

"Oh..."

Not as entirely innocent as she'd once been, some more appropriate expletives for the situations would arise briefly in her head. "Fuck", "Shit", it wasn't as if she didn't know the words. However, whilst Olivia had grown wilder of late (in comparison to herself, not to others), some part of her would still be that proper, British, well-to-do Lady from a distinguished finishing school. As such, the next set of words from her luscious, dark chocolate lips, dripping with fine elocution, would be...

"...Blast it all. Can't a person make a half-way decent building these days?"

She blinked a few time then reached up to feel her face. Drat, her mask must've slipped off during the fall. Climbing up onto all fours, she'd start to search around in the dark. It couldn't have gotten far. In fact, unbeknown to Olivia the device in question would be nearby. Though it'd turned itself off, the seeing apparatus would be relatively undamaged. Furthermore, it'd be relatively close and, where it not inactive, she might have even found herself receiving images from it still. Search, search, she patted at the ground with her hands. As far as she was concerned, the floor had just given way because of time and building dereliction. The thought that something else had caused it wouldn't have yet occurred to her and, in the end, provided there comes no intervention, Olivia would not be long in finding her mask, putting it back on, flicking its switch and, inspecting the damage, resign herself to a long journey, on foot, to find her way out. One of the wheels on her chair was hanging onto the rest of the frame at an unnatural angle, and the entire assembly was on its side with chunks of concrete on top. Clearly, she was going to have to walk.

Though Olivia never saw 263 creeping up behind her, 263 saw her as she wheeled around. His eye was just as unblinking as hers' as he watched her from above. It could practically feel her body tensing from the dread that washed over her. That sensation was delicious. In a weird way, it reminded it of a girl orgasming in his grip, her nerves on fire and her senses heightened to excess. It couldn't help but imagine Olivia in that situation, her voluptuous breasts shaking and heaving with unwanted pleasure as her body was forced over the edge. Nor could it help but enjoy the scream she made as she went tumbling down the ramp. The girl possessed a truly beautiful screaming voice.

In truth, the grace of Olivia's fault was as much design as luck. 263's powerful tentacles supported the crumbling cement from below, making sure her fall was more long than fast. Still, it was pleased with the results. He could see her chair off to the side, damaged beyond use by its tumble. The girl was much less damaged, but the spill had dislodged her mask. Without it, 263 knew, she was as blind as it was without its eyestalks. The mask hadn't tumbled far, and it wasn't long before Olivia retrieved it...

Or at least, she would have, if 263 didn't have other plans for her. As soon as the mask came to a rest, one of the beast's tentacles reached out, and quietly plucked away her mask. In its place, one of its tentacles quietly slithered out, lying still and waiting for her hand to brush across it. When she touched it, it would be thick under her touch, but softer than a tree root or a rock. And it would pulse softly at her touch. If she recoiled her hand, it would skitter away from her before she could get another feel of it, leaving the ground bare.

Only once it had set up its trap did another idea cross 263's mind. Part of its mass crept quietly to the floor and detached from the rest of its body, though it remained connected through its own psychic network. Quietly, the piece morphed to take the form of her mask. It would feel the same, weigh the same, fit her face the same. And though she wouldn't see it, as soon as she turned it on, orange, slitted eyes would open on the mask's eye sockets. What the eyes saw, 263 would send straight into Olivia's visual cortex, perfectly simulating the functions of her mask, allowing her to retain her sight just as she expected. Then, it watched, continuing to stalk her as it began its game in earnest.

Delicate fingers would carefully feel across coarse, gritty concrete. There was dust as well as pebble sized chunks of debris and, as she scanned the area with her hand, she would feel the 'sand' as she shifted it. A little scratched maybe, but otherwise fine, Olivia would nonetheless flinch as she felt a tiny chunk of something ping and bounce off the top of her outstretched hand. Even without her sight, Olivia could smell the dryness in the air as the up heaved clouds, thrown into the air by her recent tumble, finally began to settle. For the most part, she would assume it was safe to move. A sort of crackle and hiss would reach her ears as she started to crawl, more powdered rubble cascading from some distant point. Chances were, she was already down on the bottom most level, and if anything were about to fall and crush her, then her movement down here was hardly likely to hasten such an event. Furthermore, if she was in danger here, it would make sense to move quick, grabbing her stuff and getting out of here.

Reaching in the dark, her hand would finally fall upon... something. Soft and pliable, she would once more feel herself freeze up as she touched 'it'. Whatever this thing was, it was warm, and as her palm rested upon it, she would feel that heat radiating from it, the warmth from her skin passing to it as much as it passed to her. Was it... alive? There was something fleshy about its texture. Oh God, had she just grabbed a rat or something? That sensation of freaked out grossness found its way to her stomach and slowly began to rise. It didn't feel furry...

"Ahh!"

Recoiling in a sort of horror, finally snapping out of her paralysis and snatching her hand away, Olivia couldn't help but give out a startled yelp as she felt the thing pulsate. Slow, knotted rise in her stomach turned to a sudden jolt, and as she took a second or two afterwards to try and catch her breath, she would feel it descend back down to become a sick, swirling nauseousness.

"Oh God, Oh God..."

Instinctively scrunching up her eyes, despite her blindness, Olivia would eventually force herself to reach back towards the thing. Suffice to say, she'd find herself feeling a might bit squeamish, though she wouldn't be able to say whether or not she felt better or worse when she found the... thing... the... whatever it was, gone. A gentle pat around the place where she'd felt the thing, and it wouldn't appear to be anywhere nearby to where it'd been. In the end, she would just have to not think about it and continue her search.

Further searching and wandering around this space, crawling across the floor, Olivia would finally breathe a sigh of relief when her sight came back. Displaying an image to her, the young heiress would reason that her movements had brought her back in range of the wireless signal and, whilst she would at first have to use the vantage view point of the mask as it lay on the floor, watching herself as she stumbled towards it, then enduring the shaking, disorientation as she picked it up, the entire camera view rising and fumbling as she stood up, this visual guidance would nonetheless prove to be her salvation (or so she thought), allowing her to retrieve the device and place it back on her head before finding her feet again.

"Tch."

It would appear that the night vision had gone offline, and no fiddling with the controls on the side would apparently change that. The area was dark, but something had lit up the area. Turning around, it wouldn't take long for Olivia to find the source and, just as she caught sight of it, she would manage to see as its light dimmed, providing only the dullest of illumination before going out.

"Wait."

She lunged forward and managed to get her hands on it, just as everything went pitch black again. Fortunately, the solution was simple and, as she pressed the button on the bottom of her phone, the screen would light up and once more she'd find herself bathed in its light.

"Drat."

The screen was cracked. Though, in the end, it was a miracle the entire thing wasn't smashed to pieces. No signal, not that one could connect any calls to anywhere besides outside the island, or to any web service besides the campus's intranet. The controls for the little drone had been on her phone, a handy little app that she'd coupled together. Tapping the screen, she'd manage to get to the menu, further investigation revealed that her drone was either smashed or stuck, either way it was no longer of any use.

Squinting, lifting her head and directing the light, Olivia gazed upwards. Damn, that was quite a way up. She'd obviously fallen quite a distance. Glancing over herself, she would note the nasty, messy greyness as dust covered her body and clothes, only slightly clearer here and there where grubby moistness had mixed with the muck, sweat and the like... Reaching down, she would at least brush off her legs. The grit and pointy debris had been less than comfortable when she'd been crawling around and, to say the least, her knees had already begun to feel a bit sore and scrapped, the thigh high tights of the school uniform providing little protection.

She shook slightly, slowly walking over to one of the intact walls, wobbling on her feet before she reached the slab and had herself a good lean. Though uninjured, she was usually in that wheelchair for a reason. Walking was tiring even at the best of times, and the recent shock hardly helped. Adrenaline was finally beginning to wear off, and her legs would feel about as capable of supporting her weight as a couple of long, cardboard tubes. For a moment or two, she would take take the time to catch her breath, to steady herself enough to move. Clearly, she needed to get out of here, but the journey was going to be tough. She could already feel some measure of dread. Corridors she could manage fine, but if her search thus far had revealed anything, it was that there wasn't any lift (elevator) in this building that could take her anywhere. The stairs were going to be torture. She already imagined how she would have to drag herself up them. A normal, everyday person's walk up any set of steps was not a possibility. Without a doubt, Olivia was going to be exhausted beyond measure by the time she finally got out of here and, by then, it was probably going to be daylight.

Despair, hopelessness, these feelings flashed across her mind for a moment or two, and the urge to break down and sob, for her current predicament, would press upon her however briefly. In the end though, Olivia was British and, more than that, she was a Lady, an adamant one with will of steel. Hardship may come to one, but when that time comes, you buckle down, you push forward, you Carry On. Her phone would dim once more, and it was clear she needed something better to see by. A quick examination would have revealed her chair to be a write off, but with a bit of shifting and pushing of rubble, she could just about get to the pack on the back. Her current uniform had no pockets, so she'd have to grab her purse. If she was to make this journey, she should probably carry as little as possible. A bottle of water, a torch (flashlight) and, though she'd take a moment or two to consider whether or not to take it, the make shift taser she'd brought with her, along with her phone that she'd found, Olivia would have everything she was going to bring with her. Everything going into her little side bag, save for the torch she would hold in hand, Olivia would slowly make her way to the door, knees still wobbling slightly as she stumbled, but determination preventing them from giving way.

The door wasn't locked, but there would be some rubble piled against it. She would have to work a little bit, grabbing chunks of concrete and pushing, sliding them away, but eventually she'd be able to open the door just enough to squeeze through. It was a tight fit, but Olivia wasn't exactly bulky and, turning sideways, with a grunt of effort, she'd manage to shuffle on out. Beyond there would be a corridor, and in the long, stretched light of her torch, the passageway would seemingly stretch out into a black, abyssal forever. She would take a breath, think for a second. There'd been a staircase on her right, it'd gone down, though probably not all the way down to this bottom most level. Some part of her regretted now not memorising the entire blueprint and layout of the building. However, if there'd been stairs there on the ground floor, it was possible she'd find some in the same spot down here on the lower level. As such, she should begin by going left, exploring as she went.

263 continued to watch from just out of sight, observing the girl's actions as well as her emotions. More of its tentacles had begun to amass in the building's nooks and crannies, and even began to creep down the walls from above. Had Olivia given in to her temptation to break down, they would have rushed in and raped her on the spot. A girl with no will to struggle served no purpose to 263 other than to fuck. But Olivia's conviction and resilience was quite another story.

The creature allowed Olivia to leave the room unmolested, and begin her trek towards the exit. The corridors were dark, even with the light from her torch, as if the shadows refused to be vanquished by a measly light bulb. Despite its evident abandonment, small sounds occasionally echoed down the halls - falling pebbles and rustling wind, the sounds of pipes and walls contracting in the cool night air. Frequently, she came upon the skeletons of the building's past life - abandoned lockers, splotches of painted wall not yet crumbled, class rooms with their doors missing or lying just inside the frame. There were even desks still around, though most were askew, upended, or broken. Some even lay around the hall. This building had clearly been abandoned, but in some ways, it looked like it had been abandoned very quickly.

Before long, Olivia would find the staircase she was looking for. As she suspected, it was in disrepair. By the look of it, she was probably about four levels down. The stairs up to the next level were intact, but everything beyond that was missing or crumbling. Chunks of concrete had even fallen down this far, making the stairs that did remain somewhat treacherous.

An abandoned locker squeaks slightly on its hinges as Olivia carefully closes its door once more. Nothing. Blast, was there anything down here she could use? Old locker rooms, dusty classrooms, it didn't seem likely that there'd be anything. Idly flipping open any unlocked cabinet as she went, glancing inside and closing them again, she wouldn't really be holding onto any hopes of finding anything. Matches, maybe some more batteries, either would be nice but... why hell, if she was asking, she might as well hope to find herself a radio. Empty rooms and dark shadows, she'd go ahead and at least flash her light into those places that weren't locked. It was curious really, that is to say, it struck her as a little strange. Why would someone have rooms like these all the way down on the basement levels? Classrooms, staff rooms, as she carried on, given where she was, she would have expected things more along the lines of a boiler room, or a supply closet. She definately would've found the later useful, assuming there was something still inside, but instead....

She continued on down the corridor, finding nothing more than the skeletal remains of some apparently sub-terrestrial campus. Even leaning against the wall, she would begin to feel the weakness in her legs, but if she was to get through this, it was obvious she was going to have to push herself. Eventually, up ahead, Olivia would sight a new, deep shadow, indicating a new passageway. However, just a few meters shy of where Olivia would eventually find the stairs going up a floor, and on the opposite side of the corridor at that, it was safe to say this wasn't the way out she was looking for.

"I don't believe it..."

Stretching on, far beyond the distance Olivia's torch could illuminate, there'd be another set of stairs, this time leading down to an apparently deeper level. She'd spoken quietly and calmly to herself, but she really had been surprised by this. Exactly how far down did this building go, and who would need to build such a large, multi-level building like this? Moving the torch light up and around, she would examine the passageway's frame and see that these stairs had originally been blocked by a door of some description, evidently torn open from the inside. Up until this point she'd all but forgotten about the rumours about there being something dark and terrible here in this building, but this new sight would give her cause to turn her thoughts to them once more.

"Well, if there was something down here, it hasn't come after me yet..."

She spoke to herself, in true ignorance of the creature that was stalking her, even now. Moving down the corridor even further, she would finally find the stairs leading up. However, before properly examining the way, merely acknowledging that she had indeed found some steps leading in the direction she desired, Olivia would go ahead and take a rest.

"At least there's still water."

Having ducked into one of the rooms to one side, Olivia would have ventured into what appeared to be an old locker room. Settling briefly on a bench and scooching her way along deeper into the room, she'd have gotten herself to a sink and, after grimacing at the sight of dirty, brown water, which was all that'd come out at first, she'd eventually be rewarded by the sight of something a little cleaner and clearer looking. At this point she would briefly take off the mask and turn off her light. Though the physical challenge of climbing out of this place would have weighed heavily on her mind at first, she would now finally find herself considering the other obstacles facing her and, though it'd been fully charged when she left, she was having to think now of both the level of power remaining in her mask and in her torch. If she wasn't exploring, it would be best to turn things off and save power.

Olivia would go ahead and rinse herself off and, as she clumsily cupped the water in her hands, she would be grateful for the coolness of it all. Sweat had begun to turn the grey dust and grime on her body brown and, with her body's cripple condition, it'd be more than simple exhaustion that'd be challenging the young heiress. Pain, like slowly pulling a muscle would have tortured her from the very start and, between that and the effort required to walk and move about, it was safe to say she was beginning to feel a little hot, breathing already heavy. Her skin was becoming flushed, and even though it was cold down here, she would find herself wishing for a fan of some description.

Clear water flowed off her skin, quickly restoring her to a clean, or at least cleaner, state. Though it stung a little as it poured across the occasional scrape and cut, Olivia would hardly find herself overcome by discomfort and, in the end, she would find herself treating her wounds to just a bit more, the hope being to keep them clean. Her top, that prestigious white, school uniform, would naturally find itself wet, though she would try to avoid it and, were she concerned about another soul coming down here and seeing her, she might have even been concerned by the increase visibility granted to her bra underneath, a lovely, lacy, green silk number. In the end though Olivia would not give any serious consideration to the possibility of there being another person, or even thing, down here and, as she calmly unscrewed the top of her water bottle to take a drink, her thoughts would only be on her escape, and what measures she might have to take to getting out.

A minute or two passed and, assuming Olivia was left un-assaulted and undisturbed, in that time, it wouldn't be long before she was picking up her mask and torch again and setting off. Back to the corridor she'd go and to the stairs she would venture. Naturally, a proper examination of the stairway would show Olivia a new problem to solve, a new difficulty to overcome, and once more she'd find herself briefly assailed by doubt and despair. From what she could tell, she'd only be able to get herself roughly one floor up, and even that would be precarious. Still, she couldn't stay down here forever and so, checking her phone first to see if she'd gotten any signal yet (no luck) she would begin to climb...

As Olivia explored the ruins of whatever this place was, 263's appendages followed her silently, just out of sight. If she had any notion that they might be there, it would likely terrify her how easily the monster could have reached down and plucked her into its clutches at any time. But 263 refrained, stalking her and taking its time to admire her beauty and her tenacity. The former would be a delight to defile, and the latter would be just as satisfying to break.

While she explored, the telepathic monster sampled her thoughts. It had never given much consideration to what this place was, or had ever been, simply using it as a convenient haunt. The girl's curiosity did raise 263's own, though it didn't spend much energy on the question. It didn't know, and if anyone on this island did know, they weren't likely to share those secrets with a lowly raktar. Still, if it thought about it, something about these trappings filled it with... a kind of exceptional lust for unhinged rape and ravaging.

By the time Olivia stopped in the locker room, these feelings were coursing through 263's mind. And while other bodies were off venting these feelings on other girls, the more localized portion of its consciousness was focused on doing the same with her. The locker room provided ample shadows and cover for 263 to snake around in, drawing closer. Yet, its tentacles still held back. Barely. As Olivia removed her mask, it ceased the signal to her mind, leaving her as blind as she expected to be. And in her blindness, 263 encircled her. Its tentacles moved all around her, silently hovering behind and around her like levitated spears, ready to strike and haul her down, to strip and fuck her, make her scream and cry and cum as it ravaged her nubile body on the filthy floor. But they refrained.

Only the eye grew closer. Perched at the end of a thinner tendril, the eye glowed orange, unblinking. It hung silently just in front of her, where any sighted person wouldn't be able to miss it. From there, the creature watched Olivia as she tended to herself, washing her wounds and bathing her face. The droplets of water traced the curves of Olivia's face, chin, and neck, leaving trails of moisture behind. They reminded 263 of the beads of sweat that covered a girl's skin when she was brutally fucked. The water soaked her top, revealing her bra and the lovely mounds that filled it out. Their prominent curve filled 263's vision, and it longed for nothing so much as to seize them and squeeze them as it filled her from behind. Lust raged within the monster, wild and primal. The evolutionary history of its species compelled it to take the girl and make her cry out.

And yet, once more it held back. When the girl returned the mask to her face, her vision returned, and the monster was nowhere to be seen, nor was any hint that it had been there before. The only sign of its passing was that as she left, a locker closed gently behind her, making a quiet but audible clang.

The creature would let her go unmolested to the stairs. But as she climbed, it would begin to escalate its designs for her. As she neared the top of the stairs, her vision would flash. It would be sudden, as if the video feed from the mask had suddenly just changed to a different image. Instead of the stairwell, she suddenly seemed to be outside, in the midday sun. There were trees around her, and right before her, was a large figure, seemingly half-man and half-tree himself. Birch. His eyes bored into her as he leaned towards her.

The image lasted only a second, maybe less, and then was gone, replaced by the stairway she knew she was in.

The metal of the partially rusted handrail felt cold in Olivia's slightly moistened grip. Her legs shook as she climbed and, as she maintained a white knuckle grip on the rail, she'd huff and puff deeply as she took it slow, one step at a time. Determination had her continuing despite fatigue and strain, though once or twice she would come to a brief stop, kneeling upon the bare concrete stairs. Switching her torch off when she paused, she'd nonetheless take great care to examine her path as she proceeded. On more than one occasion, she would feel the metal support to one side yield, wobbling with a certain refusal to take any weight, making her heart jolt when it caught her by surprise. At those times she would have to do what she could without. Standing aside from the unstable half of the stairway, switching the torch from one hand to the other, Olivia slapped the concrete wall as she half lunged, half fell to one side before leaning heavily upon the wall as she continued to haul herself up, stumbling, lurching, nearly crawling.

As she wobbled and swayed, it was safe to say she was less than thrilled about the current circumstances. Her dark, ruby lips were pouted and blustered, her long, waist length hair was messily dishevelled, and were it not for the smooth, operatic looking half mask covering her face and, an outside observer would have certainly seen a foul, enraged, mayhaps even bloodshot look in her eyes as she gazed up the stair way. Fortunately she'd manage to make her way to the flat, platform half way point in good time and, having done so, she would reward herself with a brief sitting break. Perching herself at the edge of the steps, she could feel her thin, white shirt sticking to her hazelnut skin and, as she turned her mask and torch off, she would go ahead and pinch the fabric, shaking and fanning the heat and moist sweat away from herself.

"Phew. Well, I can at least take a break from my physiotherapy for a few weeks after this."

She chuckled to herself, trying to lighten her own mood. Taking another sip of water, and having rested enough to regain some amount of strength, Olivia would soon be up and on the move again. Pulling herself up with the handrail before following the 180 turn on this path, heading up the next set of stairs now, perhaps going a little slower and being more conservative this time, it wouldn't be long before something strange happened.

"Woah."

Shock, surprise and perhaps a twinge of fear would immediately prevail over the more aggressive expressions that had adorned her face, wiping them clean away. Needless to say, the sudden, briefly lived flash of images would stop the young lady in her tracks, holding her in place until they passed and, if it wasn't obvious already, it would become clear to Olivia that something was amiss. She could clearly see herself outside, yet her other senses, included that of 'common', still informed her she was midway up and old, abandoned, underground stairwell. There was Birch, he was coming towards her and then... she was back in the building.

In the end, it only lasted for a seconds or so, but for Olivia it would seem far longer. Her perception of the experience would be just a little too long, with just one millisecond more than she could ignore, just one moment longer she could endure without beginning to react, to treat as something more tangible and long lasting. She had no idea it was only a brief glitch, and that was the scary part. It'd lasted just long enough for her to think maybe something more sinister and horrifying was beginning, that it wasn't just about to suddenly go away as it both fortunately and unexpectedly would. As it happened, the realism of the sudden images, as Birch had approached had had her leaning away and, just before the picture returned to normal, Olivia would have been moments away from an accident, one foot slowly sliding back as she unconsciously reacted to the pressing need to escape.

Her hand gripped the handrail tightly again as she just managed to catch herself. What was that? Her mind raced and ran through the possibilities. Had it been some sort of storage glitch? Her knowledge of her own invention told her that would be difficult. The short term buffer on her mask would regularly clear any stored data and there was no way any images like that would have lasted this long. Yes, clearly, her mask had taken some sort of damage. The night vision setting was offline, so it was possible that some of the basic feedback functions had been affected, but there was no reason she should have seen... Then again, all the video she'd recorded of that instance had mysteriously vanished from her hard drive when she went back to review at a later time. Perhaps if someone had uploaded that data file back into long term storage... but then it would have been "taped over" the next time she recorded...

Naturally, the more logical, mechanical, computer centred thoughts would flash through Olivia's synapses first, a mental review looking over lines of codes, updates, possible software glitches. However, at the back of her mind, something more basic would get to work and, given time, such thoughts would creep there way forward. How she'd just seen what she'd just seen would fade slightly, and her thoughts regarding what she'd just seen would emerge. That had been Birch though. A few weeks might have passed, but the image she'd just seen had been... Thoughts would soon be joined by recollections in this ongoing act of betrayal and, as she stood there, she couldn't help but feel a slight tingle from her behind, from her ass.

Damn it all. She found herself clenching the offending orifice. Now was not the time for that. It didn't help that it wasn't just her mind, but apparently her body as well that was trying to remember the experience. She needed to continue pressing on and get out of here. Clearly her seeing device was somehow damaged, but repairing it would have to wait until she got out of here. Above all else, escape had to be her priority. She couldn't afford to be distracted and, if more strange images like that showed up, she would just have to ignore them. Although a little shaken by the experience, Olivia would redouble her grip on the handrail and, continuing onward and upward to the next floor, she would finish her climb and hopefully rest.

From the alcoves above, 263 watched patiently as Olivia mounted the stairs, slowly but steadily inching her way up. Her determination was once again affirmed in 263's mind, but it was hard to ignore just how vulnerable her condition made her. 263 had taken girls ten times faster and healthier in less time than this. It had chased girls up stairs just like these a dozen times, just to catch them at the top. And yet, it showed an uncharacteristic level of restraint with this one that even it had to admit was ironic. In a way, it might have been her frailness that made patience so easy. The poor girl had no chance of escape, no matter how much mercy 263 showed her. Before this was over, her body would be taken. That knowledge gave 263 a sense of confidence that allowed it to take the time to play with her.

She quickly proved that that time would pay off. As 263 sent the hallucination scurrying through her mind, it watched her, both from without and within. It could immediately sense as her body began to react to the mere fleeting memory of what Birch had done to her. She tried to brush it off, of course. She tried to deny its power. But it was more than enough for 263 to know what would happen to her if it kept this up. And it liked what would happen very much.

For a time, 263 did let her rest. As voluptuous and strong willed as the girl was, it was clear how much effect mounting the stairs had had on her. And while 263 certainly planned to wear her out over the next few days, it didn't want her to run out of steam before it even grabbed her. She would need at least some energy for that futile struggling it loved so much. And so, it contented itself by watching her as she recovered, admiring for an uncountable time the curves and contours of her body, and the way her sweat trickled down her skin.

When Olivia finally began to move, she would be able to leave the stairwell into a hallway much like the one she had ascended from. The area would be in much the same state of disarray, with the occasional desk or locker littering the ground amongst the dirt and the dust. Perhaps the most peculiar part of it all was that there were no windows to be seen. It would be reasonable, given the facility was underground, but it made for an odd sight to see classrooms without any lighting or vistas.

None of this mattered much to 263, of course. Its attention was, as always, focused on Olivia. After a few minutes of walking, the creature would resume its torment of her mind. Her mask would appear to glitch again, displaying the hallway around her one moment, and then, with an almost audible burst of static, changing the picture. This time, Olivia would see a vision as if she were looking down her own body. In front of her floated a blob-like head, almost like a snake, farther down, tendrils would be slowly rising up her body, pulling her shirt up over her flat, dark-toned stomach with them. The image would last longer this time, and seem more persistent, but after several seconds, it would once again cut away, and her vision would return to normal.

Trying her best to put her thoughts and unquantifiable feelings of being unsettled aside, Olivia would choose to press on regardless of the most recent 'glitch' in her mask's visual playback. Already near the top of the latest set of steps, the young heiress would be fairing far better this time around. Having taken her progress at a steadier, more conserved pace, once she'd completed the climb, Olivia would only have to take a brief breather before carrying on. Leaning on the rails, overlooking the ingress she'd just transcended, a mere glance informed her what would happen if she tried to follow the rest of the stairs up to the next floor. She'd hoped that her assessment before now had been erroneous, that maybe she would discover a way through once she was up here and had a better angle on it. However, upon reaching the top of the stairs, Olivia would only find herself confirming her original presumptions and, with a slight sigh, she would have to resign herself to this fact. She wasn't getting anywhere further this way.

The light of her phone would briefly shine in the dark again as Olivia briefly checked once more for signal. It was unlikely, but the thought that she could possibly call someone to come rescue her, rather than having to make the entire climb, was something with which she could fortify herself, give herself hope and, though there would be no results yielded at present...

"Drat..."

...one could always hold out on the chance. If she just kept going, got another floor or two higher up, than maybe, just maybe, she could get a call out of this place.

Tucking her phone back into her purse, Olivia would hoist herself from the handrail and turn to continue her journey. Through the door leading out of the stairway would be yet another corridor, not all that different from the one that'd stretched before her on the previous floor. Here, Olivia would finally begin to move with a bit more stability to her stride. Steps were a challenge, but she could handle walking over flat, even surfaces well enough. Darkness continued to prevail here and, though she would occasionally spot signage that might possibly lead her to some sort of fuse box, she would decide against it. The odds that she could get the power back on in this place was minimal and, even if she could get the lights back on, it'd be pointless if the power cell on her mask ran out.

Continuing her exploration, trying to map this incorrigible labyrinth, it wouldn't take long before Olivia experienced another 'glitch' in her mask's sight. Unlike before, the very angle of her sight would appear to change this time and, instinctively, the young miss would drop her chin to her collar, 'looking' down as her spare hand went up to her face, the initial, natural assumption being either a camera, its casing, or the whole mask itself had slipped down. In the first second or so, her manner would be as someone with glasses, glancing down and reaching up to readjust their lenses. The discrepancy, her hand not appearing in the picture, would just about have time to register, the mind pinging on the fact that something was wrong. However, Olivia's rational senses would not have time enough to process before the more disturbing nature of the visual broadcast hit, throwing her into an almost full out panic.

"HIIEEAAHHH!!"

Suddenly dropping the torch in her hand and stumbling backwards, Olivia would flail at her abdomen, trying to slap away the rising tendrils she immediately perceived them. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her shrill cry would fill the empty corridors. She hadn't had time enough to put through her brain the fact that what she was seeing wasn't real and, in the few seconds the illusion had its hold on her, she could almost swear on her ability to feel those things slithering up her body, sliding up her shirt, revealing inch after inch of her bare, flawless, naked skin. The quality of image she got on her mask was extraordinary and, in the end, the phantom sensations she experienced would be nothing unusual. People often feel all sorts of strange, false feelings using VR headsets and, in a way, Olivia's seeing eye mask worked no different. She could see this creature that had her in its grasp, see it slowly rising up her body and, in the few seconds it lasted, the entire episode would seem nothing if not entirely real.

"Ahh... ahh..."

As quickly as the images had come, they would dissipate, leaving only Olivia, seemingly alone, in the empty, dark corridor. Her hasty, panicked retreat would have run her straight into a wall and, in the blind, blackness, the student would be left huffing and puffing, breathing heavily as she continued to hear her heart beat hard in her chest, the blood pulsating in her ears. Hands scrambled across her abdomen, ruffling her clothes, but her sense of touch revealed nothing to be there. She could feel herself shaking now, and it'd be a second or two passed and she realised that she hadn't gone blind again. Glancing back up, she would see the steady beam of light from her torch and, following it back, she would be able to locate the source to where it'd landed and rolled, thankfully with little more than a clatter and not a shatter. Still, it'd be a moment or two before she dared to move, frozen in place as the shock of what she'd just experienced ran its course.

"What was..."

The more logical parts of her mind finally began to work again. Moving forward, Olivia would take up the torch once more and, with a final check, she would shine the light on herself, glancing down and confirming that her lower regions were clear and untouched, patting herself once or twice as she looked, just to be sure.

Okay, that wasn't just some glitch. Something was going on. She gulped. It wasn't the most comforting of thoughts. Once more, she would remember the initial reason for her being here, the rumours that there was something in this building. Was it some sort of ghost? The rational, scientific side of her immediately rose up to rebuke... then again, there was no plausible explanation for a giant plant monster. Regardless, it was clear that she needed to get out of here as soon as possible. She just had to hope...

Thoughts would churn again however. How would she get out of this? She'd gotten into trouble in the passed and, as far as she was concerned, panic had been the main reason she'd failed to get away. Okay, so she just needed to stay calm, think her way out. Now, was the thing that was after her already here? If that was the case, it was doing a good job of hiding itself. It would also be waiting for some reason. Was it just watching her, waiting for a chance to strike? If that were the case, it would be best if she didn't make any sudden movements. If she ran, it would most likely give chase out of instinct... Of course, there was the alternative, that it was here, but not 'here'. The ghost, or the creature, or the... whatever this thing was, it was near, getting closer, but hadn't found her just yet... In which case, the scream she'd just let out was probably going to lead the thing straight to her...

Heart still pounding in her chest, somewhat bolstered by the shot of adrenaline coursing through her, Olivia would grip the torch in her hand tight as she set her resolve. She was getting out of here. In her current state, she would definately have it in her to run, regardless of exhaustion or fatigue. However, she needed to keep her wits about her and, if she ran, she might just miss any chance she had to find an exit, passing it by or else attracting unwanted attention. Moving at a more brisk pace, midway between a walk and the starting of a jog, Olivia would begin to stride forward. Light of the torch ahead of her, scanning the way, Olivia would begin her search again. She would venture forth now with a greater sense of urgency and importance than before and, once or twice, she would have to restrain herself as instincts tried to push her into a more vigorous jog. She wasn't going to be caught by some 'thing', not here, not in a place like this.

The girl was no fool, that much was clear. Already, she'd caught on that something was wrong, and was starting to move faster. Of course, that suited 263 just fine. Her instincts and her awareness were putting her on edge, and while she might have thought that would strengthen her resolve and improve her chances, she was really just playing into its tentacle, in more ways than one. Though she tried to keep calm, it could sense the fear creeping in her mind. That fear was so delectable.

There was no point now in playing things at the same speed it had been going. Olivia was alert now, and while more "glitches" might further unnerve her, they wouldn't catch her off guard or make her pause. She knew something was here, hunting her. If she could only know how close it was, she would probably have screamed. No matter, 263 thought. She'd scream soon enough. But she'd make other noises before that.

The next glitch came quickly. As Olivia was trying to hurry her way along, her vision would flash in a burst of static. When the noise cut away, a different scene would fill her vision - a scene of romance and lust. A large, well-muscled man with dark skin lay on a bed resting on his elbow. Beneath him was a lithe young girl with pale skin and bright orange hair, no more than eighteen years old. His hands were on her breasts, squeezing them softly and playing with her nipple. The touch made the girl's fingers curl around the bedsheets, and her legs shifted back and forth. Her breasts were almost eclipsed by the massive hands, and though the man's touch was gentle and unhurried, the hungry look on his face said that he would just as soon not be.

Olivia would recognize this as a scene from a pornographic video she had watched on one quiet, lonely night. But rather than seeing it playing off a computer screen, the scene filled her whole vision, as if she were standing in the room, only inches from the intimate pair. And it wasn't just her sight this time. She could hear the girl's breathy moans and whimpers. They sounded distant and echo-y, as if their voices were bouncing off the walls around her. It gave the sound an ethereal quality, as if she were watching a dream.

The scene proceeded as she remembered. As the girl moaned and squirmed in pleasure, the mnan's other hand moved slowly down her body. He pushed the sheets away from her legs, partially revealing his massive cock as he did. However, much more prominent was the girl's young sex, crowned with a tuft of matching pubic hair and visibly damp with her arousal. His fingers moved down over her mound, stroking near her clit several times, before descending to her pussy lips. With shuddering breaths, the girl's back rose off the bed at his touch. Her eyes opened, revealing her strikingly green irises, as she looked down to where his hand was. The muscular man looked back, grinning as he teased her entrance, making her coo with pleasure.

And then was to come the next part. The man would thrust his fingers suddenly and forcefully into the girl's eager pussy, making her scream in pleasure as he began to relentlessly fingerbang her, bringing her to orgasm in minutes. Sure enough, the man's arm shifted, subtly preparing. But just as he began to thrust inside, the image jumped, and changed completely. Instead of the girl screaming, it was Olivia. She sat in a chair, the blonde-haired doctor beside her. Olivia was exposed, electrodes fixed to her sex and her tits. The jolts were running through her, making her pant like a dog, and writhe in pleasure and pain. The doctor watched, smiling, as Olivia was rendered helpless.

Then the vision vanished, and she was once more back in the hallway. The sounds disappeared in an instant, and the "cameras" of her mask snapped into focus. The difference was, this time she wasn't alone. At the far end of the corridor, Natsuki stood calmly, staring at her. A gentle smirk covered the doctor's face as she watched the girl. She made sure to get Olivia's attention, holding her eyes for a moment, before she chuckled, and turned, disappearing around the corner.

Olivia wouldn't get much further before some force, once more, took control of her vision. Effectively blind, when it came to her present environment, the young heiress would take care to slow her procession, moving over to one side and carefully placing a hand against the wall. In front of her, was a scene from one of the... erm... adult selections she had at hand. Of course, push come to shove, she would call it what it was, porn. However, despite having achieved some level of sexual liberty, escaping some of the more conservative and, one might even say, potentially harmful, painfully restrictive attitudes with which Olivia had had to grow up, (she even had a selection of toys now, in the private, securely locked, and thoroughly (very thoroughly), well hidden part of her bedroom) there would still be a few things with which Olivia would hesitate to provide clear admission.

Yes, she watched... erm... that sort of thing, on occasion. Yes, the campus on Shokushu was not one that connected to anything save the school's own intranet. These videos of hers were something she'd bought and had as either physical media or as a downloaded file. However, one had to be clear, this wasn't just the common, vulgar, everyday stuff. Olivia knew, or at least she'd been rightfully informed, that the regular 'porn industry' was misogynistic, exploitative, male targeted, demeaning to women, and so on... That's why Olivia's own collection was something more refined, and more suitable for the... er... natural... that is, the 'Only Natural', commonplace, biological needs of a healthy, well adjusted, sexually mature female adult. It was perfectly normal, nothing of which Olivia had to be ashamed...

A flushed, embarrassed, red tint bloomed on Olivia's cheeks. Naturally, she'd always been careful to view such things in private, but the thought of this, and other scenes she'd watched being displayed in such a 'public' place... Of course, had this 'glitch' occurred before, when she'd not had it so clearly in her head that something was messing with her, Olivia might have found herself even more overcome by embarrassment and a sense of self consciousness. Despite the fact that there apparently wasn't another soul around, she might have even felt the urge to desperately look around, to make sure nobody else had seen, to make sure this shameful little secret hadn't been exposed.

As it happened though, the recent realisation that something out there was clearly aware of her, was getting into either her head or her visor, (naturally she hoped for the later, and she was pretty sure she'd viewed some of her videos at least more than once, directly on her mask, probably with headphones for good measure) and was actively trying to mess with her, would only help the young lady to fortify herself. Though she could do nothing to change or stop the playback being displayed in front of her, she could at least allay some of her humiliation with indignation. 'So this thing is taunting me now' she'd think to herself.

Of course, she had to admit, though not, for the life of her, to anyone else, this particular scene from her selection of 'feminist porn', was one of her favourites, not that it made her any happy to see it. She was sure or, at the very least, she could theorise, that it was something one could potentially recall, were one merely manipulating the software. However, as she turned her head this way and that, discovering the image in front of her vision would not change no matter what, and as she resolved to try and ignore the scene and proceed blindly by touch alone, she would realise the one thing that was different this time.

"Wait... that..."

She had to stifle a gasp, bringing her hand to her mouth. There was sound. She could hear what was happening. The moans, the sighs, the subtle hiss of sliding bed sheets, it was all around her. It sounded so real. With this realisation, the sense that she was really there, amidst it all, was almost tangible, and as fingers were slipped into the actress' moist, glistening sex, Olivia would find herself transfixed as she watched.

'This isn't happening' the thought ran across her mind as she witnessed the two lovers on the bed. 'I should keep moving', yet she remained where she was. She could hear the wet sloshing as those digits coaxed more juices from their victim, her own thighs and body growing warm as she watched the convulsing, squirting orgasm wrack the poor teen's body. The man moved, re-positioning himself. Embarrassed, ashamed to be caught watching, Olivia instinctively tried to turn her head away, to avert her gaze though, of course, the picture she saw would not change. In the end, it was just as the man in the video was about to begin in earnest, just as Olivia's memory flashed across some of the other scenes she had and liked, featuring the same actress, mostly with her tied up in various positions with one or more men, that the image would change once more.

The blind eyes behind Olivia's mask went wide. For a split second or two, she wouldn't recognise the scene. However, once she realised what it was she was seeing, once it'd sunk in, that the girl's scream she was now hearing was hers, the young heiress would let out a startled, shocked squeal. Well, it definately was a bondage scene as she'd just started to envision, just before the change, but the subject in the encounter was not who she'd been expecting.

"My god..."

She uttered quietly to herself, struck, frozen in place having recoiled back towards a wall, pressing herself and her hands against it in some instinctive attempt to escape. Obviously, she remembered the encounter, how could she not. What that 'doctor' had done to her, the hours she'd been trapped with that, thing... Thankfully, the vision would not last long, but it'd be more than enough to leave Olivia unsettled. As she stood there, she'd find herself gasping for breath, chest rising and falling as she breathed deep. Fear was once more trying to make its way into her head though, as she held her position, trying to recover from the shock, the young heiress couldn't help but notice the slightest, dew drop of wet beneath her thighs.

"What...?"

Before she could take any more time, before she could analyse what had just happened, turning it over in her head, something would catch her eye. Turning, looking up, to her horror, Olivia would see the very same tormentor that'd just appeared before her. The likeness was uncanny and, for a moment or two, Olivia had to be convinced it was genuinely her. However, as the 'doctor' chuckled and calmly walked away, turning the corner, a sense of suspicion along with her ill ease would emerge. 'Was that really her?' Olivia couldn't help but think that. At this point, it was clear that something was making her see and hear things and, given what she'd experienced so far, trickery like this wasn't exactly in Natsuki's purview.

On the one hand, having seen Natsuki, Olivia's first instinct was to run away in the opposite direction. However, if something was messing with her, it was possible that the vision was meant to frighten her away, and so, she should keep going that way. Of course, if that was the case, why not just have Natsuki continue to stand there? As it happened though, Natsuki was, seemingly, the first soul Olivia had encountered down here and, whilst she'd had a bad experience with the 'doctor' it was possible that she could somehow help her out of here...

Olivia turned back the way she came, flashing the light of the torch down the corridor. Of course, she'd already come that way and, so far, there hadn't been any turns or junctions. There was one straight ahead, a turn to the left and a turn to the right, into which 'Natsuki' had just disappeared. Basically, when it came down to it, she wasn't going to find anything, let alone a way out, if she went back the way she came.

Instincts were telling her to run, the heart pounding in her chest told her she was in danger, but reasoning informed her there was nothing else to do but continue on. She took a breath... and another, deep, calming, steadying. Shaking hands went into her purse, clutching the taser weapon within and, moving slowly and cautiously, Olivia continued to creep forward. Shining the light ahead of her, she'd walk all the way to the end of the corridor and, turning right, peering around the corner, she would risk taking a look.

(OOC: Hello, sorry I've been away for a while. IRL does that to me sometimes. Hope I'm worth the wait.)