Nell was practically running down the hallway leading to the campus library. The sun had already sunk down low behind the treeline outside. The girl could see the the last fading rays on lit disappearing behind the gaps in the forest through the long like of windows in the hallway and it spurned her to go faster. It would be full dark soon and she didn't want to be out after dark, not here on this island. It wasn't safe.

She reached the library doors and was relieved to find them unlocked. She went in, looking around cautiously first to be sure there were no obvious dangers, but all she saw was the deserted check out desk and open reading area on the first floor of the library. The main library lights were off but some careless librarian had left a couple of reading lamps on in the back of the reading area, near the reference section. Maybe someone had stayed late doing research and the librarian had left them alone with the expectation that they turn off the lights when they left. It wasn't really important but Nell was glad for the light.

She made her way to the two pools of light, thankfully they were near one of the areas she'd been in earlier. She hoped her notebook was still on the desk and she didn't have to go searching through the lost and found, or worse if she'd left it somewhere in the stacks. She would have abandoned it or come back looking for it the next day but it had her research notes in it for the an essay due tomorrow. She had to find it or risk the assignment being late because she couldn't finish it on time. Nell was at heart a bit of a nerd, even if she was one that waited until the last minute to write a paper, and she couldn't stand the thought of taking a reduced grade.

She reached the desk she's sat in when she'd been there earlier. It was only a couple of rows around from the light. She scanned the nearest aisle of bookshelves carefully but they were still mostly cast in shadow. She turned on the desk light nearest her but the shadows only retreated a light further. She frowned. Outside the sun was almost complete hidden behind the horizon but Nell couldn't see the light. All the shades in the library had been drawn closed and obscured her view. Only the small lights on the desks were there to aide her. She finally gave up scanning the shelves in the darkness and turned her attention to the desk. There was a notebook there but it was not hers. "Blast!" She swore under her breathe and knelt down to check under the desk. It was too dark to see so she ended up having to search around blindly with her hand but to no avail. It wasn't there. "Double Blast! Where is it?!"

Night was coming, Therion knew it even without looking. Slowly his wings unfold and he drops from his perch, a low and powerful yawn escaping him as his red eyes scan the darkness. The school was a marvel, filled with many dark places he could sleep without worry and easily drop back into the hallways that dot the campus from there. This was one such spot as he slides back one of the panels upon the roof and drops down into the hallways with a soundless motion. A hiss escapes him as the last rays of sunlight hit his features but it is quickly gone allowing him to focus, just in time to spy a student up ahead. She is in a hurry quite clearly and has a look of worry upon her features. The way she looks around now and then seems to suggest she is one of the few that knows about what lurks this place.

It only makes him decide to follow her, his wings folding up and engulfing his body until it becomes a robe. The hood pulled up over his head and a strange mask upon his face, better off hiding his real form and keeping it as a thump card as he slips inside the library only moments after the girl vanished inside. He takes care in noting the lamps and light in the large area. Nothing capable of truely posing much of a threat but enough to allow him to enjoy this little game.

She is careful to look for danger, but how can she notice him, in the darkness he is invisible to the human eye until he allows her to see him. As she hurries into the dark library, he pauses only to push the lock on the door closed and pull the key away. Can't have anyone else spoiling his fun now can he. He stalks towards her, so busy looking she won't even notice the figure appearing as if out of nowhere until he stands behind her.

Lost something have we? You shouldn't have come here alone at this time of day.. It's dangerous for one so beautiful

The voice is almost a whisper that seems to speak directly into her head. If she was to look she would only see the outline of what appears to be a man in the shadows near the bookcase. Maybe someone who works here? A caretaker perhaps. If anything maybe they can help. In the back of his mind Therion is planning to do much more then help however. From where he stands he has the perfect view of her rear sticking out behind her. He didn't get a good look at what she was wearing when he was following so he he takes the time to take her all in now, right down to the last detail. Savouring the moment to come.

Nell wore a short-ish black dress with with a gray and white plaid top that stopped just under her breast giving the dress an empire waist look. Even with the frilly white under skirt, it hung only to about mid-thigh when she was standing up straight. It was a tad shorter than that when she was bent under a table search for a non-existent notebook. Her legs were bare all the way down to her ankles were her dress socks came to and on her feet she wore little black bucketed dress shoes with a very modest heel. (Like this but without the girlie hearts.) Sadly, Nell owned a lot of short outfits like this. She would have packed more appropriate clothes had she known Shokushu was such a dangerous place. But then again, if she'd known about Shokushu's secret before coming she wouldn't have packed at all because she wouldn't have left home.

She banged her head on the underside of the desk when the man's voice had broken into her head. She swore a long line of curse words in what sounded like a foreign language but was really more like two or three. She sat back on her heels, rubbing her sore head, and glaring suspiciously into the darkness. She could just make out the shadow of a man standing in one of the rows of bookshelves. Her eyes narrowed and she didn't move, not trusting any male in this place at this time of day. "Who are you?"

Is it not manners to tell me your name first and what you are doing here. You wouldn't be looking for this would you?

In his hand he holds up a notebook, of course he hasn't been here long enough to find let alone snatch the real thing, but in the shadows how can she tell if it's the real thing or not. It's simple bait to lure her in. Her alluring form and outfit is more then enough to keep him interested. He shifts backwards as if he was moving to leave her here, as if offended by her "rudeness" and swearing. She is smart not to trust him, but will she be so careful when it seems her prize is in reach but she might lose the chance to get it back if she doesn't act fast.

Behind her, the shadows begin to shift and swirl, creeping towards her as if they have a mind of their own. Hands begin to form and hover around her as if about to grab her and pull her into some dark lair.

The girl was on her feet the instant she saw the notebook in the man's hand. "You found it!" The figure started to retreat and she took a step forward, still not quite willing to go to near a man she could barely see. "Please wait! I-I'm sorry if I was rude. I wasn't expecting anyone to be here... My name is Nell Apton and I'm a student here. I only came here to find my notebook so please if that is it can you kindly return it to me?" She was trying to be polite and cautious at the same time. She stayed put and held out a hand for her notebook as though insisting he come into the light to return it to her.

She is wise indeed, but still she has made her first mistake in getting closer. She wants to see him so badly, why should he deny her. Slowly he extends the notebook towards her as if he was going to place it within her hands. Before it reaches her however he suddenly drops it and grabs her wrist, pulling her into his arms without hesitating. Allowing her to stare into his red eyes and the stone faced mask.

Clever girl, but it won't save you from me..

With his free hand he reaches down and tears the front of her dress, his claw like fingers easily slicing a clean cut through the fabric without cutting her naked flesh. She is almost flung backwards from the force as he tears a large piece of cloth from the dress and exposing her breasts and whatever if anything, she wore under it. As he does however he releases her. Opening a window to escape, but it's just to add to his fun.

You cannot escape me now, give into your fate and I will be merciful

He steps into the light, revealing his cloaked body and size. What little she can see is that he seems to have jet black skin and his hands end in dangerous looking claw like fingers. At first glance it's clear this is what she feared all alone. A monster.

Nell's eyes watched the notebook as it fell and she was about to reach down for it when the shadowy figure suddenly seized her wrist and drew her into his arms. She barely had time to react. When he spoke again, this time without pretense, her eyes were drawn instantly upward to the stone mask and blood red eyes. Her heart leapt with fear and she attempted to pulled away. The figure grabbed the front of her dress and torn it away from her body. She continued to pull away and when the monsters claws ripped fabric of her dress she fell backwards and landed with a thump on her bottom. The front of her dress was torn open to reveal her bra which was also black with a hint of lace around the edges.

She sat there stunned for a moment, surprised she'd gotten away from him. She was back on her feet in an instant and ran towards the door only to find it locked and the key missing. "Bastard!" The monster spoke again, You cannot escape me now, give into your fate and I will be merciful She scoffed and turned back to look in his direction. He had stepped into the light and revealed more of himself. He wore a cloak but it did not hide his jet black skin nor the claw-like talons on his hands. "You need a new line, pal. That's what all the monster say."

She heard wind outside and caught a glimpse of the open window. Perfect! They were still on the first floor. She could make an escape safely if she could get there in time. She made a mad dash for the window.

Now that the stage is set and the trap sprung, he can only smirk under his mask as her defiant tone. It's almost too perfect, he will be sure to break that resistance but for now he wants her to realize how futile it is to try to stop him and his desires. He makes no movement to stop her as she charges towards the window. If anything he simply turns in a graceful movement and stares at the back of her head as she charges. The window is in reach, her freedom almost certainly granted.

That is until the lamps in the area around her are violently knocked aside as what can only be described as a sea of shadows to rise before her only to seem to fall atop her. But rather then be knocked down or submerged, the shadows seem to stop at the last moment before her, hands emerging and grasping at her body. More of her dress is torn open. Her legs and hips almost fully revealed as the dress is in ruins with her bra not doing so well, with one strap snapped. Again she seems to be able to escape their grasp but now the way is blocked and the monster is behind her.

It's almost like he is toying with her, letting her run through the maze of bookshelves but anytime she get's close to the window, the shadows attack and block her path and the price is more of her clothing ripped from her body.

I will make you regret denying me

Nell came to a sudden halt when the wave of shadows rose before her blocking her escape. She screamed and raised her arms defensively to shield her face. She had expected the wave to envelope her and bind her for the monster but it did not. Instead most clawed hands reached out of her wall of darkness and made a travesty of her dress. It seemed the aim was to disrobe her rather than capture her. She ducked into the nearest aisle of books and look for another escape but everyone was barred by shadows that would shred her dress more anytime she got close enough to them.

Eventually, she had to rest and stopped in a the of a dark, deserted row of bookshelves on the second floor. She leaned her back against one of the shelves and panted. Her arms wrapped around her body and clung to what was left of the top of her dress, trying to keep her breast from being exposed. The skirt of the dress was in shreds but was still doing its job of keeping her mostly covered. She sighed and sank down to the floor and tried to calm the racing of her heart. The monster was toying with her. She had to clear her head and think of some way to escape.

Each time she is forced to change direction, he is there, almost like he just appears in her path. Yet she escapes and finds a temporary haven. He makes no sound as he moves so it's impossible to tell how far or how close he is to her. Each shadow seems to be him, each dark place another trap. The voice whispering in her head as if coming from every direction at once. It's hard to pinpoint just where it is coming from or where he is, but it's almost like he is watching her and yet there is nothing there just the shadows

Come out, come out wherever you are

Then there is silence again, the only sound is her breathing. That is until one of the books off the shelf behind her suddenly hits the floor beside her. Then another and another until suddenly all of the books are flung forwards as the shadows emerge and ensnare her. This time however they coil around her wrists and ankles in a vice like grip. Holding her in place and pulling her backwards into the darkness. They pull her along what must feel like a bed of hands, each one groping at her body as they pass her from one to another like she was some object rather then a person. What little is left of her dress is quickly gone in the sudden movements, along with her bra until she is slowly laid out upon one of the tables and the shadows release her.

They swarm around her but don't move any closer, only moving aside as the monster from behind steps into view. Therion can only smirk as his eyes wander over her almost naked body, enjoying what he can see already.

There you are, the time for games is over. It's time I claim my prize

Nell made an attempt to fight the shadows pulling at her, hopeless as it was. When they deposited her on the table she rolled over and herself up onto her knees and tried once again to cover her nakedness. She glared at the monster when he came into view. "I am not your prize!" She spat heatedly. She was tired of these monster treating her like a toy or a hole to fill. "I am not a thing and I belong to no one. Even if you use and molest me tonight you will not be taking ownership of me."

A soft chuckle is the only reply to her continued resistance as he stalks closer to her, almost as if he is enjoying hearing her last words of resistance before he begins to toy with her. Once he is close enough he grasps her ankles and pulls her legs towards him. Pulling them away from her chest and pulling her body along the cold smooth table. He pulls until she is almost sitting upon the edge of the table with her legs on both sides of his waist. With a snap of his fingers the shadows loom again as a pair of hands grab her wrists and pull her hands behind her back, pinning them there.

Rather then a wall of shadows, this time they have taken form. Another monster to toy with her. Instead of worrying what one may do to her, he seems to be able to shape the shadows into minions to aid him in his game.

Now she is bared to him he takes the time to stare down at her breasts, suddenly coiling his talon like fingers around one and giving it a sharp squeeze as if warning her not to resistance. He releases her breast only to suddenly capture her nipple between his fingers and twist it around as he whispers in her head.

Each time you speak without permission you will be punished..

She just continued to glare up at him as he pulls her to him. She doesn't fight the hands that capture her arms and pin them behind her. She was exposed now but nowhere near defeated. She saw the second monster take form out of the corner of her eye and her head halfway turned to stare at it. Until she felt the talon on her breast and she turned her full attention back to the monster between her thighs. She cringed when he pinched her nibble but refused to yelp at the pain. Instead she pursed her lips in anger and defied him again by speaking.

"And what, pray tell, is the reward for silence? I doubt I'll like it anymore than the punishments you'd give me so why should I obey you?"

A smirk plays across his features as he draws closer to her, his mask and robe slowly reforming to reveal his demonic form. He towers over her now, his wings extending from his back as his horns extend outwards. Rather then the seductive figure that toyed with her, now there is only a demon born as if from someone's nightmares as he draws closer to her. His voice now much louder and more commanding as it booms inside her head.

Your reward is how soon I release you. The more you defy me, the more I will use your body again and again. I may even leave you here, naked and wet for your fellow students to find

Of course he would not risk such an act, after all it will only cause panic and make it harder for him to ensnare another student. But she doesn't know that and as far as she knows he might just do that to humiliate her further. But before she can even begin to weight her choices, something rubs against her pussy's soft lips. Below, his tail has snaked around his body and now the tip runs up and down her slit. It's thick, but nowhere near as thick or big as his member. He needs to test her first.

Nell tried to maintain a brave front in the face of the demon's true from but deep in her core she was shaken. The canine features of his face brought to mind the image of the first demon to rape her on this island. It hadn't been the worst attack since she came here but being the first gave the memory a special kind of pain. The demon's voice boomed inside her head, so loud it caused her to cringe again. She wanted to scream but didn't. She was now staring intently at his chest. She didn't want to look him in the face anymore. It was cowardly she knew but she couldn't bring herself to lift her head.

She suddenly didn't have to. She sensed movement between her legs and something slide up ans down her slit. She looked down to see what appeared to be the demon's tail probing her most sensitive area and she suddenly tensed up. She should be used to this sort of thing by now but every time a demon touched it there it felt new and frightening. She dug her nail into the palms of her hands and clamp her eyes should. This time she didn't trust herself to speak. The demon's warning had served its purpose and she kept her mouth shut hoping not to prolong her torment.