He looked at the girl, helpless, with his eyes misty as he looked at the direction where the shoe had come from. He wasn't speaking, talking or anything. He was just silent, contemplating, asking the eternal question 'why?'

He stood up from where he had crumpled to the floor, clutching the shoe in hand. He seemed not to mind that it was wet...he knew it was still Vivi's, in any condition that it was. He turned to the girl, walking toward the only logical place he knew at the moment...the stairs. He felt tired. He might have to sit down.

In his eyes, the world was whirling. His pupils were dilated, body sweating as he walked the floor. He didn't feel good, oh no, he never felt good since he saw what had happened. He didn't even listen, or notice the other girl anymore. He knew he just had to sit...no, to lie down. To lie down was good. He wanted to take a good, long rest after being on the plane and on the way for far too long. It was what he deserved, what he wanted anyway.

But before he could reach the stairs, the dizzying spin of his vision got the best of him. His pupils rolled to the back of his head. His hands were outstretched, he wanted to grip the stair handles for support, but it would not be. Like a tree in the forest, he toppled down to the floor unconscious, a few steps shy of the stairs.

The old man seemed panicked. … Vikky knew very well why. But… what was she supposed to do!? She was also a victim! Couldn’t… couldn’t he just return home and live his entire life to the end thinking his granddaughter was living a happy beautiful life on the campus!?

… It hit her. It hit her so hard. Vikky realized. She was defending… this place. Her thoughts were defending this… vile, monstrous island. Almost as if she was fine with being raped every now and then. As if it was alright that the entire student body of a school was being used as a monster brothel against their will. This… this blight upon human ethics. She had been defending it. Vikky had been taking part in keeping it hidden, drawing more unsuspecting students to depravation… N-no! She had been defending this old man from being dragged into this… from suffering because of the truth… right…?

Oh, screw it. Vikky really needed to do something against this place. She didn’t know what, she didn’t know how. … But… this wasn’t… she couldn’t be happy with this. That old man… could he be her chance? If she could get him out of here with the complete knowledge of this place… then he could inform authorities, and then they could shut this place down and tell the people the truth. Vikky knew this was wishful thinking, they probably had all kinds of measures to prevent such and this would most likely warrant her first trip to the basement, but… she felt she had to try. Alright, old guy Lancelot. I’m going to bet on…

… He fell over. Vikky stared in silence for a moment as the old man who had been walking towards the stairs fell over. A moment later Vikky came back to her senses.

“H-hey!” Not really thinking of the most intelligent thing to say, Vikky ran to him. Going down on her knees, she flipped him to his back. Having a police-man as a father had taught her a few things over time. She needed to check for breath, check for pulse… was he alive? The chock hadn’t killed him, right? She’d call an emergency number but… this damned school. “HELP!” She screamed out loud hoping to be heard, his life was more important than any fancy plot of hers. W-was he alive?

He laid as silent as death. Not moving, he seemed to be dead. Still, he was breathing, that itself was a good sign; but was there a larger problem? An aneurysm, a stroke, anything? He was old, after all, and these things happen to old people all the time. She should panic. He wasn't responding to anything she was doing.

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Inside, the old man was enjoying everything he was doing to the girl. That flustered expression was priceless. Even in his drunken stupor (which he himself induced, to feign unconsciousness), he admired the girl's body as she hunched over him, checking him for puls and everything else. Was she a medic? It was nice being fussed over by someone who looked like she had a real young vibe going on...for him, at least. She looked like a delightful little package.

His plan was going well, at least for the time being. She was panicked; check. Next thing she should do was to bring him to her room, where all the fun will really begin. The last thing he needed was for her to be heroic and call the authorities of the island. He didn't know what he would do then...then again, he hadn't seen them yet, much less made contact. Was there something he should be wary about? That he didn't know, in all honesty. He needed to avoid that happening. It's not like he hadn't got a plan B worked out...he always had one. But plan A's were always so much better if you took a look at it.

Vikky was confused and afraid. He... he seemed to be breathing, which should mean he was still alive, but…! People don’t fall over unconscious by nothing! Since he was breathing, that meant Vikky was completely out of methods to use to help him. But that didn’t mean the old man didn’t need help of some kind! Where was everyone!? She really… needed help with this guy…

She wasn’t an expert at carrying people, but Vikky made an effort. Being rather well-trained also helped. Not quite knowing how her priorities should look, she decided she needed to put him in some kind of bed. The girl went behind him, put her arms underneath his, locked her arms around his stomach and lifted him with his back against her own body to carry/drag him effectively. After having done the initial lift, Vikky paused momentarily since she wasn’t used to lifting the weight of a human. Did humans weight this much? Gee, she was so happy she was rather strong. Alright, now…

“H-hang in there. I’m going to take you to my room, it isn’t far. Then, when you’re resting safely in bed, I’ll get a doctor or a nurse, OK? Just… don’t die, OK?” She was afraid, but for the life of another. She made sure to carry/drag the old man to the door, pause slightly to get up her key and open it, then drag him in…

...and that went according to plan.

It was more perfect than perfect. It was as if he had planned it all along, and it was happening in real time. She wouldn't really budge and go get someone, now, would she? She'd had to take things in her own hand,after all, the man was unconscious. He had hoped for this, he knew some part of her was the 'do it yourself' girl. Now there was something else he had to do...make sure she'd remain in the room.

His form had remained limp, breathing, but breathing in a shallow manner. He was as limp as a vegetable as she bodily carried him from the stairs to her own room, which he couldn't see through his closed eyes. He didn't bother, though; he knew he would see it eventually. What she said afterwards, however, didn't bode well for him.



Oh no, now that wasn't really allowable, now, wasn't it? He went ahead and enacted the second phase of his plan.

He was bought bodily into the room and laid on the bed. However, as she went for the door to go out, he blinked, seemingly coming to...he opened his eyes and slowly got up, but sank to the floor again. He was dizzy; the world whirled around. He groped around for something that he could use to stand up.

" H-help.." he said, barely audible but could be heard. " W-where am I?"

Alright, Vikky sighed to herself as she had put him to rest in her own bed. Her dorm-room was as could be expected a very standard one, with a table, a bed, a few chairs and a computer. Stray to the side was drawers and other things anyone could need. On the table were remnants of a studying session, while the bed seemed to… have a distinct lack of cleaning on some parts. Vikky had stopped worrying about that first time she was raped, mostly. The bed wasn’t made, there were a few clothes lying around… such things. She would have cleaned if she had known she’d be bringing a guest, especially a sick guest, but… oh, gee! Vikky spun around to get someone…

… Lancelot moved. He moved, trying to get up from the bed he had just been put in. Vikky turned back, unsure, seemingly stationary in the middle between running off and turning back. … But as the old man sank to the floor, she felt forced to go back. He stretched out for some kind of help… Vikky placed herself to his side facing the same direction, grabbed his right arm and put it over her, put her own left arm around him and then used her leg-power to help them both stand up and him to steady himself on her. She had an expression that was confused but still determined, unsure what to do with this guy.

“Y-you are in my room. I apologize for the mess… But, um, you suddenly collapsed so I brought you here. But… I’d guess we should take you to a doctor? They should have one on the island… So…” Vikky made a movement with her shoulder intent on motioning for the old man that they should get moving.

She made a move with her shoulder that suggested she wanted to bring the old man to a doctor, no doubt for a check-up. The old man would have acquiesced to her request, if not for the fact that...well, that wasn't according to plan. Not according to plan at all.

The old man feigned strength, and tried to walk towards the door. He found that he could not, no matter what he tried or how hard he wanted to walk. No, he needed to lie down. He then slumped towards the floor...luckily, the bed was just behind, and most of him got caught in a space of the bed. He felt the soft cushion support his fall, and he fell on the bed, lying down. It wasn't the cleanest of beds, and wasn't exactly made, but it was perfect. To a guy like him who thought the world was revolving around him too fast, this bed was heaven.

He laid down, silent and quiet, trying to make sense of things. She did say something about a doctor, didn't she?

" No...no doctors." he said silently, looking upwards. It appeared that after lying down, the old man became calmer, better. " The one who bought me here is a...a doctor."

He said this with a definite bitterness in his tone, and a welling tear in the corner of his eye.

... It was no use. The old man might have had the strength to stand up momentarily, but moving around was apparently too much to ask for. Vikky made sure to support him as he almost fell, and then softly guided the old man back to bed. Oh, she needed to have someone watch this old guy. It would have been perfect if she could ask someone, just someone to stay here while she got a doctor, or reverse. But… wait, he said… no doctors? But… Gee. How am I supposed to help you then? Vikky gazed down on the old man in her bed with a confused look.

“But… how am I supposed to help you then? You… need help…” Vikky said, a little tear of panic coming from her own eye. “I… I don’t need you dying in my bed here… really not… I can’t help you like this…” Vikky stood beside him with slightly shaking legs. … She didn’t even know if his condition was that serious, but her inner paranoia told her to expect the worst at all times. But… why was this old guy here, anyway!? A doctor brought him!? One of the researchers down at the lab, perhaps!? What did they want with him!?

Questions swam about Vikky’s head as she stared down on the weak old man…

" No, I don't need help." he said, easing to a better position. " I just need to lie down, is all."

He had suddenly seemingly found the fountain of youth, but for him it was something better. He had achieved two of his plans so far...to be bought to the girl's room, and to be watched over by the girl. It was quite easy. Now all he had to do was to make the girl believe in his cover stories, enough for her to get comfortable with him. Coercion rather than forcible negotiations was always better, and he always preferred their eventual downfall to be peaceful. They were much more agreeable in that state.

He straightened up, his head not swimming anymore. He looked at the door as if willing it to close, and then asked for a glass of water before beginning his story.

" This...doctor...said he knew where my granddaughter was." started the old man. " Said there was something wrong with her, and that I gotta come along. I asked what was wrong...just wouldn't answer. He simply looked at me with a worried expression."

He eagerly waited for the water.

" When I arrived here, I thought I saw him standing in the airport next to my granddaughter." he continued. " Before I knew it, he was gone. It was just me and my granddaughter, before anything else happened and I lost consciousness."

... She had to believe him. If he said he’d be alright, then she’d be forced to hope he’d be alright. After all… he didn’t appear to be going anywhere, and he’d reject any notion of bringing someone to have a look at him. … Gee… Lancelot, what are you doing here, and why…? OK, so Vikky was asked to get him a glass of water. While doing so she also closed the door, she wasn’t all that excited about a rumor that she was bringing older men into her room in the afternoon coming out into the school gossip. She’d rather avoid that, in fact. Vikky sighed at the thoughts of what they might believe was going on in here… oh, gee. Worry about that some other time. For now, water.

So, Vikky listened to him as she brought him a glass of water. She listened to him, as she pulled a chair from beside her table to sit on beside her bed. … But… that sounded so strange… why would they have…? “… The doctor contacted you on the mainland, said something was wrong with her, and brought you along without saying what was wrong…? Then both he and your granddaughter awaited you… then they were both gone?” Vikky stared silently and hesitantly at him. Why… would they have done such a thing? Why did they need an old man? What… were they getting at? Vikky sat there, confused… “Did you get the name of the doctor…?”

" Sadly, that I didn't do." he said, thanking her for the water. " He just...well, he just said he was a doctor here, and me, poor county boy that I am, didn't suspect a thing."

He looked at her while she went back and forth to see her clothes. She was dressed in the standard school uniform, but she had the skin and body of a girl barely in her teens. She was one delightful petite package, ones that promised fun and excitement the monster had always been searching for. For a moment, he allowed himself to show a bit of his visage...a demonic green, fork tongue coming out to lick his lips in anticipation. Then he drew them in the moment she turned back to face him. It went like that always; the moment she would turn back to face him, he drew his tongue back in.

He continued as he drank the water she gave him.

" She was such a bright kid...good to her parents, and my pride and joy as well." he said. " There was nothing wrong with her. Why did they have to bring her here?"

He drank again, before he spoke all too familiarly.

" How about you, missy?" he asked the girl. " What brings you here on this darned campus?"

“That... doesn’t help us at all...” Vikky said as her head sank a little bit when he said he hadn’t caught the name. Well, it was true. Oh, gee… What would she do now? This old guy was most likely in some form of danger, otherwise they wouldn’t have brought him here. … Now that she thought about it, they probably knew he was in here… but she had to bet they didn’t. Alright… Vikky tried to solidify her determination. His granddaughter was out there being raped by a monster at this time… she’d be back, although possibly in a poor condition. When she came, Vikky would have made sure to know where she lived, take contact with her and seek more information from there. Hopefully, that would be able to answer the old man’s questions… Why would they bring her here, he asked? Unfortunately… that was probably a joint decision that was merely uninformed of what truly happened at this school…

“Me?” Vikky looked up from her moment of thinking too much on the situation. He had asked why she was here. “Gee, don’t ask that…” Vikky looked away a bit. “It is an embarrassing reason…” … Gee, Vikky… just be honest to the old man, you’ve got him curious… So Vikky took a slightly deep breath and looked back at Lancelot.

“Gee, I guess I could tell you.” She was slightly embarrassed, but she smiled lightly too. It was so foolish a reason to destroy one’s own life with, after all. Such a silly reason… She had to smile at it. “At home, I had a boyfriend. A very nice and strong one, too. I was planning on going to college with him, so we could live together while we were. But…” Vikky sighed… it was partly his fault… “Vilmer chose to go to an all-boys school. I couldn’t follow. I… had a little argument with him because of that. Then… I decided to punish him by going to an all-girls school completely out of his reach, and then see how he was doing when I came back and he’d have suffered my absence a bit…” Vikky looked a little down. Of course, the risk that he had left her behind by now… was significant. “Though… I think I suffered more… I had no idea this school was… for such a silly reason I was caught in… this…” … The chance of Vilmer’s school being a monster-school was… severely limited.

“Gee… I’m quite the idiot, ain't I…?” Vikky lowered her head and her eyes to look down in her lap for a moment, clearly feeling down for what had happened to her due to her own foolish selfish decision…

The demon threw his head back. Here he was, languishing in some form in some nameless room with a previously nameless girl, who he now knew as 'Vikky' based on the jackets and names he'd seen when he entered. She was currently giving a nice rhetoric about what had happened to her and why she was here. Well, now, talk about getting comfortable. He only had to turn this up a notch.

" There, now." he said, his voice still solemn, due to his 'granddaughter going missing', and partly because of his 'charade'. " Young 'uns are entitled to make mistakes as much as everyone else, so don't you go blamin' yourself for that."

He laid back on the bed. This has gone rated G long enough, and the demon can't think of any other help other than that specific part of his anatomy which aided him when the girl was already in the throes of ecstasy. Nothing like aphrodisiac cum to bring them over the edge and into the abyss. But how about this? He can't move in here. She was there, sitting beside him, and maybe...just maybe...

He looked at his empty glass.

" Can I ask for some juice before we continue?" he said.

The windowsill was a perfect spot to place the droplet. Once she turned around, he would dip into his trousers for a small drop of the cum that had leaked out because of his arousal. This should be interesting as well...each girl reacted differently to the persuasive powers of that famous member of his anatomy. What should her reaction be? He would find out sooner, if not later.

... Of course the old man tried to comfort her. Vikky had put herself in a situation as if screaming ‘COMFORT MEEEEE…!!!’ … And now she was feeling guilty about it. Oh, gee, Vikky… Even if the old man said she was entitled a mistake or two, that didn’t reduce the severity of this mistake. Not that she had known coming here was a mistake… But she had nobody to blame for this but herself. It was her own foolish decision to go here because she wanted to punish her boyfriend… oh.

“Right away.” Vikky said, standing up swiftly to get some juice for the old man and she was in fact pleased with receiving an objective to accomplish. With a small smile on her lips the girl went over to the fridge, wondering if she had any juice… and a small inner triumph arose when she discovered that she did. Vikky happily picked up the box with juice in it, and then headed over to the old man with a new glass. She filled up the new glass with juice and then handed it to Lancelot. Afterwards, she’d then place the box on the floor for potential refill and sat down on the chair again, looking at the old man and wondering what to do now…

When the girl returned, the deed had been done.

Moving with quiet determination, the old demon had slipped his hand inside his trousers. True enough, the events from earlier, and the prospect of being in the girl's room had caused him to leak some of that precious aphrodisiac of his out. He'd dabbed his finger on the head to get a droplet of it. With a tiny droplet, he smeared it on the windowsill of her room. The cool air quickly dried it up as it blew into the room; there was no doubt, that tiny droplet would soon make it's presence felt in here.

She returned with a pitcher and a glass, and poured liquid into the pitcher for the old demon's comfort. He smiled in acknowledgement, and took the glass from her and drunk its contents. He placed it on the table beside the bed afterwards.

" How do you even live here?" he said, although the room was enough to sustain a student. " I mean, how do you find this school, is it wonderful?"

The premise wasn't even bad for him...a school in the middle of nowhere and an entire island dedicated to it. There was virtually no sign of any faculty building here, and no sign of authority anywhere. It appeared to the old demon that the students were left alone to fend for themselves and to build a community around themselves. That wasn't bad, wasn't bad at all. As to any worry she might've had about being seen with an old codger in her room, he highly doubted it. The noise signifying that anyone at all was active outside was few and far between; it seemed most of the student body preferred to be outside, evident by the sound carried inside by the wind blowing freely.