She sighs and shakes here head, spinning about on her heels. “As for being friends that boat sailed months back.

“I'm not going to neglect my duties or anything like that but don't expect me to go out of my way for you either. It's bad enough that I have -”

Daphnee fell silent tracing over the bell color that Bria could not perceive so it looked as if Daphnee had some nervous tick.

“Anyway, I need to start watching the other students as well … it get's tiring Bria. I'm just tired of it. Now there is a few hours before curfew and I have some light left. I can see by the way you are dressed that you have a class to get to and I think I'm going to get a little practice in so unless there's something else you need to discuss then I assume we are done here.”

She laid it all out there. Bria meekly nods at it all. “No, there's nothing else ma'am.” She bows. "Thank you for your time.”

Her eyes glisten with tears as she dips her head in a bow as she is made to relive matters in her mind as she was not fully aware as to what to expect but that could have gone better … though it would have been worse too so she was walking away from this matter no better or worse then she had entered into it.

The demon sat watching. He weighed each and licked his lips, not even aware he was doing so, as he did so. The girl Daphnee was interesting and appeared to have been through a lot and seems to bear a continuing burden. The girl Bria, while not innocent, seemed to be a much less troubled soul. She seemed to need her apology to count, and yet Daphnee appeared to have zero desire to let bygones be bygones. Bria seemed truly distraught at not being given redemption and broke into tears, as if Daphnee was her last chance at having a friend.

Both seemed perfect prey to the demon, relative loners, a flaw that made them easy to isolate and enjoy. His sense of justice was torn. Bria made a desperate appeal at apology, yet without knowing why she was apologizing and what had scared her into the apology, he couldn't properly weigh the level of betrayal. Although the mention of a slime demon mixed with his own plans for one of these two lovelies, he could begin to guess at what it entailed. Daphnee on the other hand dismissed what was definitely a heart-felt apology out of hand, yet some lines once crossed can't be uncrossed.

Slowly rising onto his 4 legs he pondered his decision, although it appeared his time to choose was running out.

Well that was a waste of time. At least she didn't have to rebuff any futile attempts to pull at her heart strings given what Wraith made them do to each other. So the day was a bust, and such lazy days were exceedingly rare too, that was what made it worse perhaps.

It wasn't as if Bria did something so horrid that it revolted her. She had gone through quite a bit as it was and didn't have time to get mixed up in someone like that. Suffice it to say the other monster had her already, she didn't know all the details, she wasn't there but she could guess it entitled I'm going to rape you or I'll stop raping you …

Both scenarios pointed to finding a substitute though Daphnee was of the mind set that once you we caught you didn't seek to better yourself at the expense of another but she supposed some of these things were twisted in making a girl walk down that path though Marlin had not seemed inclined that way.

It would be dinner time soon, she would loose the light soon and went back to her dorm briefly to fetch her latest creation Rocco, the scared white suited mobster that had a snappy tongue. She was feeling a bit blah and the crass humor might help her entertain herself. Like a novelists her puppets came to life in unexpected ways.

Karen, her roommate was in. Bitch. The two German-Americans never got along but Daphnee wasn't in longer than was necessary to pack Rocco into a case and head to the theater department. The building was unlocked right now and the next class was at six so she had more than an hour to herself.

Setting up the stole and a full length mirror so she could view herself she got Rocco out and sat him in her lap after she was seated.

“Hello, Rocco, how's it been.”

“I ogle a pair of tits that aren't yours and you toss me aside for over a month.”

“Closer to two but if you like I can toss your ass back in the closet.”

“No thanks so what bug crawled up your ass?”

“Bria.”

Rocco hissed. “Come to the dark side, I thought you weren't into the chick thing.”

“I'm not. She's just pissing me off.”

“So, this Bria, is she hot?” Rocco paused. “Of course she can't be hotter than you,”

Daphnee snorted as if she didn't believe this. “That's not hard. No, she isn't thinking and since I can't talk to anyone else -”

“Therapy from a Dummy to a Dummy block head.”

The demon watched and it appeared the apology was over. Daphnee heard and rejected why Bria offered. Ultimately he decided to follow the strange purple haired girl. Most out of curiosity as to what she would be practicing. In the grand scale, whether she had been betrayed was important, but at the time they had been no more than strangers.

He left the teary eyed girl behind making a mental note of her, perhaps he would visit her another time. Setting off behind the purple haired vixen he stalked her back to her dorm room. He slipped his large invisible bulk inside and cursed his luck. Not only did she have a room mate, but the room mate was in. Luckily she grabbed something and headed back out.

Curiosity settled in and he followed her out to the theater department. Checking the class schedule outside he had over an hour before the next scheduled class. He wandered into the large area and noticed she set up a mirror and had an odd puppet seated on her lap.

The demon moved down the aisle and watched as she began talking to the strange wooden object. She appeared to be talking to it, but surprisingly it answered her. The joke were raunchy and the demon approved. Moving closer he noticed her throat barely moving when the dummy talked, yet her lips did not. Now what a strange occupation thought the demon?

Daphnee is unaware that she has an audience though if she knew or suspect that there was someone out their her material would have been different than it was now. So she pressed on with the show. It was perhaps the only way for her to vent seeing that she was on her own.

Shrinks did no good and all she could talk about had been the delusions she use to suffer through but nothing concurrent. To make matters worse she had two years … she had figured out that there was something going on at graduation an that had messed her up a bit.

“So, anyway, she wanted to talk.”

“Uh huh, go one, so did you two, you know ..”

“I already told you -”

“Come on, all girl school and with all the choices with the pretty things here. Not a single ugly chick.”

“Well, there is one.”

“Karen?”

“She's not ugly, well on the outside … anyway, Bria snatches me and brings up Marlin and the stuff with Wraith. It's not as if I can go back and change them … it's not as if they were horrid in comparison to other matters.”

“Such as?”

“Strangulation, drowning, being boiled alive that was fun … then there was what I had to go through with Therion,” she shuddered and teared up a little but the tears never fell, she just smile at the puppet. Well, I won that one I think.”

The demon listened as she continued, moving closer. It appears as though she had been through many ordeals on the island at the hands of his brethren. She mentions tortures that only demons and crueler psychic entities would inflict, and he should know, having dealings with most of them.

The demon was going to have his fun there was simply no doubting that, yet he felt inclined to help her with her remaining years. Maybe provide her the right outlook to not simply survive but to retain some semblance of a life. Obviously talking to the wooden puppet and shunning a possible friend did not seem the healthiest way to approach a bad situation. As he was contemplating his offer and coming to the stairs to ascend to the stage, his large bulbous tail swung into one of the chairs causing it to thud as the seat piece bumped into the backrest and swung slightly.

She had been oblivious to his presence and had given up on life before she had come to this school even, those wrist guards serving to conceal the scars … scars that only Vera and Anne had seen. Scars that would forever be a reminder even if she rarely say them herself.

Numerous doctors later she had just been accepting her lot in life, then her first night her changed so much of her out look. Mister Timmons, one of her puppets, was destroyed in rage by her own hands, he had seen her shame, he would have relayed her suffering to the others … Rocco had been fashioned in his place.

Her ability to make puppets had been good, though it was clear that she was just existing especially now with danger lurking all about from not just monsters striking from the shadows but her fellow students as well. No doubt she had been through a lot and possibly a great deal more if what she speculated was true … she had yet to discover that they were on a different world though at one point she discovered a space ship that she assumed was a visitor to the planet. She didn't have things like the ADD to look towards since she could no imagine hem and Kakumoah would only refuse to answer things he could not speak of rather than volunteering information.

Daphnee had wondered what sort of truth her Mistress spoke, how deeply this went … the school was involved and through Therion she discovered hat her Mistress did know of these monsters but refused to speak of them not that she could do so now though even under the threat of punishment.

There was mention of keeping her, did Vera have he clot or was hat a lie to keep her from he truth? Her sole reason for surviving was o continue her servitude.

She tried not to think of it too much as she continued her own pathetic instigation but the sound of the chair gets her to jump off the stool, Rocco spiraling o the floor to land in a heap as her gaze swung in the direction of the sound though she saw nothing her danger sense kicked in. If she were set on t the track field she would have assumed she was being set up again by her fellow student.

“Who's there!” Her gaze swinging about though she was unable to locate him she did take a few steps back out of instinct.

The demon watched the girl startle to the unexpected noise. She landed on her firm backside and quickly shot to her feet and took a couple steps back. In response to her question, the demon simply chose to appear to sight.

As the shimmering fade around him faded, he appeared strong and tall. He stood at the top of the stairs on stage. His four legs unnerving to human eyes, with two knees bending in opposite direction from the other two. Behind his muscular frame waved his bulbous two-foot wide tail. His thick arms hung nonthreatening down at his sides, ending in normal hands minus the sharpened claws that tipped each finger and thumb. Underneath his short spiky brown hair were two gleaming green eyes that seemed to pierce through her. Below his angular nose was a simple upturned smile, as he was confident as to who would always be in-control between the two of them.

No need to run Daphnee, nor would you be able to escape me anyway. While we both know why I have come to visit you, I have come to give you a choice. In answer to your question, they call me the slimer.

The demon watched her carefully to see how she reacted to his sudden appearance, although his trailing her this afternoon gave him an idea as to how she would react, he prepared to chase nonetheless.

What had been revealed to him was the oddest looking creature she had seen by far. He was too close for her to hope to get very far. In a way it was like a dog, run and they were sure to chase you down and possible bite you.

He was smug about it, no doubt he was no stranger to this and nor was she though a sigh left her lips.

“Yeah, I know the drill. Did Bria put you up to this?” She doubted it given the elapsing in time, had he shown up sooner she would have just assumed the worse of her.

“Not that it matters I guess ...” She had a habit of scanning the terrain and knew that their was a fire extinguisher she could use and some stage props but unless he was slow she probably wouldn't make it.

He seemed to be amicable right now and certainly the day hadn't gone as she intended … she looked back at the strange creature. “Alright. Fine …” If she could just get this over with, practice looked like it would end here for the day.

How did he know her name? She supposed that wasn't important. “What's the choice? Fight or flight?”

The demon smiled when she didn't bolt for it, confirming his suspicions. Keeping his tentacles ready to extend out from the flesh under his arms should she look to bolt, he took a single step towards her.

Fight or flight? Well you can certainly run or fight back if you wish, but we both know how that would end. No Daphnee, that is hardly a choice now is it. I know it seems like most the choices in your life must seem as meaningless though, the Demon's voice rumbled lowly in the theater. Taking another slow step towards her with his back legs moving in strange synchronization with the front he bent down and retrieved the odd wooden creature.

My offer is simple he said examining the puppet, then he glanced up and behind him at the clock mounted on the wall we have a little under an hour remaining before a class is scheduled to arrive here. You can be my sex puppet for that time obeying my wishes much like your little friend here obeys you... the demon looked down and saw the hole for his hand and inserted it.

Lifting it up he looked at Daphnee with Rocco, and moved the mouth as his lips moved, no attempt in the slightest to throw his voice, or you can have me visit you willingly for the next week and I can help you? You may be thinking to yourself how can I help? Well, I am not unfamiliar with undesirable circumstances and yes torture, having been on both the receiving and giving end. I can help you to make yourself as unfeeling, and as uncaring, as this friend of yours. With that he drops the puppet in a heap back on the stage.

Then he takes another step towards Daphnee. Your final option I leave for you to consider is one of revenge. I find it odd to think your friend Bria betrayed you again after her attempted apology earlier. Should you wish to betray her as she betrayed you, I will take her for my pleasures in your stead and you will have one less on this island to worry about bothering you in the future. Consider carefully, the clock is ticking... the demon says, giving another glance up and behind at the clock.

He was right, it would be hopeless to fight back or try to escape. In the end it would accomplish nothing though she held her ground as he approached fighting the instinct to back pedal further.

“I am aware how that would play out. Those three options … I'm unused to them and while I felt that Bria was trying to get me to lower my guard I cannot bring myself to do what she did to better herself at the expense of another.

“I'll admit, I don't really like her right now and while it would be great to have one less thing to worry about. The first option is appealing in that I think I can manage an hour or so without too much of a problem but I do not know what those commands would be, for all I know it could be one long torture session.

“I've had those sessions too and haven't cared for them. I suppose the second is the most appealing though it has no time constraints on it I'm willing to bet if you had no worry about hurrying matters along you may be more docile, I could be wrong, I've never encountered you before so I wouldn't know for certain.

“Provided we met anywhere other than my dorm … there's an area near the track field that is secluded. While you take the risk that I don't show, it's a small island, you know where about to find me and I'm sure if I pull a no show you'll show me some of those torture techniques, am I close?”

The demon smiled, a little surprised that she did not betray her friend although it did show the level of character she possessed. That and the fact she didn't run meant she would most likely show for her "appointments," making the risk he would have to hunt her down low.

Why you know me so well already. I look forward to our meeting tomorrow. While I'm sure you have the best of intentions, what is this location? Someone in my position has a necessary need to be discreet.

The demon gave her a brilliant smile and stepped right in front of the young lady, close enough that she could smell him. The demon gave off an unusual smell, one of oak trees mixed with a hint of ocean spray. As a chemist he had created the scent, and surprisingly it had done well on the intergalactic markets.

Once I scout the location, I will expect you to be there each day at sundown. I will ensure you safety back to your dorms. The demon raised one of his hands looking for a handshake to seal the bargain.

“Behind the tool shed 0n the opposite side of the track field just beyond it the trees make a blind … what, everyday … for how long?” She had to reconsider, while unpleasant an hour of torture did free her up for other matters though she did not like that …

“I got five classes this semester and usually kept very busy. I rarely get to practice my ventriloquism any more I don't think I could manage every day and be truthful to keep to those appointments. A few days a week is even difficult though I think I'd be able to honor that better.”

She had a habit of being truthful and as honest with her deals as possible but it looked like she was going to be in for another torture session. It did seem odd to her that he had such an interest in her though when there were so many others.

It got even more tempting to toss Bria under the bus but she knew she wouldn't but all that was left was finagling the deal a bit. If it was more than thrice a week then it looked as if she would have to go with option one instead.



Then it had clicked, she had misheard and jumped the gun already thinking of how hard it would be to maintain matters indefinitely. A week … that was hard, her work would pile up seeing that she did not have the option to get to it right away.

“I misunderstood,” she said. “I was getting ahead of myself there.”

Though it meant that her work load would suffer she had come to realize that flunking out or acing all her work had little bearing on the future. Still she considered it carefully. Her Mistress would not like it is she wasn't placing forth a reasonable effort. It could be all over in an hour …

There was no telling if he was a sun down to sun up sort of monster or had something shorter in mind each night. In the end she took that hand though, it was going to be a busy next few weeks perhaps but only time would tell for certain. “Deal.”

The demon took her slender hand in his own. He shook on the bargain, and as he did so he noticed the strange wrist coverings. Dismissing it he remembered one other he had met who had tried to terminate her existence, maybe she needed his "help" more than another hour spent pleasuring him. While he certainly had his own pleasures in mind, he saw no reason to not divulge some personal knowledge to this student as well. Perhaps she may be even one of the lucky few to be rescued and he may run across her again down the road? Who knew, life was funny that way. It certainly was a small galaxy out there.

I shall see you tomorrow then Daphnee. I look forward to it... the demon said sincerely, although he knew she would most likely be dreading an encounter with the demon. Not only one, but 7 that she had readily agreed to.

After they shook the demon stepped back and activated his invisibility and was gone. He would stick around to watch he leave before leaving himself to scout their proposed meeting area, and then returning to his ship and cave for some sleep and to retrieve supplies for the following days activities.