She was dreading it only in so far that she didn't know what to expect. How long, he did mention torture and not just one but seven torture sessions … but he seemed pleasant enough, there were those that were as long as they were pleased she had learned that she could remain on their good side and there were those that were pleased just by harming her.

She had agreed to a future meeting once before though the encounter wasn't to hurried before a class got there but at night she had not found it so bad, in fact that was how she was figuring out this whacky place.

So it was not the prospect of pleasure that was off putting it was the unknown. She gathered up Rocco (if he left him) and would meet at the designated spot a little early she did not want to be late and figured there was no harm to making an early showing as they would not begin until sundown.

Daphnee sat with her back to a tree and set a back pack on the ground at her side. She had a knack for going around prepared all the time and even took too packing extra clothes to avoid the embarrassing encounters of sneaking back into the dorms or what no if she encountered on of the aggressive sorts.

She was sipping from a bottled water and snacking on a small bag of potato chips since she did not have time for dinner tonight, after all she was pretty busy and did not wish to be late to the agreed upon appointment.

The demon approved of her spot and headed to the meeting as planned. He carried with him a satchel of supplies as he moved invisibly along. He arrived a few minutes before the nearest star set, what the students called the sunset. Before him he was slightly shocked to see Daphnee, not only early but relaxed against the trunk of one of the trees comprising the blind.

He moved out from the trees behind her and dropped the bag he had carried. Please finish your meal, as we have all night if necessary, and we shall begin when you are ready.

While the demon certainly had his pleasure in mind ultimately, he was a creature of his word, and he did truly intend to impart some valuable knowledge on his pretty pet. His method may leave something to be desired by the chaste.

He sat down next to her as she ate, his aroma filling the air, and asked a familiar question.

She turned her head when she heard the satchel drop, no surprised to hear it hit the ground. She did get a little nervous seeing that she was unaware what was in that bag though, perhaps her assessment of the situation had been wrong, perhaps this was going to be seven long torture sessions and she was better off taking the one yesterday for a little more than an hour though she gave her word and it was too late to back out of things.

Though the day was a little chilly (for a tropical island) she came from Boston and was use to temperate weather so she was wearing clothes similar to that of the other day.

Her top was green and sleeveless with spaghetti straps though she wore simple earrings the only other accessories she had where the black leather wrist guards she wore and the invisible bell affixed to the invisible collar about her neck.

She had her hair tied back in a pony tail and wore boats sitting cross legged she drew in the not so unpleasant scent as he neared.

She had continued eating the chips as she nodded to his words though she could not help but to steal glances at him coming short of staring.

“Thanks, I was sort of in a rush today to get everything done so I couldn't make dinner. The cafeteria is great but you have to be on their time table.” When she finished the chips she took a sip of her water, placed it away and got out an apple. She had the time to finish it, placed the core into the bag of chips and placed the trash in her bag. With the trees it was tough for her to determine if it where sunset though the sun had sunk beneath the tree line, close enough she had thought..

“Hm, sorry missed that I was too distracted. Forgive me from staring too it's just that I've never seen someone with your physiology before. I am ready now though, what was the question?” She stood as ready as she'd ever be.

No need to be ashamed of staring. My body is quite unique, even for members of my own kind. If you have questions ask. These scars are a reminder I leave of the painful event that transformed me fully into this creature you see before you, the demon said pointing to scars that crisscrossed his impressive chest. The demon shuffled his four legs and bent down towards the sack. Reaching inside he retrieved a simple strip of cloth.

Daphnee come to me and we shall begin. The demon held the cloth in one hand, down at his side while he beckoned the student to approach. The cloth was not more than 3 inches wide and a respectable 2 feet long of yellow silk.

The demon waited to see if she had the courage to willing approach her agreed to fate, trying to keep his pose as unthreatening as possible, at least as possible as it is for a 7 foot tall 4 legged demon standing in the twilight. The silk was simply a blindfold, and he would place it on should she approach.

She looks to the revealed cord, hesitant but true to her word as she approaches. Her apology accepted and I did not look as if he were in a threatening pose or not. That could easily change of course, she knew that though Daphnee hadn't been getting any weird vibes fro him either.

He had his share of scars as did she had once had hers until healed of them. For a moment she had wondered f they were self inflicted too as she steps forward, hat blind fold robbing her of sight.

Even now she was a little timid, even after Vex and Vera it was hard for her mind to shake off pain from bondage and the blindfold trip memories of bondage. Still, she accepted he blindfold seeing nothing other than the back of that cloth.

“Alright, I can't see. Seven seasons was what I agreed to?” As if the question she already knew the answer for could distract her from what was to come.

The demon lifted her pony-tail as he tied the ends of the blindfold into place. Seven sessions were agreed to, the demon said as he nodded to himself, have you changed your mind already? He finished the question with a slight laugh.

Once the blindfold was in place, he checked his work, swinging his hand as if he were about to slap her face, only to stop an inch from her beautiful face. When she didn't even flinch, he knew she was prepared to receive her first lesson.

Alright Daphnee, we are ready to begin now. First, please kneel where you are. Next clear your mind. Imagine infinite space, no stars, simply blackness stretching from horizon to horizon, infinite in its inky depths. While you focus, I am giving you a second more important task. The demons voice rumbled as he gave his "student" instructions. The rumbling came from behind her, his voice even and calm.

I want you to focus on your breathing. Let it be the only thing in this new universe. Focus on every breath in your nose and pause slightly as your lungs fill, then focus on each exhale, out through your mouth, the demon said waiting and watching her pert lovely lips.

“No,” she answered with a shake of her head. “I was just reconfirming.” More like distracting herself from the moment at hand. She was more than a little nervous not knowing what was in that satchel after all.

She did as commanded kneeling down. “Focus? OK ...” She attempted to do just that, to envision the world as a blackness. Her breathing filled her ears along with the steady beat of her heart though as more time passed without anything happening o her she calmed more and that heartbeat diminished to a nice and even stage.

Daphnee could envision a starless void, a blackness that stretched out as far as she could see in all directions. Here in this vision there was no blindfold though there was nothing to see, just a black darkness in all directions.

Daphee kneed and obeyed and the demon was pleased. Normally the demon would have taken his helpless prey but he was a being of his word. His lesson was to impart on the student something invaluable.

Focus on the nothing, once the nothing is everything, your entire existence, begin to focus on your breathing. The simple intake of life giving air, followed by the expulsion of your breath. The in, your life continued, the out, a release of all. Focus until your breathing is all that exists. Not your mind, not stray thoughts, not your body, not school, not time, simply the breathing in and out. The demons rumbling bass monotones the instructions as she kneels in place.

The blindfold was simply a mechanism to enhance Daphnee's focus and not vital at all. The mental visual of darkness, simply a focus to begin.

This is true meditation, masters have been said to be able to enter a trance that mimics death. With practice you can escape your body and thoughts and simply be. Focus on your breathing until nothing else exists or matters. You will only achieve what you aim to with this practice. Now I will allow you to practice, ignore all and focus on breathing in and out... the demon says and walks to a tree and sits, watching the beauty meditate.

Depending on her efforts he allows her to meditate until she gives up, or until the suns rays begin to pierce the darkness.

She had been doing well up to this point or as well as could be expected. Each passing second melted away some of her nerves though when he had mention a sort of escape she faltered a little, allowing her mind to trace over that before she caught herself exploring those sorts of thoughts.

Turning her focus back to the matter at hand Daphnee continues with the exercise appreciating the fact that he had seemed to be honorable at least. By this stage she would freely give up her body if that meant an easier time of matters.

Time was irrelevant in this place and while their were the stray slip ups that was to be expected. She refocused each time and started anew as the darkness and breathing became all she knew. A random thought, she had started over again and again though as more time passed the easier it became to clear her mind, at least until the light became a distraction which made it difficult o concentrate on the darkness about her.

“I'm, I'm having a bit of trouble now.” She would admit until he stopped her.

The demon stood up at admonition, and walked over to the kneeling beauty. He reached forward and lifting her silky pony-tail and untied the blindfold.

The light may be a little harsh, so take it slowly, the demon's voice caution in light of the approaching dawn.

Congratulations, you did amazingly. With meditation you can conquer almost anything, and bear almost anything. With true practice you can achieve a meditative state, without the blindfold, and regardless of what is happening around you or to you. Tomorrow night I will give you a more advanced technique to work on... the demon said and offering her a hand to help her to her feet, realizing she may be stiff from maintaining the same pose for so many hours (a problem many of his prey have encountered).

The light caused her to squint and blink a few times until her eyes could bare it. Helped up her knees ached from the long hours and felt a little stiff though she had been on them before for longer thanks to Therion and his night long torment of her in one fashion or another where she had been confined to one spot for so long, not that she had been restrained but due to the nature of the matter she was unable to move from that spot.

“Thank you,” she drew one leg back so she was standing on one to stretch it out then the next to work out any kinks that had been there. Did that count as a session? She had thought that he would have had other nefarious things in mind and she had to wonder about this practice and training.

If she were to shut things out did that mean that he would attempt to break her concentration though the application of pain. She could not say one way or the other.

“Same time and place tomorrow or did you have a different venue in mind?”

You are quite welcome, and yes this location at dusk will work fine unless you have another location you would prefer? The demon asked the question curious as to if he would need to scout out another potential locale.

The demon's eyes drank in her form and even though he was helping the girl, he knew his pleasure was come. Had he been able to read her mind, he would have laughed at her foreshadowing thoughts.

How do you feel? The demon asked, wondering if she felt as rejuvenated as he did after a meditation, which was part of how he "rested" and recharged. Any questions Daphnee?

“The art room …” as a Prefect it would be easy for her to gain admittance there after hours. Though she knew his pleasure was to come she had to wonder if it would be at her pain, she was not of the mind to think that it was a no seeing how some liked to play games and snatch certain victory from the jaws of defeat shattering any hope a student had left and while it had been her hope to escape all this it was discouraging to think that was less and less likely.

“Other then stiff knees … I don't get how those Japanese do it, then again I guess I just did.” Had she managed to tune it out that much, she had felt the ache initially and yet managed to push beyond it to a state where only breathing and the darkness mattered.

“Refreshed, I do have a question, perhaps more of a concern but I'll find out when and if it crops up so no, no I do not have anything pressing at the moment.”

The demon wondered at her desire to change the location, and it rose a few alarms in his head. A monster did not truly fearing for his well-being, but more they desired to avoid breaking the rules and be banned from the island permanently. He would have to make sure and check out the location prior to their meeting.

Not one to show concern, The art room would be fine if you are more comfortable there. I'm truly glad you are refreshed. If you have a pressing concern, please feel free to ask, otherwise I will see you tomorrow night at the art room for our second session... The demon reached for his bag and paused before leaving, giving her a chance to ask any question that may be lingering...

“It should be. The rising sun shouldn't be too much of a distraction indoors with the blinds closed and that room is spacious enough.” She had many classes in the art department, mostly the performing arts though. She had not been attempting a rouse of any sort though, just a change that could be a benefit.

She did harp on the term second session, so this had counted for one. She had thought it would entail sex and she realized that at least one of the remaining sessions would include it unless for some reason he did not wish to indulge upon her in that way though Daphnee remained very doubtful to that.

“No, nothing pressing.” She kept her concerns to herself seeing that amending their meetings was probably out and the less ideas she gave him in that regard the better.

She had met him in the Art Room at the specified time. Since it was after hours and she had been off duty that evening she wore a pair of denim blue shorts with her black and purple stripped stockings, black boots and a tank top though she wore her green trench coat with the German flag stitched on the top of the sleeves.

Her hair was in pig tails and she wore her wrist guards and as usual the collar that could not be perceived by humans given the enchantment Therion placed over it. She was listening to her beat up iPod waiting for his arrival, skulls painted on the white ear buds.