The demon's interest in the benign little case grew as she palmed it and the camcorder and headed out the door. Quick to follow after he wondered if he had missed his chance to obtain the recording, ignorant of what he was looking at. He followed her closely as she made her way to the Visual Arts department. Inside she spoke with a kind looking, older man. Video editing, he wondered? Damn it, he had been looking at the evidence all along . He thinks perhaps he can grab the evidence here without raising a ruckus?

She moved off to one of the computer labs, they all had their doors wide open and had multimedia computers sitting on the tables in front of the chairs. It seemed the old man had been in charge of monitoring the usage of these labs. With all the doors open, he would not have a lot of time if he decided to act. Instead, he decides to wait for confirmation that Midori truly does possess what he is looking for. As she opens the square jeweled case he sees the round disc inside and almost wanted to smack himself.

While not up to date on more mundane human technology he was familiar with computers in general. While systems varied, the math behind computer principles was almost universal. So he watched as she work.

At first he was a little disappointed, this wasn't the disc, as interviews with students began to play. Then, she pressed a few buttons and the disc skipped interview by interview until she arrived at a scene he remembered quite vividly. It seems the room was rather dark and the lighting from the desk side lamp made a lot of details hard to make out.

The recording seemed to begin shortly after his arrival and wasn't the greatest of quality as it repeatedly tried to refocus to account for the unusual lighting. Yet, his inhumane form and the way he used Terry was beyond evident. Excited he had located the disc he debated simply ejecting and smashing it on the spot, but then she would know he had found her and a lesson remained to be taught. So instead he waited to see what she did on the computer and he would decide from there.

First I uploaded the information and popped out the disc putting a blank in from my bag I labeled the case “INTERVIEWS” and burned those files over. It did not take long at all and while I could get into all that editing crap later the project wasn't due until the end of the week and there were more important matters to get to.

The next case I labeled “ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND”. Though the title did not fit this had dealt with encountering entities from another dimension and not world. It took even less time to burn a copy though I had not been done there placing a third disc in and labeling the case “CLEAN UP”

But instead of burning files over this time I loaded up what I had uploaded earlier and started to work with the editing apps to enhance the lighting, cropping the image …

Poor Teresa … I shook my head at what was happening though I did manage to clean up the picture a little. You could see slime on the sheets now, the lighting was a bit brighter and I perked up looking to the door. The Professor was still gone so I turned up the audio a bit to here it better before beginning to filter out sounds though there was no outside noise, no sounds of students in the halls though it was late there was nothing … no animals outside, just a stillness …

“Odd … no sound ...” I had yet to learn of the whole lack of wild life here sticking to my schedule for the most part and not exploring in any real fashion save for finding my classes. I had never been one to find much joy in things such as going to the beach or having a hike … such things were pointless to me and I could not see the beauty in nature itself when my life had been such shit so far with the accept ion of meeting Armand.

There were sounds, cries, pledging, moaning but nothing external. The squeak of bed springs … next was changing the voice print of Teresa's voice so it would not be recognizable as such and then I tinkered around with other details before burning a copy.

Finally I deleted the upload from the computer though I was no wiz and some nerd out there could retrieve it if they knew what to look for though I had always been the sort of girl to think that deleted was deleted and beyond retrieving so the file ceased to exist after I went into the Recycling Bin and deleted it out of there to be thorough. I knew about restoring files from their though did not consider it could be retrieved once I deleted it from there.

Again I gaze at my watch thinking I could catch a nap before my class I supposed once I stored these things away though images danced in my head at what I had witnessed during the editing process. Teresa's identity would be protected.

I began packing up my things ready to go after popping out the latest disc and storing that away with the others.

The demon watched intently over the black haired beauty's head as she went to work. She seemed to deal with the class project first, making a quick copy. Next, followed the expected copy she had promised Teresa to make. The demon watched as she labeled the disc an obscure title. He was unfamiliar with most human films, so the joke was lost on him, but somewhere Stephen Spielberg must have cracked a smile.

Curiously she brought out a third blank disc labeled "clean up." Using some basic software she began to alter the video file. It seemed her efforts were not vain as she worked on the video. The demons odd form became clearer, tentacles more discerning, green slime coating poor Teresa's hair and covering the bedspread. He watched as she blurred out the moaning and begging student's face.

When she finished she saved it and deleted the temporary video files uploaded to the computer and placed the third disc in the bag. All three copies in that bag. Delighted he though about snatching it then and there, but there was her lesson to deliver as well. So patiently he waits. Knowing the location of all the evidence of his existence was over half the battle. So he calmly waited. He knew the moment to retrieve the evidence and teach her about unwanted interference in isolation would prevent itself sooner or later. So he simply remained hidden, and watched and waited, following her as she goes.

The original and three copies were in the bag though only two had copies of that night. I had a thing about movies. They had been my escape when I was younger and I had a habit of quoting some obscure scene from time to time. It was a quirk though there were plenty of science text books that I had dove into as well, books in general even fairy tales, especially fairy tales.

Maybe it was the fact that they ended happily, that I had maintained a wanting of that very same thing though the were always the darker Grimm's fairy tales too I tended to keep more to the Disney sort of fairy tales then a grim reality on the situation.

There was that strangeness that I kept seeing from time to time. Something that attracted my attention and did not seem to make sense though there was nothing there, just empty space that I kept looking at but dismissed it and pressed on to my dorm.

The door was left open a bit longer than usual. This had been because of my heritage and being Japanese I had removed my shoes at the door out of habit rather than because of having hardwood floors. It was only natural to me, despite most of the rooms save the kitchenette and bathroom being carpeted. I moved to the bedroom, setting my bag down I knelt at the dresser pulling out the lower draw once more before I would get to hiding the original copy there. Just to be on the safe side I figured I'd hide the second copy elsewhere and use the edited copy that I was planning to get out there somehow ...

The demon followed the dark haired beauty from the computer lab. Oddly enough, there were times he felt her lingering gaze pass over him and he anticipated a shriek as she called out his presence. Yet, that alarm never came and he followed her into her sanctuary. Door left ajar while she deposited her shoes inside, he easily strode inside, no effort at slipping inside right behind her undetected needed at all.

Curious as what she would do having made the copies and even worked to enhance one, he watched and waited. He knew she was alone, vulnerable, and unaware of the danger stalking her. Then she knelt on the carpet in her bedroom, apparently aiming to return the original back to its hiding place.

Kneeling there, the demon took in sight of her firm backside as she leaned over, school attire leaving little to the imagination in such a pose. Anger and lust stirred through him as he considered his various options.

He could simply appear and torture her the rest of the afternoon, using her body for all his delights in ways that would even make Terry blush.

He could simply snatch the bag and the recording from the drawer as she searches for the bag. He could slime her as she knelt there unaware fate foreshadowed in the substance, yet that one would require binding her spoiling some of the surprise.

He could wait to see where all the copies get stashed and return to her later? That option was the most risky as it left the final destination of the other two copies up to chance.

Finally, he could simply appear and demand her to hand them over, and punish her for any refusal as she certainly seemed the type to resist.

Weighing his options he decides to secure the copies first. Sliding a tentacle along the floor he simply snatches the bag containing the other two copies and slides it under her bed as close to the center against the wall as he can. Then he simply waits. Would she notice the missing bag immediate hackles raised or would she assume she left it elsewhere in the dorm room?

“Huh? I thought the bag was here. Where the fuck did it go?” I was too tired for this. Maybe I had left it by the door though how did I have the discs then? I stood then looked upon the floor for the bag believing it to be in the room somewhere.

Did I drop it on the bed? I looked to it, baffled, it wasn't there. Then I scanned the floor near the dresser and paced about the room a bit as I searched for it. My room was pretty clean, I didn't own much stuff though I did have a good share of books. Science books and fairy tales of various nations though they all had that sappy happy ending upon the conclusion.

“Where did I put the damn thing?” After a moment I left the room retracing my steps back into my room. Kneeling again at the dresser I mimicked setting the bag down at my side but it did not magically appear.

“We unlock this door with the key of imagination,” I began, not quoting a movie but a show that I checked out a few times since it was in the U.S pop culture. An old black and white show … “Eh?”

I could see something beneath my bed as I surveyed the room again and promptly crawled over to it. Sliding it out from beneath the bed it was my bag. “How did this get … whatever, too frigging tired, Midori.”

The demon watches as she begins looking for the bag he moved under the bed. She retraces her steps talking to herself. Hoping she would leave for a longer time he didn't have time to retrieve the disc from the drawer. She kneels down again in front of the drawer and looks around long black hair swinging behind her. Finally, she leans down and looks under the bed. Other than a great view of her tight backside as she crawled on hands and knees over to it, his simple plan was ruined and she found the lost bag, chalking the strange event up to fatigue.

He debates on continuing to have the strange events continue, or to take a more direct approach. He hoped to have the discs secured before teaching her the lesson, yet perhaps it was not meant to be. He could not risk her involving others even further so he ruled out waiting to see what she did with them. His decision made he speaks while camouflaged, from slightly behind her.

Midoriiiii... his voice rumbles, last syllable drawn out, you've been a naughty little bitch. Sticking your nose into matters that are not your concern. You'll be more than tired after you've learned your place...

With those words he slid two tentacles free from under his arms and shot them out seeking her wrists. The phallus tipped tendrils move silently and swiftly seeking to wrap her forearms and wrists and pull them behind her, but he had spoken to taunt her, with a warning he doubted she could evade in time, but he knew very little about her.

I jumped, the noise I heard would have had me spinning about had I not been kneeling though I still twisted about seeing the, well nothing. It was as if there were faint ripples as if heat sizzling off of pavement as something moved towards me.

The Amnityville Horror, a classic horror movie from the seventies before my time though being the movie buff I was I had still watched it. Get Out! The classic line that I knew so well and I would have gladly gotten out of there if it were as simple as that.

I tried to evade this, whatever it was though I had not realized that it was cloaked in invisibility only noting a strange ripple in the air as if this thing had camouflage from the Predator movies … had it been my gift that I detected this, was it …

My God, it was! I had been aware of it off and on all morning! It was invisible! It was not in another dimension but here. When it was still I hadn't even noticed it, there was a strangeness and while I tried to evade it I still couldn't see it but rather ripples in the air from movement where it had last been. Thus it secured my wrists though I tried to lean away to brake it's grasp. My left hand got free, it probably didn't have a secure hold as the other was stuck fast it it's grasp.

Freedom was only short lived, however, as it quickly corrected for my movements and had me restrained, on my knees half way turned about, wide eyed, not the most comfortable of positions though I turned on my knees.

There was nothing there though that was alright, I had seen that video, I could guess and though my wrists were secure I leaned back as if in fear though I used the motion to awkwardly get my legs out from under me grasping whatever it was, tendrils of some sort with my hands to give me a bit of leverage as I kicked straight out with my legs. I still couldn't see it but it had to be the thing from the night before and I had been roughly appraised of it's body shape, unfortunately I had taken my shoes off not that they would have added much force to my kick.

The demon saw her wide eyed terror as she heard the disembodied voice, followed by the coiling of velvet ropes around her wrists as she knelt there. One had trouble securing itself, but finally it managed to secure its hold and the demon smiled. Are you ready for your lesson to begin Midori? The demon asked his trapped prey, voice filled with malice and evil intent.

To his surprise though, the Asian girl was far from meek and helpless. She turned her gorgeous body halfway on her knees, twisting to try and see her assailant. Arms pulled back, the fight was only beginning as she grabbed the tentacles and manage to pop onto her feet. One foot came flying straight back, impacting on his chiseled abs. It would have felt like she was kicking a side of beef, the give was slight but it still had an impact. With a whoosh, some air was forced from his lungs and the tentacles became momentarily slack.

You bitch, you will pay for that... he says gasping slightly for air. He readies himself after a couple moments and aims a kick for the back of her right knee.

“UGH!” My foot hurt, it was like kicking a brick wall bare footed … well it was not as bad, there was a little give but it still hurt me more than it, it seemed. The momentary advantage had not been enough to take advantage of those tendrils slacking and as far as I could tell it was already here to do God awful things to me, if not kill me outright so there was no point in being submissive, nuh uh, it was going to have to work at this, especially if it were going to kill me.

Pain lanced through my leg as something struck the back of it causing my legs to buckle. Fucking coward was invisible though my hands still gripped those whatever and I knew he was right in front of me even if I could not see him.

I thrust forward with the top of my head like a spear hoping to hit something sensitive though my foot buzzing with pain told me how fruitless that was probably going to be but if anything I would use whatever was at my disposal to get out of what looked to be a hopeless situation.

She was a fighter all right. The demon had run into three main types of students based on how they reacted to meeting him for the first time. The first type ran. They looked for a way to escape, hiding when possible, hoping he won't be able to find them. Those he simply hunted as prey, content to pleasure them and himself when caught, a game of cat and mouse, ending not in a meal but many orgasms.

The second type seemed to want go talk their way out of the situation, or even barter a better result from the impossible situation. They were typically the more experienced students, having realized fight or flight was next to impossible. The demon by nature was content to bargain with those students, so long as they stuck to their end of their arrangements, so would he. An experienced negotiator he was quite content using loose wording to get him the better end.

The final type of students were the fighters. Some tried magic, some used fists, feet and weapons. In the end, they sought to achieve their freedom through violence, pain, and magic. The third type he viewed as a challenge he gladly accepted. Yet, like anyone, when caused pain by them, he would seek to batter the will to fight out of them, simply break their wills. If they were defeated by him in combat he would use them viciously however his twisted needs desired at the moment.

Apparently, Midori fell into the third category. The kick buckled her leg momentarily, but she was far from done. Launching forward at with the top of her head like a black spear, but he lucked out that he was as tall as he was. The blow slammed into his massive chest, shocking him more than anything as his concentration slips briefly revealing his form to sight as his camouflage drops. Finally visible, she would get her first good look at the monstrous being stalking and fighting her.

Had he only two legs, she might even have managed to knock him on his ass. As it was though she merely knocked into his massive frame rocking him back slightly on two massive rear-facing legs. The slack in the tentacles is complete as she closed the small distance. Stunned for that half a second, he merely balls up a fist and seeks to drive it straight up into her solar plexus due to her extremely close proximity. Give up or you will suffer more and more, he shouts as he moves his bulky arm.

I would have run if I had been able to though with my back up against the wall I fought, fought as I did on that day just a little over six years back now. So I was a bit older than the average freshman but there were circumstances behind that.

A groan escaped my lips with the contacted my head made against him though like my foot it seemed to do little actual damage. It did jar his concentration and while last night I was horrified, more so now, I had been prepared for seeing this.

And despite it all I faced that fear with a degree of comedy as if making light of a situation to bolster my own confidence that was waning. Another movie quote spilled from my lips, habit really.

“You're one big ugly -” The air had been driven out of me as I felt a fist slam into my chest buckling my knees and forcing me down. I was in a daze sucking up air into my lungs that burned. It was yelling something I couldn't make out clearly at first. I probably did not want too as rather than giving in my fingernails dug into the restraining tentacles. If I wasn't so dazed I would have tried biting one rather then just pulling against my restraints uselessly as I sucked up what little air my lungs had been processing.

The beauty stared at him eyes wide, taking in his monstrous appearance. Tall, muscular, and humanoid, he wore nothing more than a brown loin cloth, and was supported by those massive four legs. His bulbous tail hung overhead like a scorpion, and the cat like green eyes under the short spiked brown hair narrowed as she began a movie line taunt.

That predator quote was cut short though as the blow buckled her to her knees once more. Her fingers still drove into the tentacles, nails poking the tendrils. They were sensitive, not like true penises like their ends intimated, yet as sensitive as fingers on a hand. Recoiling in pain they retracted from her wrists.

Ahh you little slut. You just don't learn. You will though. You will learn your place. He raged in anger spittle flying with the words through his sharp teeth. He raise his right arm and aimed a strong backhand towards her cheek as she knelt before him on the carpet, seeking to will her lungs to learn to breath again.

Free! I had to take advantage of it though there had been little that I could do. My lungs still burned and I had not even lifted my head up to fully look at it so I was unaware that it was cocking a hand back to strike though me head had cleared enough where I heard him. The door was too far so I sprung to the offensive using my hands on the floor I pushed against it leaping at the creature shoulder first. Foot, head, shoulder neither did any good though as I struck it had too bringing a back hand upon my jaw and cheek that sent me reeling to the side, tumbling over a few times before my back made contact with the wall halting my progress.

“UGH!” I groaned trying to get my palms and knees under me, stars dancing in my vision as my jaw burned with that contact but before I could get up completely it would be upon me again for sure. It wasn't even a good effort, I couldn't do much against it, that much was obvious though I couldn't even think straight as far as seeing a viable weapon the only thing I saw was the desk lamp across the room.

There were pens and such in my bag that I could stab it with but the bag was beneath the bed between me and it at the moment.

The demon was surprised the blow hadn't completely disabled her, she had spunk, moxie, drive, yet in the end it did her little good. She rose in a shot, aiming a shoulder dive at him, yet his back hand landed squarely. He watches as she tumbles, rolling from the force of the blow to end up leaning dazed against the wall.

You will learn your place. I am your better and master in every way. Submit now or later you will serve me one way or another.

The demon taunts the young Asian woman as he approaches. He watches as she gathered her palms and knees beneath her. Perhaps she hadn't learned well enough yet. In his heart he liked them feisty. A strong will to fight every inch of the way, only to succumb if he broke them. If he failed to break them the first meeting he could always try again.

So far she didn't seem too great a threat, but he didn't want to take too large a risk, nor risk knocking her unconscious. He wants her awake for what is to come. He slides two more tentacles free and sends all four racing for her limbs as he approaches. Should she fail to avoid them he seeks to wrap her wrist and ankles.