This place is wrong…

That’s what the teen kept thinking to herself as she paced the basement halls. She had apparently done something wrong although her infraction was so vague that she wasn’t even sure what it was she had received a detention for. All she knew was that this place looked more like a castle dungeon than a detention hall. Granted all the workings of the massive campus were probably down here but jeez… could at least have some decent lighting so she wasn’t jumping at shadows every five seconds.

Jen had taken her time getting down here, not coming right after class but instead going back to her dorm to change clothes first, slipping on more comfortable clothes than the uniform she had to wear all day. What were they going to do, give her a detention? A tight red tank top hugged her small but curvy frame and came down to just below her belly, showing a bit of skin before her body was swallowed up by a pair of baggy, black cargo pants with enough chains on them to operate machinery. A pair of black boots completed the outfit. So she was feeling a little gothic today… or maybe she just wanted to scare the detention hall monitor. Either way…

Finally she found the room she was looking for and gently pushed open the door, which creaked like something out of a horror movie. The door was probably rusted and was very heavy. It gave way to total darkness… Jen couldn’t see anything inside the room. She began to wonder if she had found the wrong place…

This place was easy, for the ones like him, monsters of all sorts, having permission to have some…fun. Tough most students would attest that the school, the campus could be more hell than fun, especially when a monster would reveal itself, go on the hunt and rape one of the pretty ones into submission or passing out.
So it happened that he got one of those students ‘assigned’, they were giving her one, telling him where to wait for her, where he could have some fun, play and ravish her body. She found the place, the one where she would have detention…not with a teacher, but him.
The setting was nice, a dark room, his form hiding in the shadows, watching, no more sensing her, as he had no eyes or face at all to watch or hear with.
“Step in, step in…” he voiced in her mind, twisting it like she would hear it coming from within the darkness. The voice was firm, one of a teacher. “And what an outfit you have…scandalous! Where is your school uniform, girl?”

Jen nearly jumped a foot when the voice seemed to come from the darkness before her. “Come in… are you seriously sitting in the dark in this creepy place?” she did enter, but didn’t shut the door behind her, instead staying within the light, close to the door, feeling for a light switch. “Seriously… ya’ll are weird at this place…” she mumbles.

After the comment about her dress the teen simply rolled her eyes. “Looking to take down the establishment, don’tcha know?” she mutters sarcastically… seriously… scandalous? Had this professor never left the island… or seen a girl for that matter? She wasn’t that bad… was she? The teen looked down at herself…

His voice taking a light angry edge. “It is not you to decide where we have detention, else it wouldn’t be, no? And believe me, I’m quite serious…” Insides he smirked. It was to easy, her steps just a few, hesitating, keeping to the bit of light that was falling into the room.
Her comments he ignored, as she practically was already in his trap. “Whatever you try…it will have to wait till after the detention you will have with me…” And one it would be…one for him to enjoy. “Well, now, step in!” he says, and she would see, as her eyes adjust a bit that there were indeed a few desks around, a bit dusty, but they were there non the less. “And the next time you are send to detention, go there in your school uniform. You are expected to be.”

Jen’s eyes adjust to the light as the proctor rattles on the typical mumbo jumbo that she was used to hearing by now. She could make out the outlines of desks but couldn’t see all the way around the room yet. The teen began to make her way over to one such desk and sat on the edge of it hesitantly.

“Ok I’m here… what now?” She asked rather annoyed… what kinda detention hall was pitch black like this? It was absolutely ridiculous! She couldn’t even see who she was talking to yet…

“And by the way, where are ya? I can’t even see ya… ya’d think somebody didn’t pay the power bill or something’.”

“Don’t concern yourself with the small things…” he says, smirking slowly as she now was deeper in the room, save in his trap…well, as save as she would ever be. A single light bulb above the desk turned on, casting an eerie light and shadows over her form. Another small trick of him, playing with her mind, making her see an outline, definitely male in the shadows, though nothing specific, with arms crossed over its chest.
The door closing as if on its own, again creaking, before falling shut, a soft click telling her that she was locked in.
“You know…my methods of detention are a bit…unique, you know…” the voice coming from where she sees the form. “…and I think you will enjoy it….” He was playing with her…with her mind.

Jen was starting to get really creeped out… something was wrong with this guy, this whole situation. A light finally clicked on about the same time the door shut… why was he trying to mess with her like this, what was his problem? She could see him sitting at a desk in front of her… which means he hadn’t been the one to shut the door. She glanced quickly behind her.

“Ok… I dunno what creepy game yer playing here but I’m out… don’t want any part of this weird detention thing you got going on here mister…” she says quickly, fear in her voice, getting up from the desk but unwilling to leave the light as if it might save her somehow.

She would really be creped out when she would know what was lurking and waiting for her, in the darkness, outside the ring of light, the monsters form lurking, waiting, playing like the cat, with its prey before feasting on her.
“Well….it is a detention you brought upon yourself, no? So bear with it…get it over…” the smirk he had in his mind was heard in those words, as his gelatinous form makes his way through the shadows, blending in with them.
“And…you know…I won’t let you go…” he adds, seeing her not leaving the lights circle. Not that it would do her any good, seeing that the door was closed…and locked.

The teen’s nervous eyes twitched beneath her dark bangs, looking this way and that and trying to pinpoint the voice, but trying to keep her body calm at the same time.

“Now come on… detentions one thing… this is a bit much… you’re scaring me, it’s not nice!” She protested, still staying in the circle of light as if it were her safety net. “At least come out so I can see ya, or turn on a light or something…” she asked, voice a little quieter this time. Her top swelled out a little with each breath, panic building quickly.

The shadowy form giving a shrug as he starts to circle around her, form clinging to the shadow, which cling to him like a cloak.
"Noone said that a detention should be...comfortable." he replies, and was having fun, seeing the panic rise within her, breaths taking up in speed, getting deeper, pushing breasts against the fabric of her top again and again. His form turning to her, steppint up to the lights edge, features still invisible. "You really want to shed light into the darkness?" he asks.

“Well no but… I have rights!” She retorted, getting angry and afraid. What was the deal with this anyways? She was having serious doubts about this school… it was weird and creepy.

“Of course I want you to turn on the lights, that’s what I’ve been saying the whole freakin time!” She says, flustered, turning this way and that but sticking close to the desk, holding onto it as if for protection. She eyes the outline of the apparent warden, noting something strange about them, the light seeming to bend around them so she can’t see any features.

"Miss, you lost all rights with stepping into this room..." he replies, as he steps into the cirlce of light, letting his form be iluminated, softly blue in colour, ruber like his skin, humanoid in shape, a broad smile on his lips...else featureless face.
"You still sure that you wanted to know what was beyond the lights circle?" He asked, mockingly, standing there. It was not like she could flee and he doubted she would step into the dark anyway...who knew what was still lurking there.
"So, lets see...you got detention with me...I hope you have a bit of time on you, lil miss..."

The student shrieks as his features become visible, like some sort of strange alien, or a nightmare, a near featureless face grinning madly at her. Her feet scuttle wildly on the floor as she pushes herself backwards, towards the edge of the light.

“What… what the heck are ya?” she cries out, chest heaving at her top as she falls backwards, landing hard on her rear. The girl glanced this way and that as if there might be something there to save her, some way out of this. It had to be a dream… didn’t it?