Sick and tired of playing on the dead, flat-toned electric piano in my room, I decided to trek out to the music room to play on one of the pianos there. It had been almost a week since her conversation with Tian, and I hadn't had any questionable encounter yet... I had spent much of the last week contemplating how life could be worthwhile on this island

If there was anything nice about living on this island, it had to be the weather. As I made my 8:00pm trek to the music building, the red setting sun casted long shadows of my silhouette. Here it was, the middle of February, just before dusk, and I didn’t need to wear anything more than my slightly revealing side-slit light blue soccer shorts and a white floral print tank top to be warm. The warm wind off the water made not feeling feeling lazy almost impossible.

Soon enough, I was there, standing inside the music building, walking up to the main performance room, where certainly the best piano would be found. I quietly crept into the hall, and found a gorgeous black Steinway concert grand illuminated by stage light, beckoning for me to play. I sat down, and played a few chords, the rich, resonant tone giving me goose bumps down my spine. Alone on stage, illuminated in the darkness, I started playing "Appassionata," one of Beethovens works, pouring my anger and frustration into the music.

Luppi noticed the silhouette walk itself into the music building. "I love these rebellious ones..." he quietly followed her. He smiled as he watched her walk up the piano. He quietly planted his ass into a seat all the way in the back of the concert hall, watching her. Even a great distance away did not stop him from staring at her. Her amazing ability to play intrigued him, not to mention her 36D breasts attached to her 34 inch waist. "Wonder how she doesn't fall over with those huge things attached to her...or if she can swim or she just bobs in the water..." he mumbled to himself and chuckled. He began to relax listening to the music and almost forgot his personal rule: "If you follow a girl somewhere and she ends up alone with or without your help, a rape must follow". He leaned back into his chair and smiled at his rule. "I might as well enjoy this music a little before I make her regret this night..."

my mind was absorbed in the music, oblivious to my audience. releasing my anxiety and frustration into the keys, I played emotionally, her body swaying to the music.

As the tension built and climaxed, I put the weight of my back into the keys, producing strength and tone disproportionate to my size. The chords echoed around the room, enveloping me in the music representative of my emotions. As the energy wound down, and the tension resolved, I was overcome by the emotional drain of the week, and tears fell from my cheeks, onto the keys.

He sat up suddenly, "Is she...? She couldn't be... why the hell would she being crying?" He paid close attention and watched as the tears fell. "Fuck..." he said to himself, standing up and then quickly using his speed, he appeared behind the curtain, walking out towards her with a box of tissues sticking of his pocket and clapping his hands. "You know a beautiful girl shouldn't cry when making such beautiful music..."

Wheeling around to find the source of the voice, I turned to see a slender, rather feminine looking, man, holding out a tissue. "Oh, i didn't know anyone was here. Am I not supposed to play here? I can move somewhere else, if you need me to."

Realizing that he had seen me crying, my aim to please quickly changed to embarrassment. "I'm sorry, for making a spectacle of myself..." I said blushing. "please, don't worry about me."

He walked over smoothly, forcing the tissue into her hand. "You're not making a spectacle, everyone needs to cry once in a while..." He looked her over and then smiled at her. "You can play here all you want... the music you play has a certain beauty to it..." He smiled at her and put his arm on her shoulder. "It also seems to make you feel better so... it'll be our little secret...". He placed the box of tissues on the piano. "Now dry your eyes so you can continue"

I dried my tears with the tissue, and attempted to graciously smile at the compliment the tall man had paid me. despite my dislike for audiences, i couldn't refuse to perform for one who had just complimented my playing.


Though curious as to who this man was, I was too glad to be out of trouble to question it more. I figured i could ask later, and for now, I should finish the song. "It was almost to the end, anyways," I said, turning to the keyboard once again. And as I finished the song, I was for once glad to have someone who appreciated my work.

He smiled at her, placing his hands on the keys, he began to play Billy Joel's "Italian Restaurant". He smirked at her, still playing. "Can I let you in on a secret... Ms... um... well this is embarrassing... Ms. Girl whose name I don't know... can I let you in on a secret?" He smiled at her, still playing with ease.

"I, um, well... My name's Teague... If you want to tell me a secret, I guess?" I responded, awkwardly. I was quite surprised at his sudden reach for the keys, and though i disliked the majority of popular piano music, it was obvious that he was a seasoned performer, judging from his comfort at the piano. However, there was something odd about his smile, something fake. Something about him wasn't to be trusted...

He chuckled and switched from playing an upbeat song to the X-files theme. He leaned in close and smiled at her, "well Teague..." He chuckled a little, as he leaned into her ear and whispered, "Strangle... Trepadora...". He laughed maliciously as they were engulfed in a cloud of smoke. Before she could make a move, a tentacle ripped through the smoke, wrapping around her wrists.

I had barely begun to suspect him when he whispered his incantation, and before i could react, felt something yank one arm, and then the other behind my back. Dazed by the smoke, I tried to get up from the piano bench, but my wrists were held firmly in place by... whatever they were. my chest heaved forward, my upper limbs tacked behind me, and I fell, crashing face first to the floor.

Then, in an instant, I made a realization. This was one of the monsters Tian had told me about. Furious at myself for letting my guard down, I wasn't going to let him ravage me senseless without a struggle. I called out, "HELP! SOMEONE! HELP!"

He quickly blew the smoke away with the rest of his tentacle and another one made a shot at her mouth, diving right in and began to stay in her mouth to shut her up. His tentacles around her wrists held her and lifted her up to her feet, so she could see his true form, with two tentacles binding her wrists and another in her mouth, he had five left and one more began to rip off her clothing. "You should have known better... you made it easy..." he chuckled.

I gagged as a cold slithering appendage forced its way into my mouth. My screams muffled, I grimaced as i was pulled up painfully by my wrists behind my back. In a moment, i was set on my feet so that i could see my attacker. The slender man had sprouted white tentacles, and was holding me firmly in place so that i had to face him. Gagging on the tentacle in my mouth, i did the only logical thing: I bit hard, but against his diamond hard skin, my efforts were for the most part useless.

Suddenly another tentacle came out of nowhere, and tore at the spaghetti string tank top, ripping the straps, revealing my cleavage, accentuated by the pink lace push-up bra, just visible as the top of my tank top fell.

I struggled to turn away, but was held fast by his tentacles. In a desperate move, I kicked out at the monster with all my strength.

He raised his hand, catching the kick with ease, he chuckled. "Such a beautiful girl shouldn't be so violent...". He held the leg tightly as his tentacle ripped off her pink lace push-up bra and wrapped around her breasts, squeezing and caressing them. He began to rub her leg with his other hand, "So smooth and so soft...".

My misaimed kick was never even close to hitting its mark, and my leg was easily caught by the slender "man," putting me in even further peril. My bra was ripped off of my chest, and i felt my breasts bounce slightly before yet another tentacle caressed and molested my breast. My sensitive mounds of flesh betrayed my fear and terror, as soft waves of pleasure began radiating from my upper body. At the same time, my legs shook at the soft caress from his hand. My nipples became hard and erect, and i felt a soft heat burn between my legs. I hated my body for reacting the way it did. Unable to scream out, I bit down hard once more on the tentacle, despite futility.