*As her hand closed over the shikigami, a hellish laugh echoed from both it and the closet as a bright blue flash lit the room like a strobe. She only had a moment to wonder before a shock like a bolt of lightning went rocketing up her arm, flinging her backward into the room, sparks crawling across her skin and dancing in her blue streaked black hair. Strangely, even tho such a shock should have burned her skin, and left her hair standing on end, neither occurred. The shock had been more ethereal than physical.*

"Hello, will you be my....prey?"

*The voice had lost all semblance of mechanical creation, instead a tone filled with dark amusement and malign intelligence. The voice came from close by her head as she fell to the floor, muscles spasming slightly. The closet door opened slowly, hinges creaking as the teddy bear stood in the growing crack, black button eye glowing a dull red in the darkness.*

Her hand jolts off the door knob as she's sent spinning back, knocked flat on her ass against the bed's frame. She shakes, curled around herself, her shocked arm nestled against her chest, hugged close against her, legs open in front of her like a buffet. She just feels a numbness, and this electricity climbing up her arms, sending jolts through her nervous system, stunned.

Oh... Fuck... Oh fuck! She sucks in a long breath. It's still pitch, but funny enough, she can make out the silhouette of the little creature in the frame of the door. She gulps. Her voice is simpering, desperate. "I didn't mean those things I said about you. You're a cute little guy. Really."

*The doll ambled toward her slowly, light from the window glinting dully on the long claws at the end of each paw. A loud rip echoed through the room as two large bat-like wings spread from the back of the approaching toy.*

"Ahh....so I'm cute now? Not...what was it? A..creepy little bastard?"

*With a flap of his wings, Akki leaped forward, closing the distance between them in a flash. He landed between the girl's spread legs, one claw draped on either thigh gently. Another tearing sound filled the room as the stitches of his mouth tore in a series of rapid pops, a large maw filled with tiny, glittering fangs opening beneath the cloth, a glistening black tongue sliding out to flick across her inner thigh briefly.*

Her eyes are pools, locked terrified on the glimmering curve of Akki's claws. She shakes, stares, but doesn't move, locked in place like she's trapped in a dream. She gulps, wetting at dry lips.

"Nuh-uh.... Not a creepy bastard.... Defini---" A surprised, high pitched scream as he moves. He's so quick, she has little chance to respond. She chokes down the scream halfway, squirming against the flat back of the bedframe as he pounced on her. She can feel sharp claws grazing her thighs breathing from her nose to keep from whimpering or whining. Her eyes roll away from him, detaching from the fangs spurting from his mouth. a simpering little moan as the little monster tastes her. Fresh showered, she smells like fresh girl and mango body wash. "You're adorable," she finally manages to murmur, lying.

"Tsk tsk tsk....we are not pleased with lying. Please, tell me what you really think...or I will be forced to...hurt you."

*Akki dragged his claws down the insides of the girl's thighs, pressing down hard enough to leave thins scratches in the tender skin. His slimy black tongue licked across the wounds, sampling the clean taste of her flesh, and the rich flavor of her blood. The terror gripping her heart served to fuel the demon in his breaking of the seals on his power, the first of his four bindings snapping and slithering into the cloth. With a quiet laugh, the demon doll flapped his wings, rising into the darkness, leaving the girl with flitting glimpses of his red glowing eye as he circled her prone form. The sound of his wings filled the room, echoing and making it difficult to tell his whereabouts.*

She can't seem to keep her eyes off of the little monster. She sneers, seemingly about to say something before the claws sink into her legs, and it gives way to a gasp, sudden, frightened, head turned away to the side, recomposing. Thin fabric shreds easily to reveal the smooth flesh underneath: soft, silk cream over supple muscle - runner's muscle, the legs of graceful prey, an antelope, a gazelle. Narrow red rivulets blossom from the claw's trail.

The monster takes off, and slowly recomposes. She's dazed from that shock, still, disoriented, horrified by the whole damn thing, so she talks, hoping to keep the little terror occupied while she gets her bearings. "Well, for starters, I think every one of you motherfuckers on this island have got to be the sniveling pussies of the monster world. You think there's sport in locking a few hundred girls on an island with no tools is sport? And I guess you're case in point. Like a reject from the Sci-Fi Network, you are. Bear of Chuckie, you aren't even primetime...." She's turned, haunches raised, starting line, and she just runs. or tries.

*Cobwebs. It was like running face first into a mass of invisible cobwebs. Hellish laughter filled her ears as she saw red glowing threads twine about her body, enwrapping her in a fine web. The bear had been dropping them in his circuitous flight, waiting for just such a move.*

"That's the spirit! Such fire! Such passion! Oh my dear little rabbit, you are going to be such fun....to break. And if you do not like my present form, take it up with the bitch who trapped me in this doll. But, no matter, you will be quite closely acquainted with my true body very...very...soon."

*She felt a sharp tug on the threads, and a brief searing pain as the lines wrapped around her went taut, digging into pale skin just short of drawing blood, shredding her clothing to hang in tatters from her body. The threads wrapped around her throat melted away like a fading dream, letting her breath easily. The sharp sound of popping thread reached her ears, the sound of the second seal breaking.*

That first flash of movement is a work of art, lean muscle compact, stretched, caught in limber mid-poise. Her breasts are caught in a bounce, raised to one leg as she falls straight into the trap set for her. Her body falls forward just a bit, the demon-net breaking her fall, whipping around her is it pulls her in. There's not much in the way of clothes to start with, and soon, what little there was is nothing but scraps of cloth on the floor. They tighten. She gasps, and it gives way to a scream. "NononoNO! PLEASE!" Threads squeezing supple skin, leaving a brief network of pink threads across her flesh. On her back, the stylized, calligraphic lines of her tattoo lash across her shoulder blade. Her eyes are squeezed closed, desperately gasping for air as the threads around her throat are pulled away. Eyes squeezed closed, brief, squirming feebly in the demon web.

*The threads drag roughly across her soft skin, shifting and bunching together at her joints and waist. The doll twisted his paws like a malign puppeteer, causing her entangled body to jerk and spasm strangely as the threads pulled her limbs back and forth, digging in just short of cutting off circulation.*

"Dance little rabbit....struggle and cry....you only make the game sweeter."

*The girl felt her hands pulled over her head in slow, jerky tugs, before her hands were forced together, the threads wrapping them tightly. Her back was pulled against the bed, forcing her to arch her chest out, displaying her heaving breasts to the floating beast. Her legs pulled up by her knees, displaying her nubile young form like an obscene piece of art as they were forced to spread slowly, offering her bare sex to his view.*

The threads sling her around like a marionette. She squirms, but there's not much that can be done, breasts bouncing as her arms are jerked upward, her thighs squirming in delicious conflict as her legs are forced apart, smooth white skin contrasted by a tight, neat triangle of soft black fur, tender, baby pink slit opening. She heaves and struggles restlessly, knees folded under her, her back pressed against the bed, a defiant, helpless little sex puppet. She snarls up at him, "I'm gonna ruin you, Teddy. You're just gonna be a pile of ash when I'm down with you...". She's got to know that's not true, right?

*Akki dropped like a stone to the bed, landing right beside Elise's arched throat. His clawed paw flickered briefly before it lanced downward, stretching to pin foot-long barbed appendages into the mattress on either side of her slender neck, the thorny protrusions pricking her tender skin, forming a lethal collar a hairsbreadth from her neck. He bent his tiny face down to hers, empty gaze holding her eyes with cold intensity. His voice emerged now as a cold, still whisper.*

"What do you know of ruin, little rabbit? I am the very essence of corruption, the child of dark hungers hidden within the depths of man since the dawn of time...I can show you ruin...I can teach you exactly how far your mind and soul can be bent before they...break. Threaten me again, and I will leave you broken and bleeding in the shattered fragments of your psyche...forever trapped in a nightmare from which there is no waking...*He squeezed slightly, the thorny barbs digging into her throat, drawing beads of crimson life from her skin.*do you understand? Whimper like the beaten bitch you are if you do..."

Ice eyes, melting now, wet, are locked onto the doll. She wants, desperately, to turn away, but she doesn't dare. She's bound, collared, on display like a thoroughbred at auction. She gulps, and a tiny dot of red wells up against her throat. She doesn't dare admit how terrified she is, doesn't dare close her eyes and yield to him.

"You just look like Paddington Bear to me." voice almost a whisper, careful, the barbs poised against the tender flesh of her bared neck.

*Akki pulled at the terror buried beneath her bravado, pushing the third seal open with sharp pop. The threads dangled on his chest for a moment before retracting into his chest. With a loud tearing, he ripped his paw off, leaving the barbed mass wrapped around her throat, giving her just enough room to breath.*

"Sadly, I have no idea who this "Paddington Bear" is. But, I think you deserve something for your...courage. A taste of what I truly am, perhaps? Oh, and don't fight, you might tear your own throat apart if you do."

*Akki scuttled up beside her pinned head, tiny cloth face leaning down sideways over hers. His cold black tongue lashed out, weaving a slimy trail across her neck, her cheek, before writhing like a worm to force its way into her mouth. The demon doll gripped her hair in his remaining paw, holding her head steady as the taste of his foul saliva filling her mouth. The flavor was like rancid bacon, over ripe fruit, candy left to melt in the sun. Her mouth became numb, her body breaking out in a feverish sweat as the thin saliva dribbled down her throat, burning like alcohol along the way. Her skin felt tighter, like little needles had been driven into every inch of her body and pulled away slightly, not painful, just a sense of pressure.*

It's all she can do to not jump out of her skin when she hears that pop. She tries pacing her breath, but it comes erratic still. She can feel the barbs poised on her throat. She just wants to turn her head away, but she can't, and despite herself, tears trail from the corner of her eyes, dribbling wet lines down her cheeks. There's a yelp as his tongue tastes his skin, trailing under her nose, leaving the pungent smell of his breath in the cavities, face smeared with demon slobber. Her mouth tastes like strawberries and cream, like hard candy, and there's nothing she can do to cease his assault. She feels vomit rise up in her throat, chokes it back down. She's already sore from her hands jutted over her back, thighs cramped from being held in place like a sex doll. Her throat closes up, contracting, burning as his saliva works its way into her body. It's like the worst fever of her life, past the point where it's painful until it's just numb heat, every, single, sensitive nerve ending shouting out in unison. "What......?"

*Akki pulled back his tongue, cackling slightly as her body shook under the threads, the sensations shivering through to him as if she was a fly in a spider's web. His void of an eye went to the twin streaks of tears running down her face. Yesss... His head bent down again, tongue flickering softly, delicately along the trail leading to her eyes, drinking in the taste of her fear and sorrow. With a crack like the sound of a coffin falling into a grave, the final seal broke, the doll flying back away from the girl's head as if flung by a giant hand, the barbed mass around her neck collapsing into a meaty mass and flowing into the air to join with the writhing doll.*

"FREE!"

*The fur of the bear roiled, glowing with dull red light, the surface bunching and tearing. As the terry cloth tore, the bound girl could see wet, glistening muscle beneath, flowing, growing, the head ripping to pieces as curled black horns sprouted through. The cloth finally sunk into the now man-shaped figure, funneling into a row of four black stitched x's on the large form's chest. With a long exhalation, the demon turned to look down at the lewdly presented girl, both eyes horrific pools of liquid night.*