Everything was blurry for a moment, as two drained eyes opened, a low groan emitting from her throat. A distinc throbbing sensation pounded in the back of her skull and all of her limbs hurt. She couldn't think of a place on her body that wasn't sore or aching.

As things slowly started to clear, she recognized she was on a cement floor. The room looked familiar, as the brunettes eyes fluttered open. She was currently curled in the middle of the floor, a black coat wrapped around her.

Lifting her head, she realized she was alone. Alone for once. It was just her, the sickeningly familiar coat and the floor. However, she knew better than to actually think it was just her and herself. He was always around, hiding somewhere. She was never truly alone.

Ever since that fateful night she had been abducted. How she managed to weasel a deal out of the monster, she still wasn't quite sure, however, he had made the agreement terms quite clear whenever he could. He seemed to like to rub just how desperate she had been in her face.

With another groan, she slowly lifted her aching body up. Slowly clambering to her feet, she had trouble not stumbling. This hangover was almost too much. What had happened last night? She could only remember bits and pieces.

The monster she soon came to know as Smexy had persisted on taking her out. He used the deal as leverage over her, claiming she had to come to help him trap some new victims. She coughed harshly at the thought.

When they arrived at a local karaoke bar, Smexy had no problem having a grand old time. He often went up to sing, even though he couldn't quite hit the right notes. He versed many people at pool, downed so many sugar filled drinks that she had lost count after twenty and of course, he had set time aside to harass her.

She had remembered him sauntering over to her after another game of billiards won. His signature grin was spread across his blank face. He casually slipped in beside her, an arm shamelessly wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap like a lovely couple. She made an uncomfortable grunt as he leaned back, hands folded in her lap as he held her.

"Aw what's wrong sweets? Jealous of all these people on me?" he teased, setting his chin on the top of her head.

"No," was her simple reply. After being forced to trail him around for almost a month now, doing his bidding, she had quickly learned, he was easily encouraged and that was the last thing she wanted to do.


She felt his thumb gently massage circles into her hip. She gave an unsatisfied noise with the contact, looking away from the sea of people in the bar and back onto the table in front of her.

"Ah, ah, no complaining. This is part of our deal," he chuckled, raising his free hand to catch the attention of any free waitresses. "How about drink? It's on me," he offered, easily producing a small wad of bills from his trench coat.

'What doesn't he have hidden in there?' the brunette thought to herself as she shook her head. "Uh... No thank you."

"Oh come on babes, live a little. Try and have some fun. If it's that difficult, I could always give you a helping hand," Smexy murmured, something suggestive in his tone as he playfully slid his thumb under the bottom of her shirt, caressing soft skin.

With a sharp intake of air from the action, the woman's back erected, looking on as a waiter joined their table. "Uhm... One... One Pina-a-colada please," she ordered as the man behind her slid a bill over the table, using it as an excuse to press against his play toy just a little more.

"Relax," he cooed, lifting a hand to her shoulder and resting her body against his chest once more. With reluctance, she complied, leaning against him as she waited for her drink.

"You know what we should do?" Smexy asked, grinning down at the girl in his arms, "We should totally do a duet."

The woman turned slightly, cocking a brow at the man. "A duet?" she questioned, giving him the oddest of looks.

"Yeah c'mon it'll be fun. We could make beautiful music together," he grinned, lifting non-existent eyebrows at her.

The blood flushed to her face as he teased her, causing her to abruptly turn away. No matter what she did, she always seemed to entertain him. At this point she wasn't sure how to feel about it. She was completely drained.

As her drink arrived, all she could remember was Smexy slowly convincing her to sing a song with him. Then before she knew it, more drinks rolled in, more songs were sang and the last she could remember was winning a game of pool with the help of that monster.




She then realized why she had such a hangover. She probably had way too much to drink. She was never a drinker, she didn't hold her alcohol very well.  Now thinking back, she could only clutch the trench coat bitterly in her hands realizing that was probably his entire plan to begin with.

Now she had to find where her clothes had ended up. With a defeat sigh, she looked around. A sudden flickering of the lights made her alert of the new presence now in the basement.

"Where are my clothes?" she asked bitterly, her voice cracking under speaking with such a dry throat.

"They could be anywhere around town," a voice laughed, absolutely delighted with the situation.

There was a moment of silence as the woman realized what he had said. Then a sudden change happen in her. She spun on her heel towards the voice, glaring daggers towards a shadow.

"Fuck off!" she hissed, quickly turning around. She had never been one to swear, so when she did it felt weird to her. She almost wanted to take back what she had said.

"Oh? Still feisty after last night hmm? Better watch that tongue of yours," the voice warned. There was a certain playfulness to it but there was no denying the menacing tone weaved between the words. "Or I might just have to punish you."

Finally a creature lurked out from a shadow in the room, tentacles freely moving as he slid towards her. Many wrapped around her, caressing her as his body pressed against her back, pulling her into an embrace from behind. A serpent like tongue snaked out, flicking across the shell of her ear before retracting back into the owners mouth.

"Y-You broke our deal!" a small voice harshly whispered.

"Did I?" he asked, his breath fanning against her neck. "I don't believe I did. As I recall, sweetheart, you were more than willing at the time. In fact, if my memory recalls, which it does better than your's, I do believe you encouraged me," he hissed into her ear, something almost satisfied in his voice.

Suddenly her frail body began to shake under his hold and small sounds erupted from her throat. She tried desperately to choke back her sobs to no avail. As Smexy raised a hand, cupping her chin between two fingers and turning it towards him, she violently twisted her head the other way. A wave of sobs broke free and her legs gave out, leaving her body limp in his hold.

"L-Let me... Go," she pleaded weakly between sobs, hanging her head. For a moment, a different look crossed the man's face, almost like he was concerned. However, he didn't comply to her request.

Instead he gingerly lifted her, shifting about until he was comfortably leaning against a wall, the brunette softly laid against his chest. He placed his arms around her waist, a slim tentacle brushing the back of her head as his thumb slowly stroked her lower back.

All the woman could do was simply lay there, her face shoved into the crook of his neck. Her hot tears rolled down his shoulder as she sobbed, body shaking against his.

It had become too much for her. The guilt of tricking people into the traps he placed, lying to innocent children and having to listen to the horrible sounds afterwards as this monster that now so tenderly held her, violently violated them.

There was a constant pressure of being around him and her already bad paranoia problem had double now that he had her on a leash. The worst part was, from the moment she set eyes on him in that abandoned parking lot, she had been doom. There was no escaping this impending torture.

She never felt so emotionally, physically and mentally shattered. Even though he was now comforting her like she had actually meant something to him, she knew it didn't matter. In fact, she could bank all her money on him actually taking a hidden pleasure in her break down. He sickened her but she had to stay. She had made a deal she shouldn't have and now she was trapped. Trapped as his toy until he got tired with her and moved on.

Slowly her body became still and her weeping had died down into no more than sniffles. Throughout it all, Offenderman had remained there, giving her his comforting touches and whispers. She was so fried, she actually found comfort in his gestures, despite knowing she shouldn't have.

The brunette had only been awake for an hour tops now, and she had already drained herself for the day. She had no clue of the time but she didn't really care. She felt like she could sleep for a century. However she knew she'd be lucky to even get more than two hours.

This monster raided every part of her personal being, even her dreams. She found out quickly after the deal they had made, if she wasn't being haunted by him she was on the move with him tracking prey.

As her eyes started to flutter in her struggle to stay awake, a tentacle rose, stroking her cheek.

"Shhhh," his voice murmured, low and relaxing, "Sleeeeeep."

He didn't need to say a single word more. Her eyes finally shut and she was suddenly plunged into the short bliss of sleep. He could feel her even breathing against his neck. His free tentacles coiled and uncoiled in a sign of relaxation. It would just be a matter of time before the dreams would start for her. A grin splitted across his jaw. This woman was such an interesting plaything.