Ok, so! Back to me I, see... I'll just continue the story before I say something even more stupid...

When I woke up, I had the worst hangover ever... I barely remember what happened last night with whatever the hell the thing was. I get up out of bed, take shower, come back and do all the other things you do when you wake up. When I was finished getting ready and took some painkillers for my headache, I realized that my apartment door was slightly ajar, which was weird because I locked my door before I went to bed or at least I think I did... I went over to my door and opened a bit more to see if anyone was on the other side. No one, no one was there, I brushed it off that it was probably me not locking it last night. I closed the door and went back into the restroom to tame my mess hair.

Just as I was reaching for my hand hair gel, I feel something cold wrap around my ankle, I freeze then slowly look up at the mirror and my heart stopped. There he was, the guy from last night, just standing over there next to my bed, with his toothy grin and tentacles flyin' everywhere. "you have a nice place. It's nice enough to give us some... Privacy" he laughs. I quickly turn around to face the man, but he was gone; as I stand there confused, in my bathroom, I hear a whisper in my ear saying "your a feisty one aren't you?" He's behind me! 'How the fuck did he get behind me?' I asked myself, I got pulled out of my thought when I felt a big hand go around my torso as if to keep me in place then I felt a slight pinch something very small pierce the skin on my neck. 'Shit! Shit! Shit! I can't move my body!' I lose my balance and go limp, if his hand wasn't there I would have fell flat on my face.

He picks me up and carries me over to my bed where he gently puts me on it, then gets on all fours over me and 'looks' deep into my eye's which I know where turning red. "Oh, so your eyes can turn different colours. That's beautiful, almost as beautiful as your body" he says in a smug way, like he's a professional or something and is in a dreamland or what not. At this point I'm thinking I'm a goner and wished I had paid more attention to what my teacher was saying on how to use and control my power. I manage to to get three words "who are you?" very weakly. He doesn't respond, he just makes his tentacles return into his back and moves his hand very gently up my body, from my waist up raising my shirt up with it, and I get the goosebumps and the chills as he tries to take off my shirt. As my right arm drops from the arm hole my shirt, I could feel my arm regain some control, and I took this chance while he was still getting my other arm out of the sleeve, I punched him in his jaw, it made his jaw jerk to the left, but other than that, it didn't seem to phase him. "why didn't it hurt him? My strength should've got him a little bit..." He looked back me and I instantly regretted all my life decisions, at he just smile and laughed, his saliva landing on me and a tentacle wrapped around my wrist and kept it from moving. After he was done laughing and getting my other arm or of the shirt, and tossed it to the side, he grabs my left arm and my right and put them above my head and wrapped a tentacle around them. 'this is just a dream! It's just dream! It's just a dream!' I try to reassure myself, but I knew that it wasn't. I felt his cold wet saliva drip onto my face and the disgusting sound of his tongue lick the side of my face, and him whispering stuff about how I taste good or something, I don't know, I really don't try remember.

I try my best to get free, but the tentacle around my wrists got tighter, but that didn't stop me from trying. I continue to try and get my arms free from him and he started to lose his cool as well; to the point where our of nowhere I felt a very sharpe pain in my side, I tried to scream but my mouth was covered with his hand as he leans in close and says "if you don't want to be impaled again, I suggest you stop moving around and stay quiet!" I close my eyes and nod helplessly. He removes his hand from my mouth "Good. Now where were we? Oh yes, I remember" he then runs a cold, boomer finger down the middle of my chest and slips his hand into my jeans. I close my eyes tight as I feel it get closer to my crotch.

I've never felt so much fear and rage the same time. I was fearful because I thought I was defiantly gonna be raped by this guy and I was pissed off for being so helpless. For a demon, fear, rage, sin, and a bunch of other demonic empowering things are like power ups for us, so when this guy reached into my jeans my blood began to boil. He noticed that my eyes are now practically glowing red and my fangs where beginning to show and he just looked at me with a wtf expression. "Get your dirty self off me!" I yelled at him with complete rage and he just smiled and said "your cute when your mad" that pissed me off even more and without much warning a few tentacles of my blood burst out of my chest and impaled him in multiple places in his chest. He got blasted off me and my bed and into the wall then fell unconscious. I try to sit up as the blood returns back inside my body and the wound heals itself.

My head begins to hurt as my vision fades in and out as I try my best to get to my feet only to fall on the floor. 'Gah, my side it hurts!' I put my hand where the pain was coming from and I wince at the pain 'shit! I'm bleeding! I need to... to call...' I make myself go over the phone across the room and call my girlfriend. The phone rings but when the sound of her picking comes through, it cuts to static, just as I see my rapist was coming towards me from the corner of my eye. The next thing I know I wake up in a hospital bed hooked to an IV and a heart rate monitor. I figured I must have passed out from blood loss or shock or something.. So, I'm gonna stop here so Cherry can tell her part. Besides, I need to get myself a drink.