Page 10 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

I desperately need to get this out of my system so I can go back to just being a student. Then, I’ll figure out the rest of my life.

It’s not any better.

The rest of the day is a whirlwind, my peace in tatters, but I manage to get through it without being mauled or yelled at. Blowing out a breath, I decide to go into the cafe to pick up dinner, and then head to the library to get some reading in.

At least two of my roommates will be home. I have this savage need to avoid them all. I’m feeling sensitive, and no one should be exposed to my emotions. I’m as likely to punch someone as I am to begin crying.

Despite being surrounded by people, I feel incredibly lonely. I should be used to being the odd one out, yet it’s hitting me harder than usual today. I barely taste my salad as I eat in the corner of the food court, skulking out to the library after.

My corner in the stacks is freezing cold due to the air conditioning, my teeth chattering as I put my headphones in to connect to my phone. Soon, I’m lost in the world of chemistry as I read for the class I just added to my schedule so I’m ready for tomorrow.

I’m going to need to wear long sleeves or bring a sweater with me when I’m indoors despite the warm weather in Louisiana, which is like being punched in the face by humidity. It’s so different from any other state I’ve lived in, my curls even wilder than they’ve ever been. Maybe that’s also why my emotions are all over the place.

I’d much rather blame it on something like a new place and the weather than Professor Phenex Gorsch. Asshole.

I tear through all of my reading for the rest of the week before I finally begin to feel better. Notes overflow the pages of my notebooks for each class, my back already aching from the knowledge that I need to lug my books back to my dorm. It would be nice if I felt safe in my room, but I don’t yet.

My roommates are classless louts that complain often and are really loud. Thorley hasn’t been too bad, however it’s easy to bunch them all together. I don’t want to be someone who is bitter and angry, causing me to be unfair to others.

Closing my eyes, I breathe in and out slowly, happy to find there’s not a hint of peaches anywhere on this floor. I’m officially marking myself safe from any other fucked up shit happening to me today.

Shaking my head as I open my eyes, I pack my things before stretching. I need to find a way to relax, and hate that I can’t do normal things like go for a run or go for a swim in the student resource building. This university is stuffed with amenities, yet I can’t use any of them because most will make me sweat.

I saw a salsa dancing class that made me literally drool come through my email this morning. It makes me want to find a better way to hide my scent. I wonder if I can get into the chemistry lab to test different compounds to make a descenting spray instead. It’ll be harder to sweat off in the armpit of the United States of America.

Not to throw any shade, but I don’t know what to do with myself in this weather. I’m going to lose my mind if I can’t find a way to control my scent, and it’s only been one day of paranoia and anxiety. I’m usually very confident that my lotion is doing what it needs to, yet that has been ripped away from me.

I need to find some form of equilibrium.

Picking up my heavy bag, I pull the straps over my arms, wincing as it settles on my back and shoulders. Just because Ifeel as if the weight of the world is falling on me, doesn’t mean I want to literally feel it.

Walking to the elevator, I push the button to call it to my floor, my hand resting in my pocket where my pepper spray is. When I went back to my room earlier, I showered after I forced my body to orgasm and changed into fresh clothing. I’m now in a pair of ripped jeans, a black tank top and my trusty boots. I’m still freezing even now.

I’m not made for the cold. I can think of nothing better than cuddling up in the blankets in my closet to take a nap. It’s only nine at night, I’m unsure if I’ll actually be able to sleep till morning yet.

Stepping into the empty elevator as the doors open, I hit the button for the lobby when I feel a tendril of unease through my body. My muscles are slowly locking up, my fear response high.

There’s nothing here, Lorelei. Relax.Except, it’s possible that isn’t exactly true.

“Is… anyone here?” I stutter, my breaths coming out harsh and fast. This university is filled with demons and monsters with all kinds of abilities, and it’s very possible that there’s one in the elevator car with me.

My heart is banging around in my chest, my body screaming that I get out of the elevator. Except I can’t, because there’s nowhere to go, and I’m stuck until the elevator car gets to the bottom.

Something touches my knee through my ripped jeans, and I scream, shoving myself into the corner of the car. My eyes search for the culprit, even as my vision gets darker due to my terror. As much as I know I’m supposed to be at this school, all of the weird shit happening has me wanting to leave immediately.

Phantom fingers continue to move over my body, seemingly gliding up my skin as they leave raised bumps of confusion. It’s when its hands firmly squeeze my breasts that things begin tochange, my small moan pulling what I swear is a satisfied grunt from the air.

My nipples pebble as the invisible hands continue to torture my breasts underneath my shirt, my mind taking a backseat to its pleasure. I’m writhing as I whimper to the ministrations of what must be a ghost, something that can’t be possible. My moan is very real, though, as is the phantom hand that cups my hot pussy. Its tight grip is what finally pulls me out of my haze, my cunt clenching so hard I can’t breathe.

“This is wrong,” I gasp, shaking my head as my curls toss around my face. “Fuck, I have to get out of this?—”

The doors open to the elevator at that moment, and I find myself free of both my paralysis and the invisible hands holding me. My legs threaten to collapse underneath me as I move as quickly as I can without running. The librarians here are serious about noise and I heard that they’ll ban you from entering if you annoy them.

They’re all wrinkled and hunched over as they watch me leave, though I’m unsure of what kind of creature they are. Their gaze lays heavy on me with their multiple eyes even after I push my way through the doors of the building.

My chest is heaving as I’m hit in the face with the hot, humid air outside as I half walk, half run down the path toward the dormitory towers. The air is so thick it feels as if it’s a physical force I need to move through. I don’t remember it being this bad in the previous days I’ve been out, but what’s one more fucked up thing to happen today?

I’m sweating despite my best efforts not to, and find the front door to my dorm room again. Peering inside, I find Thorley and Adares sitting on the couch drinking a beer with other monsters. Walking quietly, I let myself into my bedroom and close the door.

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