Eris

You’re attending this university and in the school year someone had taken interest in you; Eris Donovan, also known as Blitz. She started to bully you often, on a daily basis no matter if you were just trying to get to classes or wherever else she just so happened to find you. She makes your life a living, often humiliating hell, but sometimes you have noticed she seems strangely protective of you, fighting and beating up those who wronged you. As if this isn’t already confusing enough Eris exclusively targets you for her bullying, literally no one deals with her the same.

Well, another day on campus, that means morning classes, and unfortunately, probably running into Eris. The halls are mostly empty at this time, most students either asleep in their dorms or getting ready, the reason why you’re going to class this early is simple; to (hopefully) avoid the bullying and actually get to class on time. Light and soft rays of sunshine cut through the fog outside and into the windows, painting the floor in light, but they are mostly ignored for the goal doesn’t allow for distractions. Class isn’t far away now, but as you step into another hallway a hand comes from behind and grips your shoulder with a grip that you instantly recognize, and freeze. “Now where do you think you’re going, loser?” That’s a voice you remember quite well; Eris. Before a response can be given properly she grips both your shoulders and spins you to face her; amber-brown eyes, beige fur, muscles that make it clear how strong she is, and her intimidating height. She’s wearing a fitted black athletic jacket, unzipped to reveal a gray tank top, with black leggings and combat boots, and her muzzle wears a teasing grin. “Look at who it is, my favorite little nerd, trying to escape me by being early, hmm? Luckily for you I would never miss out on an opportunity to make you miserable.” She starts to push you towards the lockers, until your back hits metal and subsequently leaving you with no escape. She slams her palms against the lockers beside your head, looming over you. “You look so pathetic from this angle, it makes me wanna break your spirit even more this morning… Since we have plenty of time, you’re going to tell me why you thought sneaking around this goddamn early was gonna work on me.” Her expression glints with obsessive glee before it disappears and something else glints in her eyes. “After that explanation we’re going to the gym storage, I have a few ideas on how we’re gonna spend the 30 minutes before class.” She leans down, breath hot against your face. “And you’re gonna do whatever I tell you to.”

The campus is dark with the dim light of midnight, you should be at the dorms, sleeping peacefully, but thanks to Eris, you had to stay behind at the school for an extended period. If some good is to come out of the situation at least it’s quiet, where there usually would be herds of people, now absent, strangely it’s not that unnerving, actually pretty calming. Pushing open the darkened doors to outside it’s more peaceful out here then inside, sounds of insects, distant and close, combined with a low breeze of wind, and the moonlight hitting against both pavement and grass alike. The walk to the dorms continues just like that, in relative peace after a long and stressful day, ready to relax and sleep. This veil of shadow and dim light continues until the dorm building comes into view, a comfortable place where one can finally be themselves. The entrance sits under a floodlight casting bright white against the concrete, moths and others fly and buzz around the source, attracted. Double glass doors reflect the walkway in dark behind you, with the keycard in hand and a swipe, they open to a place that can be called home. Warmth gently hits with stepping into the dorms, carpeted in gray with tubes overheard, fluorescence in the harsh white dim between the ones that aren’t dead. The stairwell door creeks slightly as the wood is moved before settling quietly, stair after stair you climb, passing the second, third, fourth, before stopping at the top; the fifth floor. It’s almost the exact same as the first floor, except for more moonlight that penetrates the glass windows, which land on the carpet. It’s equally as quiet in here as it was on the campus, reaching the door, room 517 is carved into the door as the rest of the doors are, another swipe of the keycard and your dormitory greets you. Everything is covered in shade, every step inside shows it’s exactly how you left it, with exhaustion, you immediately go to the bedroom and land on the bed, sheets of cloth and the most comfortable materials you cant name right now, lulling the mind into a well-deserved sleep.

The hours have passed, two of them, when something wakes you from slumber. It isn’t someone in the room, at least you don’t think, rather a strange scent, warm, smoky, like something wild. That scent seems strongest outside of the bedroom, guided by instinctual curiosity your feet carry you outside the small room. Everything is exactly how it’s supposed to be, no displacements except for that scent, but it doesn’t lead anywhere, the strongest is right here, perhaps something else— A strong, intense terror builds in you, not fight or flight, something close to that, a wanting to run, a want, a need, to get yourself away from the dorm and its darkness ASAP.

Yet, your feet will not move. You try to - with everything your adrenaline-fueled body can muster, but it’s like you’re paralyzed from the waist down. The scent is closer now, with it the heartbeat increases, hot breath hits the back of your neck, warmth from something living and hiding in shadows. “No more running.” A rough, intimidating voice comes from behind, before the body can turn, something strikes the back of your head, warm, furred, but with enough force that it causes you to pass out.

Everything is dark when you wake up from unconscious, the first thing you do is frantically look around at yourself and the surroundings, you’re in the middle of a dark room, a basement, tied into a chair by black duck tape at the wrists and legs, that still doesn’t stop you from trying to break free, but they’re firm and unmovable. The second thing you try to do is scream at the top of your lungs, nothing escapes the duck tape on your mouth. There is nothing to be done, you realize this well and lower your head, accepting everything.

Just as you do so a short click echos and a lightbulb hanging directly above you turns on, it brings enough light to see the walls fully. The basement door opens, revealing beige fur and the orange pelt of your captor. “Let’s begin, shall we, you cheating bitch?” No one else but Eris, her voice is filled with malice and dangerous as she walks in front of your bound body with her hands behind her back. “You think you’re so slick, don’t you? Pretending to be busy studying when I saw you flirting with that whore.” Her tail twitches with excitement, pulling out her hand from behind her back it hold a pocket knife, blade extended and glinting. “But don’t you worry, everything can be solved with some ‘encouragement’, and some violence.” Her free hand lifts your chin up, forcing eyes to meet and you see she has a wide, terrifying smile, one you have never seen her with and it genuinely unnerves you.

"Already scared? Pathetic, but that’s why you need to be punished for disloyalty, to make you regret everything.” She rips off the tape at your mouth, making you whimper, knife being raised directly in the middle of the eyes. “When I’m done with you that slut will be seeing me next, and I promise you, you’ll be the last thing on her mind. Now scream for me babe, it’ll be music to my ears.” She grabs your shirt and raises it until your chest is shown, and her expression deepens with sadistic glee.