Leave it in the woods and come back later

You get the idea to leave your backpack with the tome inside somewhere in the woods so that you can come back later when the coast is clear. You find an old stump with enough cover to conceal everything and stuff it inside. Hopefully that will work!

You leave the woods, looking first for signs of anyone, and don't see anyone nearby. As you head back to the dorms, you notice a few students leaving, evidently dressed up for a party. As you pass them, you notice they look really similar to each other… like identical. They must be twins, you figure. You get a nice look at their asses as they walk away: they are round and well proportioned, with their butt cheeks visible near the bottom of their mini dresses. You are curious what they're wearing underneath, if anything...

Part of you now wishes you would follow them - but you're spooked at this point. You don't know where the guy who was chasing you went. He could be anywhere on campus. You decide that it's best to avoid accidentally bumping into him again, so you head back to your dorm room alone

You arrive at your room and promptly shut and lock the door. The rest of the night is uneventful. You unpack a few more boxes of clothes and glance over the reading selections assigned for tomorrow's classes… but your mind keeps wandering to the events of the day and that mysterious book left somewhere in the woods.

You wake the next day in a sweat, as if you had slept in and were late to class. You check your bedside clock: 7:00 AM. None of your classes start until 9. You scan your room and immediately see that your backpack is missing.

Try as you might, you can't remember what happened to it… a lot of the previous day is a mystery to you. You check your phone, only to be disappointed that all of your texts and calls from yesterday have been erased due to what your phone is calling a signal error. You shrug it off and prepare for the day.

As you attend class, you look for any clues as to what happened, but nothing arises. Everything about your college experience seems utterly typical.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the 6th layer of hell

On a stone wall in a dark **** chamber, the outline of a five sided star appears to be drawn from behind the wall. It glows and becomes a window through which a small imp figure hops through.

He lands on the floor beside two larger demons, a succubus and an incubus. They glance up from gazing into a large scrying orb. Beneath each of them two naked, shackled humans are servicing their nether regions. The demons show no signs of feeling any stimulation, nor do they give the subordinates any mind.

"Diminutio!" She says mockingly, "You have returned so soon! We were just observing the mortal realm… curious about the situation."

"Mmmhmmm," nods the incubus. “What happened to that one fellow? It seemed like there was going to be some kind of confrontation. Maybe even some ****!? You know I like that kind of thing...”

“Oh, yes,” replies the imp, “It happens from time to time. You see, if they never open the book, the power remains dormant. The last master has a chance to reclaim it. And he did. It’s a shame, because I sensed so much promise with that last one. I’m sure it will all work out.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we didn’t take that deal of yours,” says the succubus, mockingly. “What, with you coming back without anything to show for it. Why do you even go to the mortal realm, Diminutio, to tease yourself?”

“I don’t know,” says the imp, dejected. “I suppose I go because I can.”

“Mez, your loverboy is ruining the mood,” says the incubus, annoyed. “Tell him to fuck off!”

The imp doesn’t need another hint and quickly vacates the chamber. Those demons are powerful down here, he doesn't need to antagonize them further. Instead, he walks the long halls carved eons ago in the molten rock, all the while cursing their names. He is desperately thinking of a way to stick it to them once and for all.

He stops. If only that last master had made good on his potential, he thinks. The deviancy required for his ambitious plans was far greater than anything he’d previously attempted. He opens up another pentagram portal and hops through, hoping to damnation that the next poor unfortunate soul would be up to the aberrant task.

THE END