A Date with Satan (work in progress)

"... and remember honey, no alcohol"
*sigh* "yes mom, for a millionth time!" I yell from across the bathroom, drying my hair. She continues yelling some other worries she's having, but i just pretend i cant hear her.

My name is Anita, i'm a freshman at high school and today is a big day for me, because i'll finaly be visiting a traditional music fest in our neighborhood town, which is said to be one of the biggest and most well known around. It hosts artists from all musical genres from rock to alternative and electronic. It took me over a month to convince my mom to let me go at such a big fest, especially at my young age, but i manadged to do it anyway. It doesnt hurt that i'm an honor student, who barely goes out with little frineds. I was never drunk or tryed any drugs unlike many of my schoolmates. I guess mom noticed my lack of friends and general shyness in front of strangers and though maybe it would be good for my social life, to go out and have some fun. That doesn't mean she isn't worried sick about me though and is constantly telling me the dangers of visiting such a big event.

The doorbel rings.
"Come in sweetey" i hear my mom shout.
"Hello Mrs. Pear, is your daughter ready?"
"i think she should be about done with her shower, come in and wait for her while she finishes"
"Anita! Neil is here. Hurry up honey!"
"Yes Mom, be there in a minute!"

No. It's not what you think. I'm way to shy to even talk with boys, let alone have a boyfriend. Neil is my brother in law. I've only known him for about a month and I first met him at the wedding when my mom married my new father in law. He's 26, a lot older then me and is very successful for his age. He travels abroad a lot for this big company he works at so he is barley at home. I've only met him in person for about three times i think, weeding included. And to be honest, I don't like him very much. He barley talks. Not that he is shy like me, i don't think he would be very successful at his job if he were. On the contrary, I don't think he wants to talk to people. It's like he thinks he's better then anybody else. When he does talk he does so in perfect English and acts very polite. Its almost as if he threats everybody like a business partner, or like we are all beneath him. It was especialy hard for me, in fact, I was shivering when i talked to him for the first time. Sure he was polite, but also very intense and kind of intimidating... But maybe that's just me being weird. Maybe he just is a successful and well mannered guy. My mom certainly seems to think so, otherwise she wouldn't have asked him to go to the fest with me. Of course there is no way she would let me go alone, and even if i didn't like him all that much, i didn't really care as i was way to exited for the event.

I walk downstairs.
"Oh, you look beautiful hon!"
"Stop it mom."
I never was very comfortable with my body. I'm fairly short for my age and i have really small breasts which is why a lot of people at school make fun of me. But i do have blue eyes, which people say are beautiful, as well as my face and brown hair, but i'm pretty sure they're exaggerating.
"I have to go to work now, as i'm already late. Remember to be careful and have a good time"
"I will don't worry."
She then focuses her attention to Neil:
"And you young man, be sure to take good care of her and make sure nothing happens to her"
"I will Mrs. Pear, don't you worry." he says with a cheesy grin on his mouth.
"Alright you two, I'm leaving now, have fun, byeee!" and then she's gone.

That leaves only me and Neil alone in the house, and already i'm starting to feel a bit nervous. He is wearing a classy and surely expensive outfit. He's quite tall, has dark brown hair, light brown eyes and is quite skinny, but muscular at the same time... not like those bodybuilders of course, but more like the "athletic" type of muscular, like he does lots of sports, which i wouldn't know because i don't know him all that well.

"Aren't you a bit overdressed for a music fest like this?" I ask him and immediately regret doing so...
"Hmmm, well maybe I am. I think i still have a pair of swimming trunks in my car, apparently there'll be a swimming pool, or mud bath or something like that at the festival... Anyway, there's no way you are going there dressed like that."
"What do you mean?" I ask confused.
"I want you to wear only an oversized T-shirt, no underwear or shoes." he says calmly...
"Y-you're kidding right?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

He stares me directly in the eyes, dead serious with almost a sadistic look on his face. I immediately start to shiver, electricity runs throughout my whole body. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Is he some kind of pervert, or is this a sick cruel joke?