Eros

Chapter 21: Initiation

"What?" Angie gasped, spinning around, gaping at a room full of stripping girls. They crammed and bumped and screamed. It was so sudden, that she just stood there in shock.

"Welcome to DeltaSigmaPi's initiation party, Angelina!" Lorna cried out, snorting like a pig.

Seeing a clear pathway from stifling bodies, Angie darted for the front door, confusion making her desperate.

"Sorry, we can't allow that, fatty. You signed," Candi said with an exaggerated pout.

Panic, tight and wild, choked Angie. The lights swayed and she lost her footing as four half naked girls charged her, one for each of her limbs. The room spun and for or a terrifying second, Angie thought her head would hit the floor. With joint effort, the girls hefted her on their shoulders, but she didn't surrender.

Angie thrashed, twisting this way and that, fear gripping her like a ravenous boa constrictor. "What're you doing? Let me go!"

"Yeah right, the party's just begun. What're you talking about?" Candi's smile glittered as she stuffed something into Angie's mouth. "An apple for the pig!"

"How can he stand her?"

"Yeah, I just don't know what he sees in her. It's like kissing a cutout, he's so stoic."

"All he can talk about is her."

Angie shook her head and dislodged the apple from her teeth, not hearing or comprehending their muddled words. She screamed and squirmed harder against her captors as they lunged into the darkened room behind the curtain. They slammed her against the wall and pinned her. Her heart fluttered until her breaths became thin, stars stabbed behind her eyes and her chest felt as if a hole had been punched through. This was how she felt the day her mom died, an emotion she never cared to relive.

Though her vision was obscured from the shadows and tears, she could see anything the dull outlines of their curves from the light beyond. There were so many! So many hands everywhere. They clutched her collar. They clutched her skirt. They clutched her hair . . . And pulled.

They pulled so hard that jagged tearing sounds pierced their cries and screams.

"No!" Angie shrieked as her clothes fell away along with sharp stabs from their pinches and claws. She squirmed again under their weight, but their hold was much too strong. A huge ripple of heat crashed through her head and the smell of sickly sweet somethings filled the air making her gag, but instead of her lungs being filled with blessed air . . . "Aufg!"

"Eat. Eat. Eat . . ." They chanted, louder and louder and louder, shoving food into her mouth.

Pieces of food lodged into her throat, her body tensed as she coughed through the painful debris. Her nose stung with the remains, but there was no reprieve. More and more kept coming.

Her face dribbled with sticky liquid as they poured it over her head, her eyes stabbing tears. The hooting girls rubbed it into her skin, tossing sharp little things that she heard falling to the floor. The kitchen, they were in the kitchen!

They whooped louder, their clashing voices mixing with their chanting sickness.

She tried to move, but found that while pinning her down, they had managed to tie her with some kind of rope. Terror. That was all she felt as her senses went numb. Shame. That was all she felt as they defiled her. Hatred. That was all she felt as they scorned her.

Suddenly, Angie was thrust to the ground with a hard thump. Bright, piercing stars burst in her head and she moaned. All she could do was squirm like a child trapped inside a pillowcase. So hopeless and frightening! What more did they have planned? Laughter. Horrible sneering laughter as she was wrapped in something plastic and rolled. More rope. But she couldn't speak, her mouth soaking with drool and gross amounts of food.