Two centuries... Over two hundred missing girls... One dark secret.
Eighteen year old Daisy Donovan is a freshman at the prestigious Mathers University. Once there, she is selected to join Venefica, the university's most elite and successful sorori...
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USER: ♡DaisyChain♡ 🏳️🌈 INSTITUTION: Mathers University, USA
📋 "I Joined an Elite Sorority, but I Think I've Made a Mistake - 2." 📋
At the bottom of the winding staircase stood another one of the girls I had met earlier. If I recalled correctly, her name was Blair. At first glance, I thought she looked a little uncomfortable, but she quickly brightened up when she saw Candice and I.
"Blair's going to be your roommate this semester," Candice explained.
"Hi," Blair and I said, both at the same time. We both giggled awkwardly.
She nodded to my boxes, which had been left abandoned at the bottom of the stairs. "Do you want a hand moving all that upstairs?"
"That would be great."
Blair was a rather slight looking girl, with arms as thin and pale as a porcelain mannequin, but she lifted one of the heavier boxes with ease. The spiral staircase creaked under the weight of the boxes as we ascended it. At the top was a long hallway, with a series of five identical doors. The door at the end of the hallway seemed somehow older than the rest, with dust in the grooves of the wood. A leather cord stretched across the door between pegs on either side. Blair led me through the second door on the left, into a spacious bedroom with two single four-poster beds. We left the boxes at the bottom of my bed, nearest to the door.
"Hey," Blair said to me, once I'd brought my final box up the stairs, "Do you wanna write your name on the wall?"
I hesitated. "Isn't that, like, vandalism?"
Blair shrugged. "We all do it," she assured me, and gestured to her own side of the room where a series of names and dates covered the wall, some at least two hundred years old.
She handed me a red marker pen and I turned to my wall, scanning the long list. The most recent name on the list was Nadia Herrera, and was dated ten months ago. Before that were names like Sadie Whitford, Jessica Haverfield, and Rebecca Quinn. I didn't think I'd met any of them, so I presumed they had all either graduated or dropped out.
