Brad, 18 years old, tall, pale skin, short, neat black hair, icy blue eyes, and a mild case of resting bitch face.
Ty, 18 years old, tall, tan skin, wild bleach blonde hair with dark roots, always smirking, smiling or giggling.
Charlotte, 18 years old, petite, pale with freckles, shoulder length brown hair. Practically invisible throughout her entire life.
Charlotte was an outcast. She knew that. She was at peace with the loneliness, she truly was. If it were just her solitude, she would be content. Unfortunately for her, Bradley Scott and Tyler Danes decided to adopt her as their bitch their senior year.
Brad and Ty were both tall, fit, popular seniors who liked to play cruel jokes on unsuspecting losers. Throughout high school, they would single someone out and rip on them for a few weeks before moving on to another target.
At the beginning of the school year, they had a great idea for a prank to pull on one of the nerdy girls. They were going to put red food coloring on a maxi pad and stick it onto her ass. When they found out Charlotte would be playing the violin during the first assembly, they knew it had to be her. The kids called her Bloody Mary from then on.
After seeing how distraught she was, they decided to prank her again. This time they photoshopped her face onto a porn star's body and printed off dozens of copies. They posted them in the locker rooms and bathrooms along with her phone number. She got filthy texts and calls at all hours until she changed her phone number.
She didn't know they were behind all of the torment until prom time, when Ty asked her to the prom. He surprised her with red roses. He dropped to one knee while Brad filmed. He pulled a box from his pocket and held it out to her.
"I'm going to ask you the most important question you've ever been asked, before. Are you ready?"
He could hardly contain his glee as she nodded her head slowly, anxiety filling her body as a crowd formed.
He opened the box and inside was a tampon covered in fake blood.
"Do you need a tampon, Bloody Mary?"
Everyone laughed and Charlotte ran to the bathroom. It was then she began planning her revenge.
The plans were small and simple at first: slashing the tires on their cars. But as her anger, loneliness and hormones all simmered, she developed an idea for a much more personal and satisfying means of revenge.
She would lay in bed, imagining seducing them both and then drugging them. They would wake up in her dungeon (because she had a dungeon in her fantasy) and they would serve her every day and fulfill her every desire.
After Graduation, Charlotte had pretty much abandoned plotting her revenge. She was content to know she would never have to see them again. Until one day, while out running errands, she saw Ty and Brad hanging out and smoking weed behind a dumpster. She snuck up on them and listened to their conversation.
"Elizabeth?" Ty asked.
"4.5," Brad replied.
"What? Why so low?" Ty asked.
"I like bigger tits. Anything smaller than a C-cup won't be higher than 5," Brad chuckled and coughed a little.
"Okay, so who did you want to fuck but never got to?" Brad queried.
"Don't judge me, man," Ty wheezed.
"I would never." Brad held up his hands and shook his head.
"Bloody Mary, dude," Ty chuckled and coughed.
"Seriously?!" Brad grabbed the joint and took a hit. "I mean, I kind of get it. She looks like she would let you do anything you want to her because she's just so grateful for the attention."
"That's exactly why," Ty said. "Could talk her into anything."
"So many fucked up things I want to do to that bitch," Brad said.
The way they talked about her was humiliating. She had thought the torment was over. School ended, how could they make her feel like this still?
The proverbial straw fell. The camel's back was broken. She went shopping for supplies that day.
It was cold. Ty was naked. Curled up on a metal floor. His vision was blurry. Bars? Were those bars? No. It was wire. He was in a cage. A cage made for a very large dog, maybe. Inside a cage in what appeared to be a living room.
"Hmmm," he moaned through the cloth gag in his mouth.
He made to sit up but his hands were cuffed and secured to the crate. He blinked rapidly to try to clear his eyes. Panic was setting in.
His eyes cleared and what he saw terrified him. Bloody Mary, smiling at him, outside of the crate, holding a small remote control with three buttons in her hand.
He looked around and saw Brad in an identical crate. He was also curled up, still sleeping, Ty hoped.
"HHNNGGH!" Ty tried to yell around the gag.
His anger only made Bloody Mary chuckle. She took a step closer and bent forward. The top of her little black dress dipped and he saw the tops of the beautiful tits she kept hidden so well in school.
The visual distraction was only momentary as she made a show of pushing the top button. Electricity coursed through his body as she chuckled.
He panted, trying to catch his breath as he watched her walk over to Brad's cage.
"Hnngh!" he yelled, trying to get Brad's attention.
She put her finger to her red painted lips and lifted the button in warning.
Brad stirred. Something felt wrong. He was sleeping all weird. It felt like he had gotten tangled in the sheets, but he didn't feel any sheets.
He noticed there was something in his mouth. He tried to spit it out but he found it was wedged in. He raised his hands to pull whatever it was out but they stopped a few inches up, as if they were anchored to something.
Ty heard Brad's muffled protests and watched as his gorgeous captor pulled out a second remote control.
"HHNNG!" Ty screamed.
Charlotte glared at him and pressed the top button, sending volts through Ty's body again.
He seized and wondered if he was going to die here.
When the electricity stopped and he could once again breathe, he heard metal clinking and scraping across metal. He opened his eyes and saw his best friend struggling against the cage, violently fighting to get out.
"You can struggle all you want, you pathetic little bitch. You're not going anywhere until I let you go. Now be quiet and do as I say, or you're going to be punished. And I don't just mean these little shock collars I amped up; I mean
real
punishments. Do you understand me?"
Charlotte's voice was smooth and clear and confident. Nothing like it had been in school. The men nodded their heads defeatedly.
"I'm going to take out your gags so we can have a chat. After that, I'll decide what privileges you deserve and when to bestow them upon you. I'm warning you, though, if either of you scream, you will both regret it. Do you understand?"
The men nodded.
She loosened the gags behind their heads enough for them to spit them out and then she took a seat on an oversized leather chair positioned a few feet in front of the cages.
"Why the fuck are we-" Brad began but was abruptly cut off by the shock collar.
"Forgot to mention, you won't get a warning. If you do something I don't like, you get shocked. Got it?"
They both nodded.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that," Charlotte put a hand up to her ear and gave a sarcastic lean forward.
