This work of FICTION contains themes of non-consent, humiliation, abuse and other related kinks. This is meant as entertainment to bring enjoyment, not as something that should be carried out. If this offends you, please do not read.
"R-Rebecca, where are you taking us?" I ask, trying not to sound nervous, but I know it shows. I look around and the scene is from a horror movie. It's a neighborhood street like you might find in any neighborhood anywhere, only the end of it is dark as there are no street lamps at all. I mean, there are some, but they are all burnt out, leaving the end cul-du-sac looking very scary.
"I told you Sara. Part of your initiation," Rebecca says in an almost emotionless tone. She's walking in front with myself and Lilly following behind her. Unlike myself, Lilly looks upbeat and happy, as if she's having the best time. This may sound mean, but all those "blond" jokes I think were about her. Ditzy doesn't describe her properly at all.
Rebecca came into the sorority today and called on myself and Sara for a special initiation. This isn't all that weird as we are both pledges, and Full Sisters can call on pledges to do initiations. Most of them are stupid and silly, meant to humiliate you and make sure you can handle yourself. So far the worst I've seen is that they made one girl wear only her underwear while at the house, and that was to try and get her to love her own body. Overall it is a good sorority as they are all about helping you make it in college.
What concerns me is that it's Rebecca doing this. She and I had a brief fight not to long ago. It wasn't anything too bad or even physical. I had started to talk to a guy named John that's in one of my classes. We never got any further past sending flirty texts before I found out that he had been on several dates with Rebecca. At once I broke it off as I didn't want to be with anyone that like that, who lines up several women for himself.
Only Rebecca saw it as me moving in on her man. I told her that wasn't the case and that I didn't know. We talked it out and I told her the honest truth, but I'm not sure she believed me. But she's been fine towards me. No rude comments or anything like that. Just acting like normal. Only when she doesn't think anyone is looking, I can see her glaring at me.
"This is something I had to do last year when I was 18, like the two of you," Rebecca explains, with it being one of the few things she's said the entire trip.
"I love a mystery!" Sara chimes in happily. For a moment I look at her, thinking how she has no clue that this could be something bad. After all Sara is in Rebecca's bad graces too. A couple of weeks ago we were at the beach wearing bikinis with the sorority's initials on them, when Sara told Rebecca that her left boob looked smaller than her right, and maybe she should stuff it to look normal.
Many of the girls had to inform Sara that having slightly different sized boobs is normal, and there's nothing wrong with it, to which Sara stated she would get surgery if that was the case. Granted Sara is very much an airhead, but I saw Rebecca's face that day. She was PISSED, especially for it to be said in front of so many people.
"Here we are," Rebecca says as we are fully into the darkened part of the street. Now that I'm in this area, it's not as scary as a I thought it would be. The houses are well kept and look good. I thought for sure they would looked scary and haunted but that isn't the case at all. Just an area with no streetlamps.
Rebecca then points across the street to one of the houses in the cul-du-sac. I follow where she points and get a shiver up my spine. It's a house with all sorts of trash and engine parts all over the yard. The grass looks like it hasn't been cut in forever and I think I smell beer from the place way over here.
"All you have to do is go over there, and tell the man, 'trick or treat.' That's it," Rebecca says, glee now in her voice. It's more than glee. I think she's holding back her glee as she is so excited. It is extremely creepy for some reason, as she is holding back what is really about to happen.
"Ok!" Sara says and starts walking forward at once. I nearly shout for her to stop, but don't. Instead I look at Rebecca to try and see if this is just a silly prank or some sort of evil setup. But she looks at me with an unreadable expression, making it seem like I'm the asshole for thinking this is a setup.
After giving me a 'well, you going?' look, she motions for me to start walking. Not wanting to, I do begin to walk. We both know if I refuse, I can be kicked out of the sorority. Rebecca is a Full Sister after all. And I can see people siding with her if I complain and say I didn't do it because I was scared.
As I follow behind Sara as she walks across the road, I tell myself that I'm overreacting. That this isn't anything bad. That it's just a prank. They do pranks on pledges all the damn time. It's nothing to get upset or scared over.
But as I get closer, I see the man Rebecca referred to, and I get scared. He's sitting in a lawn chair in the midst of his yard, completely in the dark. He looks like a shadow in the midst of the outlines of all the trash and junk scatters in his yard. And all around him are empty beer cans, like hundreds of them, not to mention few cases of beer sitting next to him. Even in the dark I can see him watching us as we get closer.
"Trick or Treat!" Sara says brightly as she hops onto the sidewalk in front of the house. A couple of moments later, I step up on it as well, but I don't say anything. The closer I get to the guy, the more my skin crawls as this doesn't feel right. I mean, on the far other end of the street, kids are trick or treating and everything seems normal. You hear screams of kids, adults laughing and teenagers being teenagers. But here? It feels wrong. I mean, why are there no trick or treaters here? Why is it all dark?
The man, who is still in the dark tilts his head as if to look beyond us. When he does, I look behind me to see Rebecca still on the other side of the street. She looks right at the man and then waves a knowing wave. Right after she turns and starts to walk off at a brisk pace.
My eyes narrow on her, as the fear that we've been set up increases greatly. She almost runs as she goes, desperate to get out of here. Only she stops once she is in the safety of the streetlamps where she looks back at us.
"Alright then," the man says with a sigh, as if he's bored. To this he tosses his empty beer can behind him and grabs him a new one from the case next to him. After adjusting himself in his chair, he turns his focus on us. Only he doesn't say anything more. Just sits and looks at us.
"Just had to come here. Had to come here and get taught a fucking lesson for being so fucking dumb, huh?" The man tells us. He says this calmly, but it doesn't feel calm. It actually feels the opposite, like he's dying to leap up and attack us. It's so intense and unexpected that I can't think of what to do but stand here.
"Get your clothes off," the man says in a gruff, no-nonsense voice. My eyes widen at this as a cold pang of fear rushes up my back. Did he really just say that? No, no way. I mean, the way he said it was like someone saying, "get off my property please."
"I'm sorry, what?" I ask, in disbelief of what I think I heard. If this is a joke, it's not funny. It's actually scary as all hell. Not even Sara laughs.
"Look ya dumb fat bitch, get your clothes off now, unless you want to piss me off," he says in what is a clear warning. I gasp at his extremely rude and blunt insult. I know I'm not a stick figure like Sara is, but I've never had any issue getting a date. Yes, I'm on the larger side, but I know I'm very beautiful. I've been called a BBW many, many times. Also it doesn't hurt when you have M cups for breasts and a large butt for people to grab. But I wouldn't ever call someone like me fat.
"Oh! I get it!" Sara suddenly chimes is, as if the lightbulb went off in her head. She then laughs and points at the very creepy man, as if she's in on the joke. The man doesn't react at all.
"I've seen this before on TikTok. He's one of those mean personal trainer guys. Makes you get naked then yells at you while telling you to do exercises. I watch those vids all the time. Some of them are real funny too. Can't believe I'm going to get to be on one!" Sara tells me, having no clue the danger that we (probably) are in.
As if all is right in the world, she removes her sandals to become barefoot in this trash-strewn yard. Next she unbuttons her pants. While she keeps undressing, I look at the guy who is maybe 5 feet away.
What scares me even worse about him is that he isn't even watching Sara get undressed like most guys would. They would be locked onto her, trying to take in everything about her body. But not this guy. He's still sitting in his chair, head laying back, downing another beer. He doesn't seem to care at all that a woman is getting naked right in front of him. In fact, he looks annoyed.
"What's it going to be Fat Tits?" The man asks while not looking at me. To this, I get another harsh pang of reality. What am I going to do? The smart and best thing would be to turn and run. To get the hell out of here. But I can't do that, can I? If I did, I would be leaving Sara alone with this nutjob. And I doubt I could convince her to go with me as she thinks this is some trend.
If I do run off, Rebecca could have me kicked out. I mean, I'm sure I could explain it to the others, how this isn't right, but what if they agree with her? What if it is a silly prank, and I'm just making it worse? Do I want to risk ruining my chances of a good collegiate environment?
And then a new thought pops in my head, one that I have never felt before...I am scared to go. I'm scared of this guy, for real. What if I try to take off, and he comes after me? What would he do then? Would it make him even madder, to which he might do something worse than what he's thinking of doing now? Would I even be able to out run him?
"I...I'm doing it," I tell him to try and keep him calm before he gets upset. When I say this, he doesn't react. Not even a head nod to show he heard me.
