Sitting naked in the bottom of the wardrobe, I felt a shudder of a chill down my spine, despite the warmth of the room reeking of sweat, sex, and shit. After witnessing the horrors of Hannah's depravity at Katie's expense, I could only imagine what horrors she had planned for my other friends. Looking up at her I held my breath in fearful anticipation.
Hannah smirked down at me as she reached a decision. "I think it's time to teach the Bitch Twins a lesson. Get Cunt and Cuntier up here."
Realising she of course was talking about Clara and Alexandria I hesitated for a moment, remembering how much Alexandria's confidence had been knocked by Ms. McLaughlin's perversions on the rooftop, to say nothing how how sensitive Clara was all the time. Considering how depraved Hannah's treatment of Katie was, I doubted she'd be any lighter on the twins. And the fact that she wanted both of them at once added another shadow of foreboding to my already worried mind...
My hesitation was quickly cut short by a scowl from Hannah. Terrified of pissing her off even more I dove for the phone and quickly opened it up.
Clara and Alexandria, as a pair of very close sisters, were one of the few girls in our final year that were happy to stay in a twin dorm. Well, of course, I was now trapped staying in a twin room with Hannah, though most definitely not happily...
Opening up my messages, I decided that Alexandria was my best bet for an in, hoping that she would be more reasonable than her more easily traumatised sister. I composed a message asking if she and Clara could come over so we could talk about what happened to us all on the roof. I felt disgusted with myself, using the trauma of their past horrible experiences as bait to lure them to something I knew would be much much worse...
There was a long time between me sending the message and Alexandria's response. No doubt she was trying to convince her sister to come out of the safety of their room after such a horrible thing to happen to her. Again my heart sunk with my mind spinning of what worse things would happen to them on the heel of my trickery. I felt an absolute traitor.
Hannah tutted to herself at the wait, absentmindedly scratching her hairy cunt before flicking the sticky wetness that stuck to her fingers into my face, giggling to herself as I involuntary shied away from the attacking droplets in disgust.
Eventually the three dots on the screen bubbled and Alexandria's response flashed up. They were on their way.
I quickly remembered to tell her of my new room number. She sent a message back asking if I'd decided to move into a double with Katie. It was such a blatant lie from me to say so, but what did it matter? As soon as they came in the room they'd learn that it was disgusting Hannah I was living with now and not my best friend Katie. And besides, I knew once Hannah's plan came into action there'd definitely be bigger things on their mind than my little white lie.
I shut off the phone and dropped it to the floor. The minutes ticked by in silence. My mind filled with fear for the safety of my friends, Hannah's no doubt filled with the most sickening depravities she was getting ready to exert on them.
With a loud grunt, Hannah stretched up to the ceiling, the stench of her sweat from the heat and exertion of her sexual torment of Katie sharply cutting through the other stinking odours that filled the room. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
Eventually, there came a knock at the door and Hannah grinned with excitement. Clasping the video camera back in my hands, she roughly manhandled me back into the wardrobe before closing the door almost all the way again. With a resigned sigh I knew my job of unwilling camerawoman wasn't done for the day.
Hannah sauntered across the room, picking my phone up from the floor on the way. With a shocking amount of confidence, she swung open the door, revealing the twin pair of shocked faces at seeing fat, ugly Hannah's body in every naked fold.
Clara simply shrieked and turned her face away in disgust, while Alexandria's shocked look quickly turned to rage.
"What the fuck you fat bitch?!" She shouted into Hannah's face, her own disgust visible in the acid of her tone. "What the hell are you doing in Victoria's room? And with her phone? And what the fuck are you doing naked? I think I'm going to be sick!"
Hannah just laughed in her face, her folds jiggling with each hearty laugh.
Clara couldn't handle it at all and turned to run away down the hall, but Hannah's pudgy hand shot out to grab the poor girl's arm to stop her, leaving Clara writhing in disgust at the feeling of the fat naked girl's arm restraining her.
"Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you." Hannah sneered. "Not if you don't want the police to see this."
Turning the phone screen to face the twins, their already pale faces went even whiter with terror. I couldn't see the screen, but I had a pretty good idea what it was. A picture of the two girls posing with their father, smiling in their finery at a busy ball in the Presutti family palazzo in Sicily. But what made this picture so dangerous was the clearly defined face in the background of Marcus Giovanni. Giovanni had attracted infamy across Europe for his implications in several high profile hits on behalf of Italian organised crime. Lorenzo Presutti had been protecting him at their palazzo, and obviously had been unable to refuse a picture with his beloved daughters, not realising that such a threat to his organisation was captured in frame. The reason the picture had been shared in our group chat was that Alexandria had been bragging of her latest sexual conquest. We'd all giggled together in that girlish way, gushing over this chiselled bad-boy Adonis that Alexandria had bagged for herself.
Now, of course, there was no laughter. Only fear. The picture and chat was supposed to be between us. But now, in the hands of Hannah, the fear was very real. Giovanni's face was well known in the news, given the importance of the individuals he'd been implicated in assassinating. An anonymous sending of the picture to the English police from Hannah would see it in the hands of Interpol, and no doubt the quick storming of the Presutti's palazzo. Harbouring a fugitive at best, more evidence found of the undoubted other crimes committed by their father at worst. This picture could destroy the twins' family and possibly even their very lives.
They were standing their, frozen in horrified shock, terrified at the dawning realisation that they were at Hannah's mercy.
Seeing that they had no further intention of moving, Hannah smirked to herself.
"That's what I thought." The fat girl smirked to herself. "Why don't you come in here? I'll let you know how you can earn my silence."
With the tension in the atmosphere insane, all the girls could do was slowly shuffle in as Hannah's flabby arm wrapped around them, pulling them with a gentle force into the room, allowing the door to click shut behind them.
Instantly the stink of the room hit the girls like a brick as they both wrinkled their faces in disgust, Clara even gagging a little at the heavy stench in the air.
