The Unraveling
by Emily

Chapter 41

The room was thick with the scent of sex, a heady mix of arousal and spent passion that clung to the air like a second skin. Riley felt it in her nose, on her tongue, a constant reminder of the scene she had just played out under the watchful eyes of the trio. She sat back on her heels, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, her hand still resting between her own legs, her own need unfulfilled.

Ellie's voice was a low purr as she slithered off the bed, her movements sinuous and feline. She picked up her discarded clothes, one by one, and began to dress herself with a casual ease that seemed to mock Riley's own nakedness. Riley couldn't help but watch as she slid her panties back over her still-swollen pussy, the fabric sticking slightly to her skin.

"You should get dressed too, Tyler," Ellie said, tossing him his boxers. "We wouldn't want to make Riley too jealous, now would we?"

The towel fell away, and Tyler's cock sprang free, still semi-hard and glistening with the remnants of their encounter. Riley couldn't help but stare, her eyes drawn to the pearls of cum that still clung to the base of his shaft. He caught her gaze and looked away, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he quickly stepped into his boxers. The fabric stretched over his cock, the outline of his arousal clear against the fabric.

Ellie watched them both with an amused smile, slipping into her own clothes with a grace that seemed almost practiced. Riley felt a twinge of envy at their nonchalance, at their ability to navigate these intimate moments with ease while she remained frozen in place, her mind racing with thoughts of what she had just been forced to do.

"Riley," Ellie's voice was like a whip crack in the heavy silence, "stand up."

Riley's body trembled as she slowly pushed herself to her feet, the cold air of the room hitting her like a slap. She was painfully aware of her nakedness, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as Tyler's eyes swept over her. It was a feeling she was all too familiar with, a constant reminder of her vulnerability in this twisted game of power.

As she stood there, her legs still shaking, she felt Tyler's gaze lingering on her exposed pussy, the evidence of her arousal still glossing her labia. She knew he could see everything—the way she was swollen with need, the way her clit was still pulsing with unfulfilled desire. It was a humiliating realization, one that made her stomach clench with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Well, Tyler?" Ellie's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife. "What do you think of Riley's body?"

Riley felt a fresh wave of embarrassment crash over her as Tyler's eyes swept over her once more. "It's... it's...," he stuttered, his face flushing a deep shade of red. "It's beautiful," he finally managed, his eyes darting away again.

Ellie's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with amusement at Riley's discomfort. "You heard him, Riley," she purred. "He thinks you're beautiful. You should be grateful for the attention."

Riley felt a surge of conflicting emotions—part of her was indeed flattered by Tyler's compliment, but another part felt a deep sense of unease. It was one thing to be objectified by the trio, but to have Tyler, who was essentially a stranger to her, staring at her like that was unnerving. It brought home the reality of her situation with stark clarity—she was little more than a plaything to be used and discarded at their whims.

Ellie's smile grew wider as she watched Riley's discomfort. She knew just how to twist the knife, how to keep her on edge. "It's time for you to go, Tyler," she said, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "Thank you for being such a good sport."

Tyler's eyes darted to Riley's, and she could see the question in them. Did he feel guilty? Aroused? She couldn't tell, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know. "Yeah," he mumbled, pulling on his shirt with shaking hands. "Thanks for... for letting me stay."

Ellie waved him off with a dismissive hand. "Don't mention it," she said, her tone light. "We're all friends here."

As the door clicked shut behind Tyler, Riley felt a sudden surge of relief—and loss. The room seemed to shrink without his presence, leaving her feeling even more exposed and vulnerable. Ellie stepped closer, her eyes raking over Riley's naked form with a predatory gaze that made her skin crawl.

"Riley," Ellie began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "we have some unfinished business to attend to."

Riley's heart skipped a beat. She knew that tone all too well—it was the one Ellie used when she had some new twisted plan in mind. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"The girl from the shower this morning," Ellie said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "The one who walked in on your little 'performance'." She paused, letting the words hang in the air like a challenge. "We know who she is."

Riley's heart stopped. The memory of the unseen audience member was still fresh in her mind—the way her breath had hitched when she realized she wasn't alone, the sudden self-consciousness that had crashed over her like a wave. "How?" she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.

Ellie's smile grew sly. "We have our ways," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And it seems she's quite eager to make amends for her little indiscretion."

Riley felt her stomach drop. "What...what do you mean?" she stuttered.

"Oh, you'll see," Ellie said with a wink, her tone filled with anticipation. "But for now, get dressed. You wouldn't want to keep her waiting."

Riley's hands trembled as she pulled on her clothes, her mind racing with what could be in store for her. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement at the thought of facing the mysterious girl from the shower. What kind of 'amends' would she be expected to make?

Once dressed, Riley followed Ellie out of the dorm, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the quad. Aria and Claire were waiting for them, both looking smug and slightly amused at the situation. They exchanged knowing glances as Riley approached, their expressions making it clear they were in on Ellie's plan.

"Riley," Aria began, her voice as smooth as silk, "we've had a little chat with our new friend from this morning. She's quite eager to make sure you understand the consequences of your little...exhibition."

Riley's face flushed hotter than the sun above them, her eyes darting to Claire, whose grin was positively sinister. "What...what does she want?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Oh, she just wants to spend some quality time with you," Claire replied, her eyes glinting with something that could have been malice—or maybe just excitement. "But don't worry, we've got a little plan to make sure she plays nice. And by 'nice', I mean deletes that video she has."

Ellie led the way to a sleek black car parked at the edge of the lot, the sun reflecting off its gleaming surface like a beacon of their impending doom. Riley felt a knot form in her stomach as she followed her roommate, the weight of the trio's expectations heavy on her shoulders. The engine roared to life, and Ellie peeled out of the parking space with a grin that was as reckless as it was terrifying.

"Where are we going?" Riley asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You'll see," Ellie replied, her grin growing wider as she navigated the car through the winding streets of the upscale neighborhood. The houses grew larger, more ostentatious with each turn, until they pulled up to a sprawling mansion that looked like it had been plucked from the pages of a glossy magazine. "Looks like our little shower peeper has a taste for the finer things in life," Ellie quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“She doesn’t even live in the dorms,” Ellie said, eyeing the grandeur of the house as they approached the massive gate. “Can you believe the audacity? Using our showers like they’re a public bathhouse. We’re going to have to set her straight, don’t you think?”

“Definitely,” Aria said with a wink.

The girls climbed out of the car and approached the imposing front door, their heels clicking against the cobblestone driveway. Riley’s heart thundered in her chest as Ellie reached out and rang the bell. The sound echoed through the quiet neighborhood, and she couldn’t help but feel like they were about to pull off some kind of prank, despite the very real stakes of the situation.

The door swung open, and a tall, well-built man with salt-and-pepper hair and a friendly smile greeted them. "Hi there, girls," he said, his voice deep and warm. "Can I help you with something?"

Ellie stepped forward, her smile as sweet as honey. "Hi, Mr. Thomas," she purred, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "We're here to see your daughter, Rachel. We're in the same study group."

The man's smile grew wider, his eyes lingering on the four of them. "Ah, yes," he said. "Rachel mentioned she'd be expecting company. You can head on up to her room. It's the last door on the left at the top of the stairs."

The staircase was grand and winding, with family portraits lining the walls. As they ascended, Riley couldn't help but feel like she was climbing the steps to her own doom. Each step brought her closer to the inevitable confrontation, and she felt the knot in her stomach tighten with every footfall. Her eyes darted to the photos as they passed, taking in the images of Rachel growing from a cherubic child into a poised young woman.

When they finally reached the top, Ellie turned to Riley with a look that was a mix of excitement and malice. "Remember, Riles," she said, her voice a low murmur that sent chills down Riley's spine. "You do whatever Rachel says, no matter what."

Aria nodded solemnly. "She's not playing games," she added. "If she says jump, you ask how high."

Riley felt her heart sink further. She didn't know what Rachel had planned for her, but she knew it wouldn't be pleasant. Still, she nodded, gritting her teeth and determining to get through this ordeal. "Okay," she whispered. "I'll do what she says."

Ellie's smile grew even wider, as if she had just won a prize. "Good girl," she said, patting Riley's cheek gently. "Now, let's go get that video back."

With a deep breath, Riley stepped forward and raised her hand to knock on Rachel's door. The sound echoed through the hallway, and for a moment, the only thing she could hear was the hammering of her own heart. Then, the door swung open, and Rachel stood before them.

Rachel's eyes narrowed slightly as they took in Riley's flustered appearance. "Hi," she said, her voice cool and composed. "Come in."

The room was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the house below—sleek, minimalist, and almost entirely pink. The walls were adorned with tasteful, modern art, and the furniture looked like it had been picked straight out of a high-end magazine. The only thing that looked out of place was Rachel herself, dressed in a simple black tank top and yoga pants, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Her eyes swept over the trio, lingering on Riley before finally landing on Ellie. "I didn't expect a party," Rachel said, her tone a mix of amusement and annoyance. "What's with the entourage?"

Ellie's smile never wavered. "Oh, they're just here to make sure everything goes...smoothly." She stepped aside, revealing Riley's trembling form. "This is Riley. She's here to apologize for what happened this morning."

Rachel's gaze shifted to Riley, and for the briefest of moments, Riley thought she saw a flicker of something that could have been sympathy. But it was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a steely resolve that sent a shiver down her spine. "I see," Rachel said, her voice clipped. "Well, why don't you all come in?"

Claire stepped forward, closing the door behind them with a decisive click. The sound was like the closing of a prison cell, and Riley felt a sense of dread settle in the pit of her stomach. She took a step into the room, her eyes scanning the space for any sign of where this was heading. Rachel's room was immaculate, not a single item out of place—except for the pink laptop that sat open on her desk, the screen displaying the incriminating video of Riley's shower performance.

"So," Rachel began, her voice cool and collected, "Ellie filled me in on your...unique situation. She said you'd be willing to do just about anything to get this little video deleted." Rachel's eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement, her fingers toying with the edge of the laptop. "Is that true, Riley?"

Riley felt the blood rush to her face as she nodded. "Yes," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I just want it gone. Please."

Rachel's smile grew colder. "Good," she said. "Then let's start with a simple little test of your willingness." She gestured to the plush pink rug in the center of the room. "Drop your pants, Riley. Show us what you were so eager to show me this morning."

Riley's heart hammered in her chest. The room felt suddenly stifling, the air thick with anticipation. She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking to the closed door, willing it to open and reveal some kind of escape. But it remained steadfastly shut, leaving her no choice but to comply. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her jeans, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

The zipper whispered down, the sound echoing in the tense silence. Rachel's eyes never left hers, holding her in a vice-like grip that made it impossible to look away. Slowly, so painfully slowly, Riley lowered her jeans to her knees, the fabric pooling around her legs like a waterfall. The room felt like it was spinning, her mind racing with the reality of what was happening. Her panties were the only barrier left, the wet spot starkly visible against the stark whiteness.

They were plain, cotton, and covered with tiny flowers—the kind of underwear a child might wear. Innocent, yet now tainted by the situation she found herself in. The fabric clung to her, the dampness from her arousal clearly evident. The juxtaposition of the sweet, childlike pattern and the dark desires it concealed made Riley feel even more humiliated. She knew that Rachel could see it, see the evidence of her body's betrayal, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment.

Rachel's eyes flicked down to the panties, her smile turning into a smirk. "How adorable," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're a regular little snowflake, aren't you?" She took a step closer, her gaze locked on the damp fabric. "But I bet what's underneath isn't so innocent, is it?"

Riley's cheeks burned as Rachel reached out and tugged at the waistband of her underwear. The fabric stretched, the elastic snapping back against her skin. She wanted to shrink away, to hide from their eyes, but she knew she had to go through with it. With a trembling hand, she pushed her panties down, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles. She felt a rush of cool air against her exposed sex, and she had to bite her lip to keep from making a sound.

Riley looked down at herself, the cold air making her skin break out in goosebumps. Her shirt barely covered her crotch, the hem riding up to expose the plump mound of her pussy, the lips slightly parted. She could feel the cool air against her bare skin, sending shivers of both cold and arousal through her body. Rachel's smirk grew wider as she took in the sight, her eyes lingering on the soft folds of Riley's sex.

Ellie and Aria leaned against the wall, watching the scene unfold with rapt attention, their expressions a mix of excitement and malice. Riley felt their eyes on her, but she couldn't bring herself to look at them. She just wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.

Riley couldn’t believe the cruel twist of fate that had led her to Rachel’s doorstep. Another girl, another round of degradation. It was like the universe had singled her out to be the punching bag for every sadistic female in town. She wanted to scream, to run, to do anything but stand there in her own humiliation. But she knew that running would only make things worse.

"So, Riley," Rachel began, her voice a dangerous purr, "why were you masturbating in the shower this morning? And better yet, why did you think it was a good idea to film it?" Rachel's gaze was sharp, her eyes piercing through Riley's soul as she waited for an answer. Riley's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"It...it wasn't my choice," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "It was part of their rules." She nodded her head towards Ellie, Aria and Claire, who watched the exchange with smirks plastered on their faces. "They...they made me."

Rachel's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, revealing her gleaming white teeth. "Ah, I see," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "So you're their little puppet, are you? They've got you so wrapped around their fingers that you'll do whatever they say, no matter how degrading?"

Riley nodded, her eyes downcast. "They've...they've made me do some things," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Things I never thought I'd do."

"But why?" Rachel pressed, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What could they possibly have over you that makes you willing to degrade yourself like this?"

Riley felt her chest tighten. She didn't know where to begin—how to explain the fear of social exclusion, the way Ellie and Aria had wormed their way into her psyche, the way they had turned her life into a living nightmare with their twisted games. "They have...they have pictures," she murmured, her eyes avoiding Rachel's intense gaze. "Videos. Of me. Doing things I never wanted to do."

Rachel's smile grew even colder. "Ah, I see. Blackmail," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "How utterly pedestrian." She took a step closer, her eyes raking over Riley's exposed form. "But you make it so easy for them, don't you, Riley?" Rachel reached out and lightly trailed her fingertips over Riley’s pussy, making Riley jump. "Look how wet you are," Rachel said, her voice low and taunting. "You're practically begging to be humiliated."

Riley felt her face burn even hotter. She wanted to deny it, to scream that she wasn't like that, but she knew it was true. Her body had betrayed her in the worst way possible, and now she was here, at the mercy of a girl she didn’t even know. Rachel stepped back, her eyes still on Riley's crotch. "So, tell me," Rachel said, her voice casual, as if she were asking about the weather, "do you masturbate often?"

Riley nodded, feeling the tears start to well up in her eyes. She couldn't even find the words to answer, she was so embarrassed. Rachel's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement. "Every day?" Rachel pressed.

Riley nodded again, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Yes," she admitted.

Rachel's smile grew even more sadistic. "And do you always finger your ass when you masturbate, Riley?" she asked, her tone dripping with disgust.

Riley felt her cheeks burn even hotter. "Sometimes," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

"Sometimes," Rachel repeated, her voice dripping with disgust. "How utterly...vulgar." She took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can't believe you'd do something so...so disgusting," she spat, her nose wrinkling in distaste. "But I suppose it's to be expected from someone who'd let themselves be blackmailed into this kind of situation."

Riley's eyes filled with tears, her vision blurring as Rachel's words hit her like a sledgehammer. She had never felt so small, so worthless. But she knew that Rachel was right. She had let Ellie and Aria turn her into their plaything, their toy to be used and discarded at their whim. And now, she was standing here, half-naked and crying, because she had allowed it to happen.

Rachel's gaze grew more intense, her eyes boring into Riley's soul. "Tell me," she demanded, her voice cold and unyielding, "have you ever had a penis in your ass?"

Riley's heart raced, her cheeks flushing even darker. "N-no," she stuttered, her voice barely audible. "Never. Please, Rachel, don't make me..."

But Rachel wasn't listening. She was too busy inspecting Riley's naked form with a look of detached curiosity, as if she were a specimen in a petri dish. "Hmm," she murmured, tilting her head to the side. "Well, I suppose that's one way to keep your ass tight," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Rachel stepped closer, her eyes lingering on the exposed flesh between Riley's legs. "Do you even have a pussy, Riley?" she sneered. "It looks like nothing more than a slit."

The words were like a knife to Riley's gut, cutting through her already fragile self-esteem. She felt the tears spill over, running down her cheeks as Rachel's cruel laughter filled the room. "Please," she begged, her voice shaking, "just delete the video. I'll do anything."

Without a trace of emotion, Rachel turned to Ellie, Aria, and Claire. "I think it's time you three leave us," she said, her voice a cold command. "This is between Riley and me now."

Ellie's smirk grew even more pronounced as she leaned against the doorframe. "But Rachel," she purred, "we're just here to make sure everything is...fair. Besides, we wouldn't miss the show for anything."

Rachel's gaze flicked over to the trio, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Very well," she said, her voice a low purr. "But I want to make one thing clear: this is my show, and I'll run it how I see fit." She turned her attention back to Riley, her expression cold and unyielding. "Now, where were we?"

Riley's heart felt like it was racing in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. Rachel's question hung in the air like a noose, tightening around her neck with each passing moment. "Your...your pussy," Rachel prompted, her eyes glinting with malice. "Is it as tight as it looks? Have you ever had a cock in there?"

Riley's face flushed a deeper shade of red as she tried to find the words to answer. She could feel the eyes of her tormentors on her, watching her squirm, reveling in her discomfort. "No," she whispered finally, her voice barely audible. "I'm...I'm a virgin."

Rachel raised an eyebrow, looking surprised for the first time. "Really?" she said, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Well, that makes this all the more interesting." She took another step closer, her hand reaching out to trace Riley's labia lightly. Riley gasped, her knees threatening to buckle under the unexpected touch. Rachel's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of resistance.

Finding none, Rachel took it as a silent invitation to continue. "Take off your shirt, Riley," she ordered, her voice a silky caress that sent shivers down Riley's spine. She felt like a ragdoll, moving only because Rachel willed her to. With trembling hands, Riley complied, pulling the shirt over her head, exposing her bra-covered breasts to the cold air of the room. Rachel's gaze raked over her, her eyes lingering on the plain white bra that seemed so out of place amidst the tangle of emotions and humiliation.

With a swift, almost violent movement, Rachel reached behind Riley and unclipped her bra. It fell to the floor, joining the pile of discarded clothing that represented the shreds of Riley's dignity. Rachel's eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of Riley's bare breasts, the nipples pebbled with cold and fear.

In this moment, Riley felt more exposed than she had ever been in her life. Rachel's cold eyes raked over her body, and she felt like a slab of meat on display at a market. The room was unfamiliar, the smells and sounds of Rachel's space foreign to her, and the presence of the four fully-clothed figures surrounding her was a stark reminder of her vulnerability. She was the only one naked, a fact that seemed to amplify every sensation: the coolness of the air on her wet skin, the softness of the rug under her bare feet, the way her nipples tightened in the chilly air.

With a cruel smile, Rachel pointed to the large, unmade bed in the center of the room. "Lie down," she said simply, her voice devoid of any warmth. Riley felt the blood drain from her face, but she knew she had no choice. She took a shaky step forward, her legs trembling with the weight of her fear and arousal. Rachel followed her, her movements cat-like and predatory, as if she was stalking her prey.

Riley laid down flat on the bed, her legs tightly pressed together. She felt the rough fabric of Rachel's comforter against her bare skin, and she couldn't help but shiver. Rachel didn't miss the goosebumps that had broken out across her body. She reached out and trailed her fingertips along Riley's arm, watching as they stood out in stark relief. "Cold?" Rachel asked, her voice mocking. "You should have worn something warmer."

Riley looked down at her body, feeling more exposed than ever before. Her legs were pressed tightly together, trying in vain to cover the mound of her sex that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Rachel’s fingertips had left a trail of goosebumps along her arm, a stark reminder of her vulnerability. She couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about her small breasts, the nipples still pebbled and erect from the cold air. The sight of them made her feel even smaller, more insignificant.

Rachel circled the bed, her eyes never leaving Riley’s trembling form. “You know, Riley,” she began, her voice a low purr, “you really do have the body of a child. So...innocent.” Rachel’s tone was laced with a bitterness that Riley couldn’t quite place. She felt a stab of anger, but it was quickly overridden by the fear that gripped her. Rachel leaned in, her breath hot against Riley’s ear. “Your little pussy looks just like mine did before I grew into a woman,” she whispered, her voice filled with disdain.

The tears spilled over Riley’s lashes, tracing warm paths down her cheeks. She knew Rachel was right; she felt like a child playing in the adult world, out of her depth and utterly lost. Rachel’s words were a knife twisting in the wound of her self-esteem, but she had no energy to fight back. The room felt like it was closing in around her, the air thick with the scent of Rachel’s perfume and the unspoken expectations that hung in the air.

Rachel's voice grew softer, but no less demanding. "Put your feet up," she instructed, her gaze never leaving Riley's face. "Spread your legs wide for me. Let me see just how tight that little virgin pussy of yours really is."

Riley's heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as she slowly lifted her legs, placing her feet on the edge of the bed. She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to ignore the way Rachel's eyes seemed to devour her. She spread her legs wide, feeling the cold air hit her exposed skin. Rachel's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features before she leaned in, her nose just inches from Riley's sex.

Riley's gaze darted around the room, seeking some kind of rescue or reprieve. She found none. Instead, she caught Claire's eyes, who gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod, mouthing the words, "Play along." The message was clear: if she wanted to survive this nightmare, she had to go along with whatever Rachel had planned for her.

Her heart racing, Riley took a deep breath and spread her legs wider, exposing herself fully to Rachel's scrutiny. Rachel leaned in closer, her eyes narrowed, a hint of curiosity mixing with the malice in her gaze. She reached out a hand, her fingertips brushing against Riley's inner thighs, sending a shiver down her spine. Rachel's touch was feather-light, almost gentle, as she pushed aside the folds of Riley's sex, revealing the small, untouched bud of her hymen.

"Well, well," Rachel murmured, her voice a mix of amazement and disgust. "Looks like you've been telling the truth, after all." Riley felt a strange mix of relief and humiliation, her body responding despite herself to Rachel's invasive touch. Rachel leaned in even closer, her nose almost touching Riley's sex. "Do you know what happens to a pussy like this in college?" Rachel asked, her voice a whisper that seemed to fill the room. "It gets used, abused, and tossed aside. It's a meat market out there, Riley, and you're the fresh meat."

Her fingertips traced a pattern on Riley's thigh, sending a shiver of fear and anticipation through her body. Rachel's eyes were dark with some unknown emotion as she leaned over Riley's vulnerable form. "Hold your pose," Rachel ordered, her voice low and authoritative. Riley nodded, her legs trembling as Rachel stood up and walked over to a desk in the corner of the room. She returned with a permanent marker in hand, the black tip gleaming in the dim light.

With a smirk that sent chills down Riley's spine, Rachel bent over her again, the tip of the marker poised just above her sex. Rachel's eyes never left hers as she began to write, the cold, hard pressure of the marker against her sensitive skin making Riley gasp. Rachel's hand was surprisingly steady, the letters bold and deliberate: 'VIRGIN SLUT'. Riley felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, her cheeks burning with the knowledge that she was being marked, claimed, by Rachel's cruel words.

As Rachel stepped back to admire her handiwork, Riley's mind raced. This was going to be a long night, and Rachel was clearly not going to be satisfied with simple dares. Rachel was a predator, and she had just marked her prey. The thought of what else Rachel might do to her was terrifying, but Riley knew she had to hold onto hope that Ellie, Aria, and Claire had something in mind to get her out of this. They had to know Rachel was dangerous, that this was escalating beyond their control.