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haired one. We knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, but I thought with all the cases recently with problems with pledges that they would go easy.
    Maybe a simple too many drinks in the bar, a few exercises and then we pledged. I could see that I was totally wrong. This was completely different. It was going to be gruesome; I had the stomach for it, but I wondered if I had the strength to make it through. I’d only been at Yale for one day.
    “You’re going to go to the sauna. Take a drink. Whichever one. Then head to the ice room,” he pointed across from the sauna. “Take another drink and, in between each one, I want you to do a pushup. You stop when I damn well tell you to. You got that?”
    I didn’t say a word. I just stared at the masked guy, but the other guys screamed, “Yes!”, as if they were in the Army. That was a mistake. I remembered the chant from earlier.
    Yes, meant anal.
    And, true to their word, two dildos were placed up the guys’ asses. They bent down and were screaming like pigs. There was no mercy spared as they screamed at the top of their lungs and women in bikinis, who must have been part of the cheerleading team judging by the puffs that they were holding, laughed as they continued to thrust the dildos up and down in the guys’ asses.
    One of the guys yelled, “Out! I fucking want out!”
    And, just like that, he left holding his pants. But before he could even make it out of the sauna, scissors were used to tear down his pants and he was told to leave.  He ran out butt naked and there were guys taking photos of him as he left. The whole idea of having a dildo stuck up my ass made me feel like doing the same thing, fucking shout out, “Out!”. But that would be too easy.
    The idea of running through campus naked and then having my photos plastered on the net kept me going and, before I knew it, the guy that left was replaced with another. Again there were three of us, standing in our pants.  When the whistle to told us to go,
    I rushed in and out of the rooms, doing my push-ups as instructed. I supposed that was one good thing about the challenge; I could hold my drink,  and before I knew it, one of the other guys was out. I carried on, determined not to be defeated.
    I was glad when the lion blew the whistle. My body was shaking, not only from the tequila in the ice room, but the change of temperature was killing me. I had no shoes, socks or anything, but when I moved to the ice room, my feet felt as if they were on fire.
    I was mid-way through a push up when he blew the whistle and, unlike the other guy who just started crying that he wanted out, I managed to stand up straight. That was when I felt a pat on my back. My face was covered again and the guy behind the lion mask shouted, “Round Two!”
    I was lifted up by a couple of guys and we moved around like we did before. This time my head wasn’t as clear as it had been. I felt sick, I wanted to vomit, but I held it in. I wished that I had eaten before I came out, because I was starting to feel light headed. I closed my eyes, ignoring the noise  hoping that Round Two would be the final round, but I had a feeling that this was only the beginning, and I didn’t know how much more I could take in one night.
     
     
    Chapter Twenty One
    Logan
     
    I had no idea where we were, fuck, I didn’t care. I saw some girls half naked standing over  big buckets. One was urinating and the other was throwing up. I wondered if they were part of the cheerleaders initiation. I knew what was going to happen and I wondered if I should just say “Out”.
    I felt so fucking sick.
    This would take strong willpower and, with the smell and everyone covering their damn noses, I wondered if I could go through with it.
    You can do this! I kept trying to convince myself whenever I wanted to give up.
    The lion shouted, “Ladies, thanks for participating tonight.”
    Then a woman who was wearing a lioness mask told the three girls to strip down naked