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and first sit in the vomit until the whistle was blown, then sit in the urine until the whistle was blown again. This went on for a while. Sure enough, the urine started to have vomit in it as one girl couldn’t hold it in any longer. I wondered if we were going to have to do the same. That was when the lion turned to us and I saw the two glass boxes. They contained something far worse than urine and sick. Something that I didn’t even want to think about. When we were told to do the same thing, before the whistle even blew the other guy shouted out, “No fucking way!”
I wondered if these guys really were on the football team, because they seemed to have a problem with instructions. And that was the worst thing that he could have said. Again, like the last guy, he was restrained and the lioness had the pleasure of putting the dildo up his ass. She was chanting with the rest of the guys, “No means yes and yes means anal!”
They were laughing and it bought me some time before I had to sit down in the tub full of cockroaches. They looked so fucking huge. I sat down for what felt like a five minutes, but it could have been longer. The whole time I was sitting down they were scratching my chest and it felt as if they were singing too. They were so damn gross, I wanted to say, “Out”, but something kept me in there until I moved on to the next box, which was filled with shit.
All I did was hold my damn nose and pretend that it was something else. It fucking stunk and I wondered where they’d got a whole load of shit from, but then part of me didn’t want to know. I just had to get through this.
The whistle kept blowing and I kept switching boxes with the other two guys. I didn’t get it. Every time one guy left it was as if they had a replacement as a back-up. I just kept my eyes closed, and pretended I heard nothing, felt nothing, until the whistle went again and I knew it was time.
“Ladies,” the lion shouted out. “Pretty impressive. Okay, so now we go to round 3.”
One of the guys shouted, “But they fucking stink!”
Really?
What did he expect?
The black bag went back on my head and I was in my room. All my boxes that I said I would unpack were gone. My room was completely bare. No sheets. No clothes. Nothing. I just had my damn pants, which stunk of shit, and my boxers.
I knocked on each door, but everyone was out. All their room doors were locked.
This was Round 3 - like really? It made no fucking sense, I thought as I hit the showers.
Chapter Twenty Two
Alexa
It was so damn weird when I was registering. It was almost as if I was back in High School again. I just had to sort out the paperwork for my financial aid and stop thinking about Logan. My focus was clear: get the paperwork signed and then I would be a college student like I’d always wanted to be, and be on my way to the career that I’d dreamed about.
It had been one week since we had spoken on Skype. I sat by the computer each and every night hoping, praying, that things hadn’t started to get bad between us already. I knew he was in college and having fun, but not even a phone call? That was just weird. I tried calling him, but each and every time his phone was switched off. I sent emails, nothing. Texts the same, nothing. It was almost as if he had cut himself off completely. So when his mom came round on the weekend to check on Mom, I couldn’t help but ask the question.
“Hi, you heard from Logan?” I asked as soon as I opened the door for her.
She laughed, “You missing him already?”
Was she serious? Course I was missing him. I frowned slightly, thinking that it was a silly question. She could see the seriousness in my face.
“Sorry, bad joke. Can I come in and sit down for a minute?”
“Frats!” She blurted out, as if it meant anything to me.
“They’re the worst.”
Mom walked in and they greeted each other. I had a feeling that this Saturday call, wasn’t just to find out if
I wondered if these guys really were on the football team, because they seemed to have a problem with instructions. And that was the worst thing that he could have said. Again, like the last guy, he was restrained and the lioness had the pleasure of putting the dildo up his ass. She was chanting with the rest of the guys, “No means yes and yes means anal!”
They were laughing and it bought me some time before I had to sit down in the tub full of cockroaches. They looked so fucking huge. I sat down for what felt like a five minutes, but it could have been longer. The whole time I was sitting down they were scratching my chest and it felt as if they were singing too. They were so damn gross, I wanted to say, “Out”, but something kept me in there until I moved on to the next box, which was filled with shit.
All I did was hold my damn nose and pretend that it was something else. It fucking stunk and I wondered where they’d got a whole load of shit from, but then part of me didn’t want to know. I just had to get through this.
The whistle kept blowing and I kept switching boxes with the other two guys. I didn’t get it. Every time one guy left it was as if they had a replacement as a back-up. I just kept my eyes closed, and pretended I heard nothing, felt nothing, until the whistle went again and I knew it was time.
“Ladies,” the lion shouted out. “Pretty impressive. Okay, so now we go to round 3.”
One of the guys shouted, “But they fucking stink!”
Really?
What did he expect?
The black bag went back on my head and I was in my room. All my boxes that I said I would unpack were gone. My room was completely bare. No sheets. No clothes. Nothing. I just had my damn pants, which stunk of shit, and my boxers.
I knocked on each door, but everyone was out. All their room doors were locked.
This was Round 3 - like really? It made no fucking sense, I thought as I hit the showers.
Chapter Twenty Two
Alexa
It was so damn weird when I was registering. It was almost as if I was back in High School again. I just had to sort out the paperwork for my financial aid and stop thinking about Logan. My focus was clear: get the paperwork signed and then I would be a college student like I’d always wanted to be, and be on my way to the career that I’d dreamed about.
It had been one week since we had spoken on Skype. I sat by the computer each and every night hoping, praying, that things hadn’t started to get bad between us already. I knew he was in college and having fun, but not even a phone call? That was just weird. I tried calling him, but each and every time his phone was switched off. I sent emails, nothing. Texts the same, nothing. It was almost as if he had cut himself off completely. So when his mom came round on the weekend to check on Mom, I couldn’t help but ask the question.
“Hi, you heard from Logan?” I asked as soon as I opened the door for her.
She laughed, “You missing him already?”
Was she serious? Course I was missing him. I frowned slightly, thinking that it was a silly question. She could see the seriousness in my face.
“Sorry, bad joke. Can I come in and sit down for a minute?”
“Frats!” She blurted out, as if it meant anything to me.
“They’re the worst.”
Mom walked in and they greeted each other. I had a feeling that this Saturday call, wasn’t just to find out if
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