Arthur’s

The evil smirk on Tatiana’s face as she ponders your fate chills you to the bone.

“I swear, I haven’t done anything—”

“Quiet,” she says. “Or your punishment is going to be ten times worse.”

You fall silent. Tatiana paces around the room, glancing at the bottle of **** in her hand with some interest.

“See, there are regulations written in a handbook that I am meant to follow,” Tatiana says, tapping the bottle against her hand. “The consequences can be steep. Disciplinary committees. Suspension from school. Police involvement, because you do know that under-21s can’t legally drink…”

“Tell me you’re not going to go to the police,” you say, your face growing paler. Surely everybody drinks in college. You can’t be the unluckiest guy in the world to get busted for this, right? And it’s not even your fault! You didn’t even know about it!

“I wouldn’t want to,” she concedes. “But only because that would take away all the fun. Because, you see, right now only I know what you did wrong.”

The smile on the Russian beauty’s face is downright sinister as she gazes at you.

“I can think of many ways that a fit young man could be useful for,” she says. “I have many chores that need to be done. Not all of them are of the mundane variety, either.”

“What… what are you going to make me do?” you ask, fearing the worst.

“Our sorority house has half a dozen toilets. Some girls make a big mess in there. Scrubbing all the tiles, polishing the mirrors, oh, maybe some plumbing work…” Tatiana drifts off, because you get the idea.

You shake your head, wanting to protest but knowing that you can’t, when you hear a muffled masculine voice from outside your door.

“Yeah, the fuckin’ bastard, fucking humiliated me earlier…”

Tatiana pauses, one of her eyebrows arching. You both cock your heads toward the door.

“Of course I planted the alc in there, serves him right,” the voice continues.

“What is this?” Tatiana mutters.

She spins around and flings open your door, revealing Arthur jawing off with one of the other guys from the floor. Arthur freezes, and then seeing Tatiana, begins to bolt. But he gets only a step away before her arm shoots out, grabbing him, and he trips and falls. Your RA takes two strides and pins him down with a knee, dangling the bottle of Hennessy over his face.

“This was your doing?” she asks, a chilling smile crossing her face again.

“No, no I didn’t do anything—”

“I smell bullshit in the air today,” she says. “Looks like somebody’s going to have to scrub it clean.”

“Please, no,” Arthur pleads, but Tatiana is having none of it.

“See me at the Theta house tomorrow morning. Five a.m. sharp,” she says.

“Fuck,” he says, “FUUCK” as Tatiana digs her knee into his side. He rolls over, doubled up in pain, while she gets off him and glances at you.

“Alex, you’re lucky to be getting away with a warning,” she says.

“A warning? But I didn’t do anything wrong,” you say, confused and relieved all at the same time.

“You left your door unlocked,” she says. “That’s against the regulations too.”

“Seriously?” you say in disbelief.

“A minor infraction. That’s why you’re getting a warning. But next time… you won’t get off so lightly.”

The sparkle in her eye tells you that she’d be more than happy to deliver a punishment to you as well.

Tatiana +5
Arthur -10