The Next Morning

Lauren awoke. Her head was pounding, and her mouth felt like it was made of dry wool and tasted of puke. It was dark where she was, and it did not take long before she realized she was completely naked. She tried to think of how she got here, but the last thing she remembered was going with Bethany and some other pledges out of the party.

She saw a sliver of light coming from under a door. She stood up and brushed against what felt like a broom handle. She took a step and felt something brush against her face. She reached up and felt a cord. She pulled it, and a light came on. After the sting of the light in her eyes wore off, she saw she was in a closet. There was a broom, bucket with brushes and sponges, and boxes marked Xmas lights. She reached up and rubbed her forehead. She gasped. Her forehead was smooth. Her eyebrows had been shaved off.

"Fuck me!" said Lauren. She looked down at her flat chest and gasped again. Someone had drawn black circles around her nipples and wrote Pinch my nips! across her upper chest. She tried to rub it off, but it was on in permanent marker. She looked down and saw I have crabs! written below her belly button. She walked to the door and slowly opened it. She peeked out, and saw a balcony. She looked down to her right and saw some more doors and to her left was a stairwell going down. She stepped out of the closet and looked around. Down the stairwell where photos of classes of frat boys. She crept closer and saw the symbol for the Alpha Mus. "Oh fuck!" she muttered again. She was in the Alpha Mu house. Peering over the balcony, she saw two couched with passed out frat boys on them.

As Lauren crept down the stairs, she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection in the glass of one of the photos. She gasped as she saw SLUT written across her forehead. A mustache and goatee had been drawn on her, and a penis had been drawn on each cheek. She rubbed her forehead, and the eyeliner used to write SLUT smeared into a black mark, but the other marks were done in the same marker used to write on her chest and stomach.

She slowly and quietly made her way to the front door. She grabbed the door handle, and found it locked. To her horror, she saw a double tumbler dead bolt that had to be opened with a key from both sides.

Lauren heard a cough coming from the one of the couches. She froze, but nothing moved. She went to a window and peeked out. She saw a banner hanging outside from the porch. She thought that if she could only get to it, she could wrap it around herself. She tried the window, and it opened, but only slightly. She pushed it up as hard as she could, and thought she had gotten it open enough to squeeze through. She stuck her head out and looked around. The porch and street were empty. She then started to squeeze through the window.

Lauren got half way through the window, and then she got stuck. "Fuck! No no no no!" she muttered. She tried her best to get through, but rubbing her stomach and lower back against the window and window frame was too painful. She was stuck. "Oh fuck me!" she muttered.