Your friend is to blame

Alexia quickly grabs you by your heavily curled blonde wig and pulls back hard. You would have though this would have removed it, but it is so well attached your head flys back.

“Try that again with more respect, sissy!” She orders, instantly establishing her dominance to your core.

You whimper out in pain and fear, but try to gulp both down as you try again. “Um, please, ma’am, may I ask what is going on?”

The scarily muscular lady releases you while pushing your head forward. Sarah ignores your harsh treatment, and simply answers your question.

“You can blame your so called friend Scott for your current position. You see, to get into the party every male needs collateral, something that can be sacrificed in the case they are owed something and run away before paying their dues. And Scott had you as his.”

“But” you start, and pause as you feel Alexia shift her weight behind you. You start again more carefully, “But ma’am, what could he have possibly owed that would require, um, such special treatment?”