Client and Target

A young 18 year old girl sat across the table from Emily. Her name was Chastity Towensend.

"So what brings you here?" asked Emily.

"I'm in college and came from a small town. My parents owned a diner and did OK. We were middle class. I wanted to join a sorority to expand my horizons and make friends. I was invited to plege the Zeta Zeta Deltas. I was surprised as they are a very presigious sorority. It turns out, the college was onto them for being too elitist and only taking in rich girls, so I was a token. Anyway, everything was going well until one night at a party where the pledges were acting as waitresses, a senior boy hit on me. He was good looking and on the soccer team. Long story short, he was the ex of Isabelle Monroe, the sorority president, and she still had a huge thing for him. She saw me chatting and flirting with her ex.

The next weekend, Isabelle took me out. I was flattered. Normally Isabelle would not give a pledge the time of day. She sneaked me into a club, and got me drunk. I had never drank much in high school, and it did not take much.

The next morning, I woke up naked in the backyard of a fraternity. There were several frat boys looking at me. I ran to my dorm room, and luckily my roommate was there and let me in. My eyebrows had been shaved off, and I had 'slut' written on my forehead, 'loser' written across my chest, 'crabs' written below my belly button and 'fuck me' written on my lower back all in permanent marker. I was humiliated, and dropped out of the sorority and even thought about dropping out of college. Turns out Isabelle took plenty of photos and shared them with her friends and with her ex.

"So what do you want from us?" asked Emily.

"I want her publicly humiliated!" said Chastity as she pounded the table with fist.

Emily nodded. Chastity showed her photo of Isabelle on her phone.

"There's the bitch."