You're their bitch and they you like one

Shelly walks up close to you and says, "I wish you couldn't talk except when we give you permission. What's my name?"

"Shelly," you respond.

She slaps you hard across the face. "Wrong! What my name?!"

You think, trying to remember what Katie called her earlier, but it doesn't come to you.

SMACK! She hits you again, making your cheek throb. "Come on, bitch! What's my name?!"

"Raven! Your name is Raven."

"That's right!" says Raven with a haughty smile. Then she smacks you again. She keeps hitting you in the same place and it stings more each time. "And what's her name?"

"Um... Saphire!"

"That's right, asshole," says the taller, brown haired goth girl as she grabs your crotch and squeezes hard. "You wanted to use us as sex toys? You wanted to take away our identities? Well, that's what we're going to do to you. I wish that you'd do whatever we tell you to do from now on. And just for fun, I wish you'd forget your own name."

The pain in your groin is intense, but the horror of what she says pierces it. Your name! You can't remember it! No matter how much you try to think of past conversations and times friends called out to you, you can't remember your own name.

Raven looks around the apartment, then points through a door and says, "Here's the bedroom, Sapph. Okay loser, we're going to go in here and get prepared. You take off all your clothes and then come on in."

The girls go into your bedroom as you strip. When you finish you follow them.