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Razzberry, The Sex Slave Part 2: The Party

Written by Destiny Hunter
It’s a Friday night, and nothing else matters on Friday night to anybody at J. D. High but football. It’s LIT! My squad is cute, our moves are tight, and every Friday night we keep the half time hype…with the help of the band of course. As much as I hate cheerleading, I must admit I do love the spotlight. Our football team isn’t half bad either. We won tonight, the score was 35 – 14. After a win, especially of a home game, we all hang out to together…but tonight I just had to have other plans. My college friends Ebony and Keisha invited me out and I never bail on them. I always have a story to tell when I get back to my “high school” reality and they keep me up on game as far make-up, fashion, hair styles, etc. I met them my freshman year at J.D. high, but they graduated 2 years ago. I don’t know what I would do without them. They came to the game to see me cheer and after the 3 of us met back up at Ebony’s apartment. They said were just going to another party, so I didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary.
I wore a long sleeve sheer body suit (with a black bra underneath) with a pair of high waisted ripped jeans and paired it with my black UGG boots, the ones that sparkle. I accented it with a matching Juicy Couture necklace and bracelet set. This outfit, with my flaming red hair, was sure to turn heads and my girls agreed. We took a Lyft the party because we started drinking early. We always pre-game before heading to any event.
The party was….different (to say the least ) from what we were used to. It was at some guy’s dorm. Ebony says he throws parties often, but this was her first time checking one out. There was food: pizza, wings, and Rotel dip. The cups were color coded and there was a cup key on the wall. A big    
hand-made poster that said:
“green – down to fuck (DTF),
red – taken,
yellow – single,
blue -it’s complicated”.
The cups were symbols of your relationship status. The lighting was dim. The music was…odd. Imagine a playlist of Maroon 5, Imagine Dragons, Lil Uzi Vert, and Lil Yachty.
After about of hour or so of partying, I started to get lightheaded. The girls said that I needed some air, and I thought I just had too much to drink and needed something to even me out. So, I stepped outside to smoke. I brought my own weed, of course. I smoked the other half of my blunt from this morning and afterwards headed back in to meet back up with the girls. By the time I got to the stairwell, I was bashed over the head, down on the ground, and looking up at a fuzzy shadow of tall man.

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