The Unraveling
by Emily

Chapter 3

Riley’s heart pounded in her ears as she waited for a response. There silence seemed to stretch on forever, and with every passing second, she felt the weight of her actions pressing down on her. She wondered if she had made a terrible mistake, if there was some way out of this nightmare.

As if in response to her unspoken thoughts, the door swung open, revealing Ellie and Aria. Their eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her, and then they exchanged glances, a flicker of understanding passing between them. For a moment, she thought they might be angry with her. But then, to her utter shock, they both broke into wide smiles.

"You did it!" Ellie exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "You took the picture just like we told you!" Aria nodded in agreement, her dark curls bouncing around her face. "You're really good at following instructions, aren't you?" she said, her voice tinged with admiration.

Riley felt a mixture of confusion and fear as she watched the two girls exchange knowing glances. She wanted to ask them what was going on, but she was afraid of what their answer might be. As they stepped further into the room, she couldn't help but notice the way they moved: confident, almost graceful. It was as if they owned the space around them.

"So," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "What's this all about?"

Ellie and Aria exchanged another knowing glance, their smiles never wavering. "Well," Ellie began, "it's just a little tradition we have here at the college. You see, this dorm is primarily for sophomores, and we thought it would be fun to haze any freshmen who are unlucky enough to end up living here."

Riley's heart sank at the words. She had heard stories about hazing in college, but she had never imagined something like this. "But why did you choose me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't do anything to you."

Ellie shrugged, her expression unapologetic. "You were just the unlucky one who ended up here," she said, gesturing to the room around them. "It's just a bit of fun, really. Besides, it's not like anyone gets hurt or anything."

Riley felt a chill run down her spine. "But you took my clothes," she protested weakly. "That's not fun."

Ellie shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, don't worry. We'll get them back to you eventually," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "But first, we have something else in mind for you."

Riley glanced nervously between the two girls, her heart racing. She didn't like the sound of this at all. "Wh-what do you mean?" she stammered.

Ellie smirked, clearly enjoying the power she held over Riley. "Oh, it's really quite simple," she said, stepping closer. "You just have to take off your towel and spend five minutes with us, that's all."

Riley's eyes widened in disbelief. "You want me to be naked in front of you?" she stammered.

Ellie smiled reassuringly. "Oh, it's no big deal," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "We're all girls here, right? And it's not like we're going to do anything to you. It's just a little bit of fun." Aria nodded in agreement, her expression unreadable.

Riley felt a mixture of fear and revulsion. She didn't want to do this, but she also didn't want to anger these girls any further. They had taken her clothes, and she didn't know what else they were capable of. "Okay," she said slowly, her voice shaking. "I'll do it."

Ellie and Aria exchanged another smile, this time more triumphant. "Perfect," Ellie said, stepping back. "Now, just turn around and put your towel on the bed. Then you can come over here and stand in front of us."

Riley's heart hammered in her chest as she slowly turned around, feeling a mixture of shame and fear. She took a deep breath and let her towel fall to the ground, revealing her petite, toned body. Her butt was high and round, the cheeks firm and smooth, and the crack dimpled ever so slightly. She felt self-conscious as she put her hands on her front side , covering herself as best she could.

With a deep breath, she finally turned back towards her audience while covering up her crotch and breasts as best as she could.

Ellie and Aria's expressions were a mix of anticipation and amusement. "There's no need to be so modest," Ellie said, her voice taking on a taunting edge. "We've all seen a naked girl before, you know." She gestured for Riley to step closer.

Riley hesitantly moved forward, her heart racing. She was terrified, but she couldn't help feeling a strange sense of resignation as well. As she stood in front of the two girls, she forced herself to meet their gazes. Ellie's eyes raked over her body, assessing, while Aria seemed to study her face, her expression unreadable.

"Now, let's see if you're a good sport," Ellie said, her voice cold and mocking. "Put your hands on your head."

Riley hesitated, her eyes darting between the two girls. "I don't think I want to do that," she stammered.

Ellie raised an eyebrow, her expression unamused. "Oh, really?" she drawled. "And what makes you think you have a choice in the matter?"

Riley swallowed hard, her eyes darting back and forth between the two girls. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "Please, don't make me do this."

Ellie's expression hardened. "Oh, I think you'll do it," she said coldly. "Because if you don't, I'm afraid you're going to find out just how unpleasant things can get around here."

Riley's breath hitched in her throat. She glanced from Ellie to Aria, her eyes wide with fear. Slowly, hesitantly, she raised her hands and placed them on top of her head. The girls in the room watched her silently, their expressions unreadable.

Her body trembled as she stood there, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. She wished she could disappear, become invisible. She'd never felt so small and helpless before.

"Well, well, well," Ellie drawled, a cruel smile playing around her lips. "Look at that. I didn't realize we had such a little thing here." She motioned for Aria to join her, and the two girls walked around Riley, their gazes raking over her body like predators sizing up their prey. "Not much to her, is there?" Ellie continued, her voice dripping with condescension.

Riley stood there, her heart pounding in her chest, her skin flushing with embarrassment. She wanted to disappear, to be anywhere but here. The way they were looking at her made her feel so exposed, so vulnerable.

As they circled around her, their gazes raking over her body, she tried to focus on anything but their eyes. Her breasts were small, but they'd long since stopped growing. She imagined they were the size they'd be for the rest of her life. Her nipples were hard, standing at attention despite her shame.

Her pussy lips were tight, a shade pinker than the rest of her skin. They pressed together, forming a perfect slit that seemed to beg for attention. She could feel the warmth between her legs, a constant reminder of her own femininity despite the humiliation she was enduring. And above it all, a small patch of wispy red hair, like a delicate flame against her smooth, pale skin.

The two girls continued to circle her, their predatory gazes never leaving her body. They seemed to be taking in every detail, cataloguing her for later. Riley's breath came out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her racing heart. Her hands remained on her head, feeling the weight of their gazes pressing down on her like a physical force.

"She's so tiny," Aria whispered, her voice tinged with awe. "It's like she's made of porcelain."

Riley's heart skipped a beat. She felt like she might throw up. The way they were talking about her, like she was some sort of object... it made her skin crawl. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but she knew there was no point. They had all the power here.

Finally, Ellie held up a hand. "Okay, that's enough. Get her clothes," she said to Aria. Aria nodded and hurried over to the bag, digging through it until she found the neatly folded pile of Riley's clothes. She held them out, a cruel smile playing around her lips.

Riley's heart raced as she took her clothes, quickly dressing herself in the familiar fabric. Her movements were jerky and frantic, a desperate need to get away from the girls and the humiliation they'd put her through. Once she was fully dressed, she backed away from them, her eyes darting around the room, searching for an exit.

"Oh, and Riley?" Ellie called after her, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Don't you dare try to tell anyone about this. We'll make sure you regret it."

Riley stopped in her tracks, her heart racing. "I-I won't," she stammered, the words barely audible.

Ellie grinned wickedly, stepping forward. "Oh, we know you won’t. You'll do whatever it takes to get that photo back, won't you?" Her eyes glinted with malice. "And we'll be watching you. Every move you make, every step you take."

Riley swallowed hard, feeling a shiver of fear down her spine. She nodded slowly, unable to form words. "Y-yes," she managed to croak out. "I understand."

The girls exchanged smug glances, clearly pleased with themselves. As she turned to leave, Riley's mind raced with possibilities. She couldn't go to the police; they'd never believe her. And even if they did, they might not be able to find the girls responsible. No, she'd have to find another way to get the photo back.