The Path to Hell
Copyright© 2026 by Invictus
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Safiya Al-Amin is a young Muslim girl in her first year of college. Devout and honest, she is a good girl thrust into a world full of danger, drugs and alcohol. Men are all around full of lust and hate... can she navigate this new world of hidden threats? Or will her trusting nature send her right into the jaws of those who would take pleasure in breaking and humiliating her? Content warning: Raceplay
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Coercion Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual School MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Caution Politics Slow Violence Illustrated
She had no idea how long it was before her alarm went off, but by then the two men were gone. The exam was in an hour but Safiya couldn’t get up, instead curling herself into a ball and willing herself to forget the nightmare that had occurred last night.
When she woke up again it was evening. Safiya waited for a while, semen still dripping from her pussy onto her mattress. Then with shaking legs, pulled on her cum stained pajamas and made her way to the bathrooms.
She showered for what must have been nearly an hour, crying and desperately trying to scoop the men’s spunk out of her abused pussy. Then she just sat for a while, trying to wash away the shame and disgust she felt towards herself.
Was Chris right? Safiya wanted to deny the things he had said about her, but they hurt so much. They hurt because they were true. She was damaged goods. Baba, who for so long had intended for her to marry a nice Muslim man ... what would he think? Even if it wasn’t haram to marry or even date outside of her religion ... no one would marry her now, Muslim or not. Who wanted to be with a broken girl like her? Who besides men like Chris...
Safiya dried herself off and slipped on a thick, baggy long sleeved top and sweat pants. She could barely even look at her worn out, stretched satin pajamas, but she collected them anyway, leaving them in the laundry basket after returning to the room.
Chloe entered the room just as Safiya finished getting dressed and set her school bag down on the ground.
“Hey Safiya! I thought you had an exam today.” Chloe’s cheery voice was strangely distressing.
Safiya masked her emotions as best she could and lied. “Oh no, I got the date wrong, it’s actually tomorrow, not today! ... Today I’m free.”
“Oh I love that, suddenly finding out you have a free day! Come out with me and my friends tonight, it’ll be fun!”
“No, no I don’t think-...”
“Come ooon! You don’t have to drink, I promise. You can just have some cranberry juice or something.”
It took some time for Safiya to weasel her way out of that particular proposition, leaving a disappointed Chloe to go out without her. The following weeks didn’t get any easier. More missed classes, more missed assignments. Safiya found herself regularly staying inside, and when that didn’t work she would visit the mosque to pray.
It helped, but prayer didn’t get rid of the tears shed alone in the bathroom, nor the nightmares that crept up after hours of insomnia. Nightmares of hands touching her, sliding over her soft skin, groping her breasts uncaringly. Nightmares of the men’s breathing and the feeling of their cocks filling her up, of how it felt to orgasm. Again and again she dreamed of the pleasure the boys had forced her to endure, waking up every morning in shame and drenched in sweat. She considered calling home, just to hear her father’s voice and ask him if she could stay with him ... but Safiya already knew what he’d say.
Finally Chloe, having noticed Safiya’s deteriorating class attendance, approached her one evening.
“Hey babe, I’ve noticed you’ve been kind of down lately ... school is a hard adjustment and I know you’re probably just homesick, but that’s no excuse to be missing classes.”
Who was Chloe to talk? She’d missed classes. Safiya knew it wasn’t the same though, Chloe was always on top of her studies, with her workload Safiya could barely keep up on a normal day.
“I’ll be alright soon ... I promise.”
Chloe gave her a look. “ ... Look, why don’t you come out with me tonight? There’s a great party out on Greek Row, you don’t have to drink or anything ... I just want you to get out of the dorm for once. Clear your head, make some friends ... who knows, maybe even meet a cute guy!”
Chloe was sweet to be thinking about her, and Safiya almost said no but ... Chloe was right. She had to get out there and make friends. It’s what she’d wanted to do since day one, and sitting around here wasn’t going to do her any good.
“Well ... alright, I’ll come. But I’m just going to be there to make friends, no guys.”
Chloe giggled. “But you’re so cuuute! In fact ... a boy told me recently that he has a crush on you...”
Safiya wracked her brain for possible suspects. Could it be one of the boys in her classes? Her and Chloe both have biology together, maybe some boy had been watching her. Regardless, this party was starting to feel like a trap, if a boy told Chloe he liked Safiya she would be giddy to try and set them up.
“No boys! I don’t want to deal with a relationship right now ... besides, you know I’m not allowed to date a non-Muslim.”
“Who said anything about dating?” Chloe poked her, prompting an eye roll from Safiya. “Come on! I’ll help you pick something to wear!”
Safiya looked down at her sweats and hoodie. “I can’t just wear this?...”
“You’re joking right? If you’re coming tonight you’re wearing something nicer than that, don’t embarrass me.”
Safiya blushed. “Oh, ok...”
Chloe took her time going through her closet, brushing aside various skirts and crop tops and other such slutty clothing. Finally she pulled out a backless black halter neck dress with a cinched waist. “Try this one on!”
“ ... I don’t know about this-”
“Come on girl! I know you want to see what you look like in it too!”
Safiya was a little curious, but mostly she felt pressured into it by Chloe’s pushing. The young muslim girl undressed then slipped into the new garment, the soft fabric running over her skin. It was tighter than it had looked on the hanger, the thin material of the dress clinging to her body in a way no clothing ever had before. She felt so exposed in it, her breasts pronounced by the tight waist, and her shoulders bared to the open air.
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“I-I can’t go out in this! It’s so revealing...”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “Hun, this is like the least revealing dress I have, it’s fiiine! Besides, you look so cute in it!”
“No seriously, Chloe! This is too much ... I feel so uncomfortable.”
Chloe gently touched her arm. “Honey ... sweety, you look gorgeous. Don’t you deserve to look beautiful, just for one night?” She turned Safiya to face the mirror. “Wear it just this once, just to fit in a little better. I don’t want you to feel like a social outcast tonight.”
Safiya looked herself over in Chloe’s tall standing mirror. She did look cute ... in a way she’d never thought possible. The cinch around the waist brought out the curve of her hips, and Safiya subtly turned to see her gentle shapely ass highlighted by the darker colors and delicate cloth. It scared her a little how different she could look. Is this how Chris and Conner saw her? Safiya could only imagine how much they’d stare at her in this. The idea disgusted her, yet she couldn’t get it out of her head.
“A-alright ... but I want to wear a bra underneath, I feel naked going just like this.”
Chloe smiled. “Well ok then, you can wear a bra, whatever makes you feel more comfortable. I have some heels for you too, and a cute hair clip that’ll go really well with the dress, hold on.”
Safiya turned in confusion as Chloe rummaged through her things. “Hair clip? ... I’m wearing a hijab.”
Chloe laughed. “You’re not telling me you’re still wearing that old thing! It’s a party, Safiya. Everyone’s going to think you’re a weirdo!”
Safiya fidgetted. Was Chloe right? It’d be awful to be the odd one out again, she was there to make friends ... but Islam was important to her. Modesty was important, it brought her pride and comfort. The dress was enough.
“I’m keeping the hijab, Chloe. I know it’s a party and all, but I don’t want to make new friends with people who can’t accept who I am! I’d feel like I’m lying to them.”
“Suit yourself girl, you’re still wearing the heels though!”
Safiya giggled. “Alright, I’ll wear the heels!”
It took the girls an hour to get ready and Safiya was surprised at how fun it all was. Doing their makeup together and hair, even though Safiya’s would be covered, it helped relax her a little and worry less about the night to come. So much so that when it was finally time to go, she was actually excited.
Chloe of course chose a skimpy red outfit with a wrapped crop top that showed off her cleavage. Her skirt barely covered her ass, showing off long beautiful pale thighs and threatening a peak at her pink panties just underneath.
Safiya blushed a little at the amount of Chloe’s body she could see. “You’re going out in that? Don’t you think it’s a little ... too much?”
Chloe laughed, striking a pose in front of the mirror. “I like a man who takes what he wants whenever he wants, and I want all the men at this party tonight to know that what they want- is me!~”
“That’s crazy!” Safiya laughed, “you’re not afraid of anything, are you?”
“Not a thing, babe. This world is my oyster.”
The two girls stepped onto the dark street outside their dorm and started their way towards Greek Row, the cool night air buffeting Safiya’s bare shoulders. She struggled for a while in her heels, furrowing her brow as she tried to figure out how to properly walk in them. Eventually she learned well enough to keep up with Chloe who was easily taking long strides in her own heels.
“I’ve never been to a party before! I mean, not a frat party or anything like that!”
“They’re SO fun, one night out and you’ll be addicted, I can promise you that!”
The two freshmen girls got a few stares as they walked through downtown. Some other college boys called out to them, whistling and beckoning for them to come over. Their taunts and jeers made Safiya uncomfortable, but Chloe seemed to love the attention, even though she pretended to ignore them. A filthy homeless man watched them walk by, lust in his yellow eyes. He was looking at girls he could never hope to even touch, let alone do any of the other horrible things likely running through his mind, and as his gaze wandered over their bodies it was clear how much it frustrated him.
A group of older White people exited a fancy restaurant ahead of them. They had ridged, fine clothing and expensive looking jewelry, and spoke in loud, strangely aggressive voices. Unlike the homeless man who had ogled both of the girls, this group only had eyes for Safiya. The women held expressions of disgust, as though taking personal offense to her existence, while the men ... from them she felt hate. Hate and something else, a kind of violence mixed with desire, as though they wanted to hit her, to beat her and hurt her in ways she knew would break her.
They took no offense to Chloe, wearing her slutty skirt and showing her tits off to all who wanted a show. She was the perfect American girl. A doll who happily pleased every man who passed by, a smiling participant in a culture that bought and sold her body over and over to the benefit and delight of greedy and lustful men. It wasn’t the slut that angered them, but the girl who clung to modesty. Who took pride in it. To them a girl who wouldn’t give them what they wanted deserved what came to her.
Safiya nervously stuck close to Chloe as the two girls left the stares and the lust and the hate all behind.
Entering Greek Row the scene rapidly changed. The street was lined with nice buildings, almost all of them frat houses with one or two on the ends being administrative buildings for the university or regular student housing. It seemed like all of the large frats were throwing parties tonight despite midterms coming up, there were so many college kids out on lawns and cluttering porches and balconies, a few of the bigger guys were yelling and running down the street, clearly in the middle of some drunken roughhousing or some sort of game. Music thumped from within the various frats, the bass strong enough in some to shake the windows, and Safiya could hear shouts and screams of laughter coming from inside.
Chloe grabbed her hand and pulled Safiya towards one frat in particular, a large white building with columns on the front porch and a balcony on the upper level. It looked more like a plantation house than anything else.
“Come on! This is it!”
“Chloe! I-I don’t know- this is a lot!”
“No turning back now, girl!”
Chloe brought her to the front where a guy was waiting by the door. A pair of glasses adorned his face alongside thin stubble and an ugly smirk. He was chatting with a few other guys, but turned when the two girls approached. He seemed confused at the sight of Safiya’s hijab.
“Wrist bands, ladies?- Oh hey there Chloe!”
“Heyyy Zach!~” Chloe pulled two wrist bands out of her pocket and strapped one of them around Safiya’s wrist before putting on her own. “This is how they know we’re invited, although it’s really just a formality for girls.” She gave Safiya a sly smile.
Safiya giggled nervously and held up her wrist band for the bouncer to see.
Zach glanced her over. “You sure you’re in the right place, cutie? Don’t get me wrong, you’re a treat, but you don’t look like you ... belong here.”
Safiya blushed. There were a lot of White people here ... was he implying she wasn’t welcome because she was Muslim? Or because she was a quiet nerd who was obviously out of her element? She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “I belong here- I-I’m with my friend, we’re going out together tonight!”
The man chuckled. “Alright baby, no need to get your burka in a twist. If you want to prance around in your little towel and be the freak of the party that’s on you.”
“E-excuse me?” Safiya wasn’t sure how to react to the boy’s comment, she felt angry and embarrassed.
“Zachary!” Chloe put her hands on her hips.
“Whaaat? I’m just kidding!”
“You’re being racist.”
Zach rolled his eyes and folded a pair of thick, pudgy arms. “Oh for fucks sake, everyone’s so sensative these days. People can’t handle when someone calls shit what it is.”
Is this guy serious? I better stop him before he starts debuting his stand up comedy routine.
Safiya forced herself not to fidget. “I uhm- I don’t really like jokes like that or hearing stuff like that said to me ... I’d really just like to have a fun night with my friend without people telling me those things...”
“What? That you’re a freak?” Zach laughed as Chloe tried to protest. “If you want me to start treating you nicer you’ll have to change that attitude, sweety.”
“I don’t have to do anything!” This guy was really starting to get on her nerves. Why would they pick such a lousy man to mind the door?? “I’ve got my wristband, I don’t need anything else from you!”
Zach gestured towards Chloe, dressed in her slutty crop top and skirt. “You can go. But I’m not letting the little Muslim chick in unless I get something first.”
Ya Ilahi! Was he going to demand she pay for entry or something? The indecent way he looked at her said it all ... she was making his blood boil with only the curve of her hips and the obvious outline of her ample breasts exhibited by the tightness of the dress she wore. The simmering hate in his eyes made her drop her gaze. The boy wanted any excuse to humiliate her.
“Ch-Chloe, let’s just go...”
Chloe put her arms around Safiya, giggling. “Come oon, Safiya! Zach’s just having some fun, boys like having their little jokes. What is it you want, Zach?”
Safiya began to fidget in spite of herself as she watched the boy’s eyes flick down towards her heavy breasts.
“Give me your bra and I’ll let you in.”
“What?!-”
Zach laughed. “Your fucking bra bitch, are you deaf or are you just stupid?”
Safiya’s face turned red but thankfully Chloe swooped in to rescue her. “Oh my god, you’re such a child!”
“I-I’m not giving you my b- ... I’m not giving you that!”
Zach folded his pudgy arms. “Then you’re not getting in. Simple as that, sweety. Now cut the attitude and give me what I want.”
Disgust washed over Safiya but she was thrown off balance by the nonchalant way Chloe was acting. The boy was being so rude- and creepy! What on earth did he want her underwear for?!
Chloe sighed. “Just give him what he wants, it’s just a bra you have plenty more. You shouldn’t even be wearing one with that dress anyway, it looks so much better without it.”
This wasn’t right! She shouldn’t be giving this boy what he wanted just because he demanded it. He was an entitled bully! Safiya wanted to stand up to him, to tell him what a creep he was, right to his face, to get angry and storm out of there. If she’d been a better person that’s exactly what she’d have done, but as it was Safiya could barely meet his eyes. Instead she just stood there silently fidgeting.
Chloe touched her waist from behind. “It’s ok, I know you’re nervous ... I’ll help you.”
The little brunette undid the clasp of Safiya’s strapless bra. Her fingers gently slid beneath the dress and cupped both of Safiya’s soft womanly breasts, gently sliding the undergarment out, soft fabric running over her rapidly hardening nipples. Safiya’s heart beat fast, and she reached up instinctively but Chloe had already pulled her bra out into the open, holding it up for Zach and all the other nearby boys to see.
Chloe smiled sweetly and tossed the cute piece of clothing through the air to Zach. “You’re such a perv! Here’s your little prize.”
Safiya watched with shame as Zach felt the soft fabric of the bra, still warm from her body heat. He lifted it to his face and breathed in the smell of her perfume. She covered herself, arms squeezing her breasts against her chest as her nipples grew hard, easily poking through the thin fabric of her dress. Safiya shivered, humiliated under the eyes of all the boys who were suddenly paying much more attention to her.
“Hand over the dress next.”
Another boy nearby piped up, “and the panties!” That was followed by a laugh and a slough of excited, indecent comments about her body.
Safiya stuck closer to Chloe, who dismissed their demands with a wave of her hand. “Ugh! You boys always want more! You’re never satisfied.” She walked past Zach, leading Safiya by the hand. “You got what you wanted, you better enjoy it. That bra’s the closest you’ll be getting to any girl tonight!”
Safiya could feel the man eyeing her ass as she passed by him. Chloe’s comment had obviously only made him more frustrated and angry, but Safiya put it out of her mind. It’s not like he’d be able to do anything about it!
Entering the frat she was immediately bombarded with noise, the music was overwhelming, people were drinking and shouting loudly to each other just to be heard. A pair of girls made out on the stairway nearby, unconcerned by their onlookers. A number of boys pushed past Safiya and Chloe, excitedly heading towards the back door leading out to the pool area. The next room over was packed with drunk college students dancing and screaming, strobe lights flashing into the crowd.
“WOOOO! Yeah baby! It’s your first party!”
Safiya giggled, excited and terrified at the same time. “So many people! Uhm-”
“Let’s get a drink!”
Chloe led her across the house, Safiya’s heels sticking to the wooden floor as she walked over spilled alcohol and mixers. The kitchen was piled with different foods and beverages, mostly snacks and alcohol. A table of people stood around playing some drinking game Safiya didn’t understand, but that looked really fun! Chloe grabbed a bottle of vodka and Safiya had to work hard to convince her not to pour out a drink for her.
“Chloe, I’m just here to get out a little! Not get drunk! I’m really not that kind of girl.”
“You’re not seriously going to go all night sober are you?”
“Let me just have some orange juice or something, I’ll PRETEND it has vodka in it!”
A particularly loud and abrasive shirtless frat guy with a mustache and a backwards cap came up behind Chloe.
“Yooo! Chloe!”
“Dannyyyy!” Chloe jumped up and hugged the guy, her tits bouncing. “Hi guuyy! This is my roommate Safiya, we were just about to get us some drinks, you think you could hook a girl up?”
“I got more than drinks...”
Danny and Chloe exchanged a look Safiya didn’t understand, then Chloe turned back to her.
“Hey Safiyaaa, why don’t you stay here for a bit, I’ll be back in a moment! Chris is just gonna show me something~.”
“What are you-”
“Just a little something and then we can REALLY get this party started!” Her and Danny retreated through the crowd towards the staircase leading to the next floor, leaving Safiya awkwardly standing alone in the kitchen.
Come on, make friends, make friends! How was she supposed to do that? It was so loud and confusing, even in the kitchen! Maybe she could join the game at the table and just not drink? Would they think she was lame though? She’d be taking up a space for someone else who was more fun, and besides that they’d have to teach her the rules!
Safiya stood awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, feeling more and more in the way as people tried to squeeze by her, their bodies uncomfortably close to hers. The music and lights and noise made all of her anxiety so much worse, but Safiya powered through it, approaching a pair of girls by the snack counter.
“H-hi!”
The girls looked over in surprise, and Safiya almost ran, feeling terrible for interrupting their conversation.
One of them gave her a smile, seeming to find her introduction amusing. “Hi! What’s up?”
Safiya hadn’t thought this far ahead. She really hadn’t thought at all. “Uhm ... I like your hair!” It wasn’t a lie, the girl’s silky black hair fell over her shoulders beautifully.
“Thanks! I like your hijab!”
“My name’s Safiya!” She was starting to get excited now, the stranger’s friendliness was encouraging, and the other girl was watching them with a smile on her face.
“I’m Violet, this is my friend Katie! We were just talking about going to dance, do you want to come with us?”
“Yes! Yes, I’d love to!” This was it! Was it?! Was she making friends??- Alhamdulillah!
A hand touched the small of her back from behind, startling Safiya. She turned and the color drained from her face as she saw Chris smiling down at her.
“Hey, Sofia right?”
“S-S...” Safiya swallowed, unable even to correct him.
His eyes flicked down at her breasts, causing a shiver to run over her as her rapist gave her body a lingering inspection, clearly excited at the sight of her nipples poking through the thin dress. “Chloe said she’d be bringing you. I’m glad she did, I was hoping to see you again.” He completely ignored the other two girls, his body language clearly excluding them from the conversation.
“I-I didn’t know this was your...”
“My frat? Of course it is. Chloe wouldn’t bring you to a strangers party ... that could be dangerous for a girl like you.”
Violet gave her an awkward wave. “It was nice to meet you, Safiya!”
Safiya wanted so badly to go with them, but with Chris so close to her and blocking the way she felt unable to extract herself from the conversation. Instead she gave a feeble, “n-nice to meet you...” as the two girls left for the dance floor.
Chis leaned in closer, cornering her against the wall. “Hey listen, Sofia ... I feel terrible about what happened last time we saw each other. What I did ... that wasn’t right.”
“I-it’s alright, Chris...” She said quietly, avoiding his gaze, desperate for him to leave her alone.
“No it wasn’t. I’m so sorry. I should never have hurt you like that, you’re just so beautiful ... it’s hard for me to stop myself.” He reached up and grabbed her chin, tilting her face up and forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Do you forgive me?”
It was so strange to hear such an earnest apology from Chris, yet still her heart was beating a million miles an hour, panic rising in her chest. Safiya had no doubt he could tell. “Y-yes...”
Chris stared down into her large, innocent eyes. “I need to hear you say it.”
Her breath caught in her chest, beautiful doe eyes wide. She managed a whimper. “I forgive you, Chris.”
Somehow saying it out loud made her believe it a little. Had she really forgiven him? Even if he still terrified her? No other girls she knew had been violated like she had ... was what had happened to her really her own fault and not his?
Chris touched her arm, causing goose bumps to form as his fingers slid up her bare skin. “You don’t know how good it is to hear you say that. Let’s put all of that behind us now and just have a good night tonight, what do you say?”
Safiya felt herself nodding instinctively.
Chris smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist. Safiya was already regretting wearing the dress she had on tonight, cognizant of the greedy glances Chris was taking towards her breasts and the feeling of her bare shoulders against the fabric of his shirt. It was unnerving just being near him, but Safiya allowed herself to be led towards a group of five boys by the punch bowl.
“Yo whaddup!”
“Chris, man! How you doing?”
“I’m alright, it’s chill.” Chris dabbed up one of the other guys. “Boys, meet Sofia.”
Safiya felt heat rush to her cheeks as the group of upperclassmen turned their attention towards her. Her eyes were glued to the ground, unable to meet their gaze.
“Ayo baby! This our girl for tonight? She’s fucking adorable, check her out!”
“Hey she’s hot for a towel head, got some nice tits on her.”
“What’s your deal sweety? You come down here for a taste of some White cock?”
Chris chuckled. “Easy boys, lay off of her. It’s her first ever party.”
Safiya’s heart beat faster with each comment the boys made about her. She found herself sticking closer to Chris. It felt weird for him to be her defender. She tried still to make friends with the boys, despite their rude remarks. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Chloe pulling Danny towards the dance floor. Had she already forgotten about her? Safiya wanted to go join her friend but the boys were all standing in her way.
“N-nice to meet you all, what are your n-names?” Safiya stuck out her hand hesitantly.
“Her first party? You really know how to find them.”
“She looks like a virgin to me. Isn’t sex against their rules or something?”
The boys ignored her, talking amongst themselves as though she weren’t even there. The clear disinterest in anything she’d just said caused Safiya to blush deeply and lower her hand, humiliated and cringing at her own awkwardness. What was wrong with her? Why did she always seem to do the exact wrong thing when talking to people? Safiya didn’t even know why what she had said was wrong but it was obvious that she had screwed things up somehow.
The boys chatted for the better part of an hour, drinking all the while and laughing loudly enough that it made her flinch. It was uncomfortable, standing there quietly like some sort of pet while they made obscene jokes and discussed topics she had no knowledge of. She wanted so badly to leave, but Chris’ gentle but firm grip on her waist made that impossible.
Finally Chris turned his attention to her. “Hey, why don’t you have a drink, Sofia?”
One of the other guys joined in, “yeah, have a drink with us, join the party instead of standing there like a weirdo.”
“No, no I’m ok...” Safiya shook her head. “I d-don’t like alcohol, and Muslims aren’t supposed to drink anyway.”
Chris scooped up some of the punch into a red solo cup and pushed it towards her. “Come on, we’ll say tonight’s a cheat night. Have a drink.”
There was no telling what was in that punch. Certainly alcohol, but even if there hadn’t been the idea of drinking out of a communal punch bowl where everyone had dipped their fingers was just revolting.
“No, thank you really! I really appreciate it but-”
In a moment Chris’ kind facade slipped and Safiya saw a flash of anger cross his face as his hand roughly tightened on her waist, causing her to squeak in surprise. “Just drink the fucking punch.”
Safiya nodded quickly, her shaking fingers clutching the cup. It was about three quarters full, the punch was a dull orange color and smelled strongly of liquor. The boys all looked on in amusement as Safiya hesitantly brought the cup to her lips. She drank the sweet, syrupy beverage and immediately gagged at the taste of alcohol, almost spitting it up.
Chris laughed, a cruel note in his voice. “Is that your first drink? Finish it all, don’t waste it.” He chastised her, helping her to lift the cup back to her lips.