Diary Entry 10 — February 8th

On the screen, Becky appears disheveled, her hair a tangled mess framing her pale face. Dark circles, like bruises, shadow her eyes, telling a story of sleepless nights. Her voice is a whisper, barely above a breath, as she speaks into the camera. “I’m in hell,” she murmurs, her words hanging heavy in the silence that follows, stretching painfully for what feels like an eternity before she continues.

“I don’t know what’s led me to this point,” she says, her voice tinged with desperation. “Is this some karmic hell? A family curse? Am I just a pawn in some twisted social experiment crafted by minds that revel in cruelty?”

The silence returns, thick and oppressive.

“Between Jake and Kim,” she resumes, her voice trembling slightly, “I get no rest on Friday nights. They are the embodiment of torment. Last night, they devised a game where every three minutes, they would halt their activities and spin wheels to determine the next form of torment I would endure.”

Her voice breaks as she recounts the ordeal. “There was so much ... so much happening. Kim had a strap-on, and they indulged in impact play. It was endless, just endless humiliation.”

Becky reaches forward, her hand steadying the cell phone camera as she angles it downward. The screen reveals her wrapped in a pink towel, the fabric barely concealing her form. With a shaky breath, she loosens the towel, exposing her bare chest to the camera. Her skin is marked with discoloration, and her breasts appear swollen and bruised.

“I’m covered like this,” she confesses, her voice barely rising above a whisper. “If it weren’t the middle of winter, I’d have to dress differently just to hide the evidence of last night.”

A heavy sigh escapes her lips, filling the silent room. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this,” she admits, her voice cracking with emotion, “but I’d rather be back in Trip’s frat, bent over on Friday nights, than enduring the sadistic games those two have in mind.”

Her head drops to the desk, her shoulders shaking as she begins to sob. The video cuts out after a minute, leaving only the echo of her despair.