7. (JO POV)

(JO POV)

Walking into the newbie dorm was a scene straight out of a nightmare. The other girls, like me, were fresh into this twisted reality, huddled in their beds. Their soft sobs pierced the haunting silence, a chilling symphony of despair. Close to my assigned spot was a tiny brunette, her body quaking beneath a blanket too thin to offer any genuine warmth.

Gathering every ounce of bravery I possessed, I leaned in and whispered, "What happened to you?"

Her answer was a descent into a horror I didn't want to imagine. "They... they just kept biting. Everywhere, even inside," she stammered, the agony in her voice painting pictures darker than the night itself.

"And they... didn't stop there..." Her words faded into a silence heavy with unspoken terror. I couldn't help but scan her body, noting the brutal tapestry of bite marks that embellished her skin, each one a testament to the savagery she endured. Seeing those marks, particularly the clusters that marred her inner thighs, sent