Chapter 6: Humiliation Broadcast

Third person POV

Intentionally avoiding the area Olivia was, Deborah looked around one more time, hoping to catch Caleb again.

She pushed up her glasses nervously, her eyes scanning the crowd, searching each face with quiet desperation. Her heartbeat drummed in her ears, loud and hollow. Her palms were clammy, and she kept smoothing them over the sides of her dress.

Somewhere in the distance, someone dropped a glass, the crash swallowed by the bass of the music.

Then the speaker came on, the loud static sound jolting Deborah, as well as others around her. The screech echoed through the room like a scream, causing heads to snap toward the DJ booth.

A murmur rolled through the crowd like the start of a wave.

Deborah’s eyes shot up to the stage, her brows knitting in confusion. Her heart skipped a beat and her throat became dry again as she saw Olivia and her minions.

Each of them stood with mocking grins, big-rimmed glasses perched exaggeratedly on their noses, their cheerleading pom-poms in hand. They wore replica versions of Deborah’s cream cardigan, only theirs were sleeveless and cropped into something ridiculous. The hems flared dramatically, and they had paired them with mini skirts and high boots like it was some twisted fashion joke.

Deborah almost had her mouth agape. Her chest tightened again like someone had pulled a rope around it.

The loudspeaker boomed, “Caleb, I have been in love with you for years. I think we will make a great team.”

Deborah froze as ahe realised the words she had played through the speaker like some sick remix were the same words she said to Caleb the day before. Olivia and her minions moved in sync to the sound of Deborah’s voice, mimicking every word as they danced and twirled, performing one of their cheer routines.

It was like watching a horror film of her own life.

Deborah’s knees went weak. Her fingers gripped the fabric of her dress so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“I’ve been saving myself for you and I want you to be the one to take my virginity before my eighteenth birthday next month,” the recording continued.

Loud and ruthless laughter erupted from everyone one this time around.

Deborah felt like her chest had cracked open. Her skin prickled with heat, then chilled. People turned to look at her, pointing, snickering.

“Ouch, that’s a real kick in the lady nuts,” one of the students exclaimed making the others howled.

“Could you be any more desperate?” another asked from somewhere near the back.

“I don’t know. Can you, Deborah?” Olivia replied smugly, flipping her ponytail as she pranced toward the center of the room. Her words ignited another explosion of laughter.

Deborah’s heart pounded against her ribcage, wild and panicked. Her eyes welled up, the tears hot and sharp as her breath came in short, uneven bursts.

“Okay, let’s go!” Olivia shouted, clapping her hands in rhythm. It was the same way she rallied her cheerleading team—loud, commanding and practiced. The energy in the room shifted again, more people turning to watch what was happening.

“Take my virginity! Take my virginity!” Olivia began to chant.

Mindy and Cindy joined in with bouncing pom-poms and smug faces. Then, like a tidal wave, the chant caught on. The crowd roared the words, raising their cups, clapping their hands, stomping their feet.

“Take my virginity! Take my virginity!”

Deborah wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

Her ears rang. The lights above blurred. Her knees felt like jelly. She stood rooted to the floor, unable to move.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she watched Olivia humiliate her. ‘What crime did I commit?’

she thought, her chest heaving.

‘Was being a virgin so bad?’

The questions rang in her head with no answer in sight. Just the chant. Just the laughing.

Satisfied with the noise and the attention, Olivia strutted toward her, pom-poms tossed aside. Her heels clicked sharply against the wooden floor.

Deborah’s legs refused to move. Her muscles had locked in place. It felt like being buried alive in plain sight.

Then Olivia stopped just in front of her. She reached up and took the gum she had been chewing out of her mouth. Strings of saliva clung to it making Deborah’s stomach turn.

Without hesitation, Olivia reached out and pressed the gum above Deborah’s upper lip. Then she pulled out a small black fake mustache from her pocket and stuck it onto the gum.

The room howled with laughter.

Deborah’s face burned with shame. The smell of the gum was sickeningly sweet—watermelon and something else—mixed with the scent of Olivia’s saliva.

Deborah stood completely frozen. Her arms were limp at her sides. She didn’t even have the strength to wipe the gum and the mustache away.

As the others laughed, she closed her eyes and prayed. ‘Please, Caleb… don’t see me like this. Don’t see what they’re doing to me.’ Deborah pleaded, but her silent plea was shattered by more movement.

Cindy stepped forward, holding a stainless steel mixing bowl. Before Deborah could react, she slammed it gently over her head. The cold metal sent a shiver down her spine, and the bowl covered her eyes completely, pressing her glasses painfully down the bridge of her nose and lower to her lips.

Deborah gasped, stumbling slightly from the unexpected weight. The inside of the bowl echoed with every laugh, every chant. Her vision was gone. It was dark and suffocating.

Then someone else—she couldn’t see who—added two rubber dildos to the sides of the bowl and they dangled like horns.

Roars of laughter exploded again as everyone pointed towards her head.

The room echoed with cruel amusement.

Deborah couldn’t see it, but she felt it—every finger, every whisper, every laugh.

She stood there, silent and shaking as milkshake was sprayed from tubes all over her body.

The cold liquid hit her skin like a slap. It soaked her dress, dripping from her sleeves, clinging to her thighs. It was sticky, sweet, and thick. It smelled like vanilla and something artificial.

But all she could think was what it looked like.

“Please, let me go,” she cried silently, the tears streaming down her cheeks. The liquid mixed with her tears, dripping down to her gown, then to the floor.

And then, just when she thought it couldn’t get worse…

From a corner of the room, she heard Caleb’s laughther. That same boyish laugh she had adored for years—now thrown into the storm of mockery.

Her heart shattered all over again. All of a sudden, the laughter died down, leaving an eerie silence in the air.

Olivia walked closer to her.

“Please, let me go,” Deborah whispered, her voice hoarse, barely audible under the bowl.

“Awwn! Honey, you want to go?” Olivia mocked sweetly, clearly relishing the torment.

“Please,” Deborah whispered again, her voice cracking.

“You can go. We just want you to say it,” Olivia replied, extending her hand towards Deborah.

Deborah squinted her eyes, trying to see through the tiny crack near the edge of the bowl. Then she froze.

In Olivia’s hand was a small microphone. The red light on it blinked makng Deborah's heart sink.

“One more time,” Olivia said with a grin.

“Say, ‘take my virginity’,” Mindy added gleefully, stepping in close.

“Say it,” Cindy echoed, her voice rising, encouraging the others.

They began clapping their hands, the rhythm growing. “Say it! Say it! Say it! Say it!”

Deborah’s shoulders shook as tears rolled down her cheeks, falling into the collar of her soaked gown.

She opened her mouth.

“I can’t…” she whispered to herself. But her lips betrayed her as all she wanted was for he torture to end “Take…” she began to say.

“Stop!” A voice interrupted.