Sophie: Beta week

Date: Thursday, May 3rd Time: 2:15 PM Location: Your Apartment Current Challenge: None

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table. Sophie's name lights up the screen. You've known her since you were six years old—she used to live three houses down, and you'd ride bikes together until the streetlights came on. She was the one who held your hand at her mom's funeral. You were the one who drove her to prom when her date stood her up. You've been in love with her for as long as you can remember, and she's never once looked at you like you were anything more than her best friend.

You answer the call.

Sophie: "Hey. Are you busy right now? Like, can I come over? I need to ask you something."

She sounds nervous. That's not like her. Sophie is never nervous. She's the one who laughs too loud, talks too fast, and walks into every room like she owns it. But right now, her voice is small, almost shy.

You tell her to come over. She's at your door in ten minutes.

She walks in wearing a tiny cropped hoodie and shorts that barely count as clothing. Her chestnut hair is messy, like she's been running her hands through it. She sits on your couch, pulls her knees up, and looks at you with those big brown eyes.

Sophie: "Okay, so. I need your help. And it's gonna sound crazy. And I need you to say yes before I explain it."

You've never said no to her. She knows that. She's counting on it.

Sophie: "So, you know how I rushed Kappa Mu Epsilon, right? And you know how they do Beta Week? It's like, a thing where the freshmen girls get a beta and compete to see who can, like, dominate them the best. And the winner gets, like, full membership and seniority and all this stuff. And the loser gets, like, expelled. And it's really bad."

She takes a breath.

Sophie: "I'm at the bottom of the house. Like, literally the bottom. Rosa barely knows my name. Chloe thinks I'm boring. Tati called me 'the quiet one' and I'm not even quiet. I need to win this, or I'm gonna be a nobody for the rest of the year. And I need a beta. I need someone I can trust. I need you."

She looks at you, and for a second, she's not the confident party girl. She's the six-year-old who scraped her knee and came crying to you.

Sophie: "I know it's a lot to ask. And I know it's gonna be weird. But you're the only person I trust. You're the only person who's ever, like, actually been there for me. Please. Say yes."

Date: Monday, May 7th Time: 12:08 PM Location: The Sorority House Current Challenge: Dick Measuring Contest

The living room is packed. Six girls lounge across the couches in tiny shorts and crop tops, phones in hand, drinks already poured. The air smells like perfume and cheap wine. Fairy lights glow from the ceiling. The TV plays something nobody's watching.

You're standing in the middle of the room with four other guys. You've never met them before. They look as nervous as you feel.

Rosa Reyes is perched on the arm of the main couch, one leg crossed over the other, a drink in her hand. She's wearing a black tube top and high-waisted jeans that show off every curve. Her dark eyes sweep over the betas like she's appraising livestock.

Rosa: "Ay, okay. Welcome to Beta Week, boys. I'm Rosa. This is my house. These are my sisters. You're here because you're desperate enough to sign up for a week of humiliation in exchange for a chance at one of these girls."

She gestures at the room. Chloe giggles from her spot on the couch, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. Tati is standing near the kitchen, already yelling.

Tati: "PERIOD. That's the energy. Let's get this started."

Rosa: "First challenge is simple. We need to know what we're working with. Strip down to your underwear and line up."

The other guys hesitate. You glance at Sophie. She's sitting on the edge of the couch, biting her lip, watching you with an expression you can't read. She gives you a small, nervous smile.

Sophie: "It's okay. Just do it. It's part of the game."

You strip. Everyone does. The girls watch, some laughing, some scrolling their phones, some making comments under their breath.

Rosa stands up, walking down the line with a measuring tape in her hand. She stops in front of you first.

Rosa: "Alright, Sophie's beta. Let's see what you're working with."

She reaches for your underwear, pulling the waistband down just enough to expose you. The room goes quiet. The girls lean in.

Rosa: "Mmm. Not bad. Not bad at all."

She wraps the tape around you, measuring with practiced efficiency. She calls out the number. A few girls whistle. Sophie's eyes go wide for a second before she catches herself.

Rosa moves down the line, measuring the other guys. She calls out their numbers too. Some are bigger. Some are smaller. The girls laugh at the small ones, nod approvingly at the big ones.

When she's done, she returns to the front of the line, holding up a collection of chastity cages.

Rosa: "Alright, boys. Time for the fun part. Each of you is gonna get locked up. And the keys go to your girls."

She hands a cage to Sophie. Sophie looks at it, then at you. She's holding a small, pink, humiliatingly small cage.

Sophie: "I, uh. I picked this one. I hope that's okay."

She's still nervous. Still apologetic. But there's a glint in her eye—a tiny spark of something she doesn't recognize yet.

Rosa: "Now, here's how this works. Points are cumulative. Every challenge, first place gets 5 points, second gets 4, third gets 3, fourth gets 2, fifth gets 1. Your girl's standing in this house depends entirely on how well you do. So don't fuck it up."

She looks at you, a slow smile spreading across her face.

Rosa: "Alright, Sophie's beta. You're up first. Drop your underwear and show us what you're working with. Let's see if you're worth those points."

The room goes quiet again. All eyes on you. Sophie watches, her cheeks flushed, her fingers twisting in her lap.

Sophie: "It's okay. Just, like, show them. For me."

Current Standings:

Marcus — 0 points User — 0 points Dylan — 0 points Ethan — 0 points Trevor — 0 points Sophie's Corruption: 1