The Red Tragedy

Once upon a time, not long ago, I learned about a tale in college that everybody should know. It's not-so-tall, in fact, it's kinda short. This is a tragedy involving a pretty girl, stereotypes, and sports...

As she put on her lip gloss, red was the color of her lipstick as she puckered her lips in the mirror. Red was also the color of jealousy as she rocked her hips in her dress that showed off her legs and her, ahem... assets. She knew she looked good in it. However, red was also the color of blood... and the color of lust... At a football game. That was a hell of a combination.
She was a smart, pretty girl who happened to be a sorority chick. Boys look at her and think: "You're a freak, ain't you?" She hated that tired, perverted trope about sorority girls. She wasn't like those other bitches. She arrived at the game. The home team were losing 14-0.
At the game, she said exasperatedly and slightly tipsy:
“Why the fuck are we losing?!"
Little did she know, she was being watched by boys who wanted to win in their own way.

Red was also the color of passion. Touchdown after touchdown, the team eventually made up the deficit. As the quarterback ran for his life to the end zone, she celebrated with her friends as it happened. The home team prevailed and won in dramatic fashion. However, the boys were staring at her, waiting to pounce, as her breasts bounced.

The boys looked like bros. Waiting on her. They had a collective look of hunger on their face that could not be mistakable. The bros were easily drunk. They looked at her plump rump sashaying in the distance. They had a plan. They struggled to keep it in the pants, saying:
"Look at her, asking to get fucked."

She lived on campus. Her friends didn’t. She was still riding a high. Their beloved team was still undefeated. Before long, they had to go their separate ways. She lived in the Village dorms. It wasn’t far, just across campus. She was a big girl. She was brave. Until...


They rolled up on her in a slightly used Hyundai. They asked her suavely:
“Baby girl, do you need a ride?"
She respectfully declined. They asked again. She decided against it. All of a sudden she felt something was wrong. She felt someone come from behind.
Next thing she knew, she felt trapped and confined.


“Hey, baby girl, what’s good?" The driver said.
“Why don’t you go chill with us in our hood?" Another one remarked.
Two of them had their hands on her milky thighs. She wondered was this her demise? With tears in her eyes, she realized they still had that predatory look. She sobbed quietly. They stopped the car suddenly. She didn't know where she was. She looked him in the eyes. She could tell evil was afoot.

“Damn, baby girl, why you crying like that?” One said.
“Yeah, we just wanted to chat.” Another one continued. “We just wanted to know if the rumors are true." And finally the driver said...
“And we want to see it too.”

The bros pounced like animals. They were hungry. They were lusty. They saw red. The color of her bra and panties were matching red.
"Oh, you're a sexy little slut, aren't you?" One bro said with a sick smile on his face. She tried to struggle. She tried to fight.
"Shh. Don't fight it... Shhh." Another said.
They groped like animals at her breasts. Their scratches were red. They took turns as their repeated thrusts of penetration made her moan in pain, angry thrust, after angry thrust made her bleed red.
"Ooh, tag me in..."
Insult after angry insult was venomously red.
"Look at the sorority slut, taking some dick. We might have a good one here."

And when they were done...
“Baby girl, mmm.”
They were satisfied. As for her, however... She looked up at the night sky. She looked at her red scratches on her thighs and arms. She smelled their scent still on her. She started sobbing uncontrollably.