Rachel had just finished picking up her children from school and was walking down the street when she heard loud laughter. She turned to find three girls, all about the same age, coming towards her. The girls were wearing tight fitting clothes and had on heavy makeup, not something Rachel was used to seeing in her small town.
Rachel had on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, her sandy brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. She was feeling confident and secure in her own skin, and was sure she could handle whatever the girls threw her way.
Little did Rachel know, these girls were out to cause trouble. As they approached her, they started to circle her, taunting her with comments about her body and her long hair. Rachel could feel her heart pounding in her chest, but she stood her ground and refused to back down.
The girls started to get angry, and one of them lunged at Rachel and grabbed her by the hair. She yanked Rachel to the ground and the other girls quickly joined in, kicking and punching her. Rachel fought back as best she could, but soon found herself pinned to the ground, her shirt ripped off and her shorts pulled down.
The girls started to body shame Rachel, making fun of her body and her chest. They then took a pair of scissors and started to cut off chunks of her long hair, leaving her with only half of her locks remaining.
Rachel could feel her humiliation, her pride and her strength slipping away. She was powerless to stop them, and soon found herself enslaved by the girls. They forced her to do their bidding, and made her serve them in any way they saw fit.
The girls were especially cruel when it came to Rachel's chest. They would take turns squeezing and pulling her breasts, trying to get as much milk out of her as they could. Rachel felt powerless and humiliated, her only solace was in the fact that she was still alive.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the girls released Rachel and ran away, laughing and jeering at her. Rachel was left there, alone and scared, her clothing in tatters, her hair a mess and her body covered in bruises and scrapes.
Rachel slowly picked herself up and walked home, her mind filled with confusion and fear. She had never been so humiliated before in her life, and she vowed to never let it happen again. Rachel had been a good girl her entire life, and she had no idea why these girls had targeted her.
She had no idea why they had done what they did, but she knew one thing: she would never forget the humiliation and the pain they had caused her.
