The older, experienced ebony college girls take turns extinguishing their cigarettes on the freshman's naked back, marking him like a piece of flesh. They laugh as he winces, their spit dripping down his face and body. One by one, they step on his back, their high heels digging into his skin. They command him to crawl, to beg, to debase himself further. He does, his voice hoarse from shouting his apologies and pleas. Finally, they tire of their game and leave him there, a mess of spit, ash, and shame, but with a sense of belonging, albeit twisted, to their twisted sisterhood.