I’ve always kept my head on straight. I’m smart, popular, obviously super hot, and the bro my friends can rely on. But under all that, I have a craving I never knew existed: I want to be used. I want to shut my brain off completely and let someone else dictate exactly what I am. I never expected that a stupid challenge during a drunken game with my roommates would be the thing that made me discover a side of myself that doesn't want to think, or speak, or even be human. Now, there’s no turning back. My roommates know exactly what I need, and they won't hold back until I’m nothing but their perfect, mindless doll.