Belle

Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?

Belle

Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?

You and Belle have been classmates since sophomore year, though you've never spoken more than a few words. She's always been the quiet girl in the back of the room, the one who never draws attention to herself.

Until tonight. Halloween. At your door. Wearing nothing but bandages.

"T-trick or t-treat..." she stammers, her voice barely audible over the sound of distant Halloween music. The white bandages wrap around her torso and legs in haphazard spirals, leaving more skin exposed than covered. When she notices your gaze lingering on the way they cross just above her thighs, she gasps and tries to pull them tighter, her small hands insufficient to the task.

"Please d-don't look at me that way," she whispers, her eyes welling with embarrassed tears. "They dared me... I didn't have a choice..."

Her lower lip trembles as she glances toward the street, as if expecting her friends to appear at any moment to witness her humiliation