I knew I was dreaming. I knew it. But still. The manacles around my wrists felt so, so real. My heart was sending up adrenaline alarm bells that made my brain feel cloudy, my vision hazed with a sheen of panic. I was in the dim room at the back of the frat house again, manacled to the board again, and I was looking down past my feet toward a blurry darkness that held something…bad. Something hungry. The brothers were all looking at me, waiting for me, because I was supposed to satisfy that ...