So, there are three sneering sluts, apparently good friends, who spent the first 6% of the book feeling very smug and superior to the participants of a frat party. One of the three foolishly drinks from an open cup, and of course, she's got herself a cup full of date-rape drug. The other two rush to the fool's aid, and one of them "tases" the "expletive deleted" who is with the fool. "Tases" him twice, once in the buttock and once in the privates. So much better than calling the police to report the crime! Oh, such resourceful girls! Admirable! I want to be just like them! They are so very, very, very superior because, um, they usually go to such very, very, very superior parties. Or something. And, just to make sure we know how self-sufficient they are, they take the fool back to their apartment to recover, never bothering with an emergency room or anything so plebeian. After all, they work out three or four hours a day, and chant, "Pain is weakness leaving the body." Give me a break.
If there was a plot, something beyond the three "friends" sneering at the college students, it had not even hinted at itself by the 6% mark.
Pass, pass, pass, erase it. Unsee it. Please, brain, don't remember this steaming pile.