Nice tits, bitch. Be good and I
won’t cut them off.
A MUFFLED WHIMPER. She squeezes her eyes shut. Tears roll
down her quivering cheeks.
The man SLAPS one of her breasts. A MUFFLED EXHALATION OF
PAIN. The man LAUGHS.
He grabs the knife off her chest, holds it inches from her
face. Her eyes snap open, drowning in tears.
You move and I’ll gut you, bitch.
He lowers the knife to her panties, slides the blade up under
the elastic band, slices through them. He yanks them off of
her, the RIPPING SOUND PUNCTUATED in the moonlit darkness.
She WHIMPERS as he locks eyes with her. He holds her panties
to his face. He SNIFFS them, GROANS. She closes her eyes.
THE SOUND of his ZIPPER GOING DOWN-
--and she squeezes her eyes shut as tightly as she can, her
brow a straining knot.
He grabs her bound wrists, positions himself on top of her.
He SHOVES himself inside her--
--and she CRIES OUT, a SHARP, TERRIBLE SOUND MUFFLED by the
He plunges in and out of her, GRUNTING in sick pleasure--
--and she CRIES OUT and CRIES OUT, SHARP, PAINFUL, MUFFLED
SOUNDS, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain-
--and everything is SLOWING DOWN, becoming DREAMLIKE, the
SOUNDS DISTORTED, and now everything FADES INTO DARKNESS...
INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - MORNING
A woman’s eyes in GENTLE MORNING LIGHT. Her brow is knotted,
deeply disturbed. Her eyes open.
CAMERON LANE, 24, the WOMAN from before. Her HAIR is
different, is SHORTER and more stylish, but it’s HER.
Cameron sits up in bed. She looks tired, haggard, with bags
under her eyes. She frowns, and for a moment hugs herself
against the memory...
WE NOTE that the bed isn’t the same bed, the bedroom isn’t
the same bedroom.
Cameron sits in bed holding herself, a distant, yet painful,
look in her eyes.
She sits there for a moment, staring off into a painful place
inside herself, then shakes her head, SIGHS, and climbs out
of bed. She pads toward the door.
INT. HOUSE - HALLWAY - MORNING
Cameron closes the bedroom door and walks down the hallway,
rubbing her eyes. She walks toward a flight of stairs-