Page Eighteen

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[Border] More fun with Jazinda and the Soldiers, who are getting progressively more imaginative and more violent. Her expression has gone blank, she’s barely even conscious at this point. Towards the end of the page, she starts glowing green.

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[1] The General has picked up the pistol and shot Hellcat. It’s some kind of taser. Hellcat clenches her upside-down body in agony as electricity courses through her.

Par: [out of frame] …Ms. Walters?

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[2] Hellcat hangs limply. Her body fell backwards, so her arms are now behind her supporting her weight in a painful strappado, her breasts swinging freely. Her head is back, screaming in agony.

Jen: [out of frame] How do I know you’ll keep your word?

Par: [out of frame] You don’t! Obviously! We’ve established you can’t trust me.

Par: [out of frame] You just don’t have any other choice.

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[3] The General has lowered Hellcat’s rope so her toes can just touch the ground, taking some of the weight off her arms. Her head hangs limp, her face hidden by her red hair.

Jen: [out of frame] If you let half of them go…

Par: [out of frame] [scoffs] Please. You simply have no bargaining power here my lovely.

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[4] The General stands beside her, caressing her athletic back and torso. Hellcat is dazed, unable to focus on what’s happening.

Par: [out of frame] If you want to save your friends, this is the only way it happens.

Par: [out of frame] Besides, even if I am lying, none of you end up in a worse position than you’re already in.

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[5] Side view. The General has pulled her costume down over her ass, revealing a pair of tight jogging shorts. Her trademark black sash still hangs around her waist. He admires the view while unbuckling his belt. Hellcat raises her head, her face confused, not sure what’s happening.

[No dialogue]

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[6] The General’s POV, close on Hellcat’s ass, as the General pulls down her jogging shorts.

SFX: Phone Rings.

General: SERIOUSLY?!