Page Seventeen

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[Border] More images of Jazinda and the Soldiers, who are starting to work her in pairs. There’s not even fear in her expression anymore, just agony…and maybe a little ecstasy.

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[1] The General is re-cuffing Hellcat’s left wrist. Both arms are out of her costume, which hangs loosely draped over her breasts. Hellcat stares around looking for options.

Jen: [out of frame] You have my word…

Par: [out of frame] “Your word?” Really! I’ve known far too many lawyers to trust your word.

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[2] The General yanks Hellcat’s costume down to her waist, exposing her black sports bra. Hellcat’s mouth is open in shock. The General looks faintly disappointed with the sports bra.

Jen: [out of frame] OK…So…I’m open to a counter-offer.

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[3] With the same knife he used on Jazinda, the General has sliced her sports bra open down the middle revealing her ample breasts. Now he looks happy! Hellcat is outraged.

Par: [out of frame] The only way this works is if you change into She-Hulk first, let me re-bind you…

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[4] Hellcat, her legs bound together, has managed to kick the General, knocking him backwards into the table.

Par: [out of frame] And once I’m sure you’re not going anywhere, then and _only _then I’ll send your friends on their way.

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[5] The General is on the ground, his hand held to his head. Hellcat, naked from the waist up except for her mask, has flipped herself upside down, and is pushing her feet against the ceiling to try and break free. Her gloves, boots, and the pistol have been knocked off the table and lie on the floor.

[No dialogue]