Page Thirteen

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[1] Wider shot. Jennifer’s POV looking past her bare breasts and bound legs. Par and the General have their backs to us bracketing Jazinda. Jaz sags between the two soldiers holding her up, her head lolling to one side, blood running down her face, the remains of her shirt hanging open. The General has unbuckled Jazinda’s belt and is pulling it off.

Jazinda: [groans]

Jen: JJZZNNDDAA!

General: You assaulted the President, young lady. There are laws against that after all.

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[2] Same view but closer in as the General cracks the belt down across Jazinda’s left breast. Par has turned to face Jen.

Par: Enjoying the show, Ms. Walters? Don’t worry, I have much more creative things in store for you and your other costumed friends.

Jazinda: [….]

Par: But I think you’re right, Emil. An example should be made of this one.

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[3] Same shot. The General cracks the belt down across Jazinda’s right breast. A red welt is already rising on the left one. Jaz’s face is clenched in pain. Her blood has run down onto her chest. Par’s face is turned to speak over his shoulder, but his eyes are locked on Jen.

Jazinda: [!!!]

Par: Take “Jizz Girl” here down to the barracks. Tell my Presidential Guards she’s a present from me, a reward for their loyalty.

Jen: MRPHLLKLLUUU!

Par: Every man is to have her, however he wishes. Tell them to indulge themselves fully. As long as she survives the experience.

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[4] Reverse shot. Par has seated himself on the bed next to Jen, tracing the areola around one erect nipple with a fingertip. Tears run down Jen’s face, her expression a mixture of fury and despair. In the background, the Soldiers drag Jazinda out, bloodied but still defiant. The General is following them out.

General: You spoil them, Excellency.

Par: Yes, I know. But they’ve earned it.

General: I will see it taken care of. Then with your permission, I think I’d like to indulge myself a bit. Perhaps with the redhead?

Jen: mrphlklu.

Par: Of course, my friend, of course. I’ll keep Ms. Walters company.

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[5] Looking across Jen’s bound form at Parr, who has switched his attention to her other nipple.

Par: General Eng was quite right, you know. It’s She-Hulk I’m really interested in, not this…mousy body.

Jen: […]

Par: Hardly your fault, I know. But still…

Jen: Nngho…