Snake Monologue
INT. CRAN HOUSEHOLD JUSTIN’S BEDROOM - LATER
The twosome now sit on the floor, resting their heads against the rugged bottom drawers of Justin’s bed.
AUBREY
(laughing)
- Okay, okay. We got pet peeves - yours being the totality of human existence - what else!? Oh! Fears. What are your fears?
JUSTIN
Ugh. That question, mainly.
AUBREY
No, seriously! You don’t know someone until you know what scares them. JUSTIN
I don't know. Fear takes up too much energy.
AUBREY
There has to be something.
JUSTIN
Alright. Uhh...snakes? Snakes are pretty terrifying.
AUBREY
Snakes? Come on, don’t be so rudimentary. JUSTIN
A snake from a bad neighborhood? I don’t know!
AUBREY
Like a snake from the ghetto? An impoverished snake?
JUSTIN
Yeah, like …show more content…
Eventually all that defective anger just boils over and I think - maybe, just maybe, for once in my life, I’ll be a good girl and take Dad’s advice.
That’ll show him. By this time it’s already late so I decide to try my luck and head downtown. And...to his benefit, it didn’t take long.
Yuppie-looking fucker. Young, slicked back hair, the suit, the tie. Nice car. A real douche-incarnate. Anyway, he starts telling me how he’s a wealthy businessman in town for some conference or something and that I should come back to his fancy hotel and all I’m thinking is..."jackpot."
Tensing and quivering, she struggles to spit the words between her lips.
AUBREY (CONT'D)
So now we’re in his room and he lays me down, kissing me, undressing me. Then, all of a sudden - he pulls out a small pocket knife. I ask what he’s doing but he covers my mouth, smiles, and slowly inches its blade up the flesh of my leg - drawing a small line of blood all the way up my thigh until it burrows under the lace of my panties, cutting them right off. And that was it. That’s the moment I should’ve left - but I didn’t. To tell you the truth, It kinda turned me on. Now before we really get going he pulls out …show more content…
Then it starts. He penetrates, deep and hard. I lay there kind of stiff, trying to seem semi-concupiscent. But then, it really starts. This growing, unbearable burning sensation. I can feel it bubbling. I yell out for him to stop - that he’s hurting me, but he says he’ll stop when he’s finished. So I start to struggle. I reach for his face but he grabs my wrists and holds them down. I feel my legs kicking desperately, rubbing up against the silk sheets.
Eventually, I’m able to grab for the lamp. Shatter it right on the fucks forehead. I try for the pocket knife but it becomes real clear I’m not going anywhere real fast. He gets up, broken lamp in his hand. I try to kick him away but can’t. He overbears me, ties the lamp chord around my neck, stands on the side of the bed and pulls as forcefully as he can - my neck turning into one big vein ready to burst. All I could do then was gasp for air until there was no air left to gasp for. I woke up a few hours later. My face felt like paper maché. He must have finished the job after.
Daunting dejection and sadness suffocates the room for many seconds; Aubrey’s hysteria morphing into some kind of anesthesia. JUSTIN
....I am so fucking sorry. Wha - what did you do after?
The twosome now sit on the floor, resting their heads against the rugged bottom drawers of Justin’s bed.
AUBREY
(laughing)
- Okay, okay. We got pet peeves - yours being the totality of human existence - what else!? Oh! Fears. What are your fears?
JUSTIN
Ugh. That question, mainly.
AUBREY
No, seriously! You don’t know someone until you know what scares them. JUSTIN
I don't know. Fear takes up too much energy.
AUBREY
There has to be something.
JUSTIN
Alright. Uhh...snakes? Snakes are pretty terrifying.
AUBREY
Snakes? Come on, don’t be so rudimentary. JUSTIN
A snake from a bad neighborhood? I don’t know!
AUBREY
Like a snake from the ghetto? An impoverished snake?
JUSTIN
Yeah, like …show more content…
Eventually all that defective anger just boils over and I think - maybe, just maybe, for once in my life, I’ll be a good girl and take Dad’s advice.
That’ll show him. By this time it’s already late so I decide to try my luck and head downtown. And...to his benefit, it didn’t take long.
Yuppie-looking fucker. Young, slicked back hair, the suit, the tie. Nice car. A real douche-incarnate. Anyway, he starts telling me how he’s a wealthy businessman in town for some conference or something and that I should come back to his fancy hotel and all I’m thinking is..."jackpot."
Tensing and quivering, she struggles to spit the words between her lips.
AUBREY (CONT'D)
So now we’re in his room and he lays me down, kissing me, undressing me. Then, all of a sudden - he pulls out a small pocket knife. I ask what he’s doing but he covers my mouth, smiles, and slowly inches its blade up the flesh of my leg - drawing a small line of blood all the way up my thigh until it burrows under the lace of my panties, cutting them right off. And that was it. That’s the moment I should’ve left - but I didn’t. To tell you the truth, It kinda turned me on. Now before we really get going he pulls out …show more content…
Then it starts. He penetrates, deep and hard. I lay there kind of stiff, trying to seem semi-concupiscent. But then, it really starts. This growing, unbearable burning sensation. I can feel it bubbling. I yell out for him to stop - that he’s hurting me, but he says he’ll stop when he’s finished. So I start to struggle. I reach for his face but he grabs my wrists and holds them down. I feel my legs kicking desperately, rubbing up against the silk sheets.
Eventually, I’m able to grab for the lamp. Shatter it right on the fucks forehead. I try for the pocket knife but it becomes real clear I’m not going anywhere real fast. He gets up, broken lamp in his hand. I try to kick him away but can’t. He overbears me, ties the lamp chord around my neck, stands on the side of the bed and pulls as forcefully as he can - my neck turning into one big vein ready to burst. All I could do then was gasp for air until there was no air left to gasp for. I woke up a few hours later. My face felt like paper maché. He must have finished the job after.
Daunting dejection and sadness suffocates the room for many seconds; Aubrey’s hysteria morphing into some kind of anesthesia. JUSTIN
....I am so fucking sorry. Wha - what did you do after?