I Spit on Your Grave Page #11

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Then he kicks her leg out wide with a firm Boot as he starts

to frisk her entire body, creeping his hands ever so close to

her crotch.

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SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)

I want the whole story, now. The

whole thing.

(SLOWLY)

Start with telling me what those

boys did.

A long, dreadful beat hangs in the air as--

JOHNNY (O.S.)

Yeah, and tell the truth, show

Horse.

Jennifer snaps her head around again to see Johnny enter the

cabin as Andy and Stanely push Matthew in front of them.

Johnny walks over to Jennifer. He stands next to the

Sheriff.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

Better yet, let's show him. As I

recall, those pretty little lips

couldn't get enough.

SHERIFF STORCH:

(MOCK SURPIRSE)

Really?

Sheriff Storch then takes the barrel of his shotgun and

pushes down the top of Jennifer's blouse.

Jennifer's paralyzed as he runs the shotgun across her

nipple.

SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)

(TO JENNIFER)

They do this to you?

Jennifer is too terrified to speak. Sheriff Storch then

slips the shotgun down between her legs.

SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)

I asked you a question.

Jennifer trembles with fear.

JENNIFER:

Please...

JOHNNY:

Show him those teeth, Show Horse.

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Sheriff Storch brings the gun back up to her mouth - slides

it under Jennifer's top lip and pushes it up.

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SHERIFF STORCH:

Whinny.

With her top lip forced up by the barrel of the shotgun,

Jennifer can only make a GRUNTING noise. Sheriff Storch

takes the shotgun out of Jennifer's mouth and places it flush

against the side of her head. He pushes her to the floor.

Jennifer lets out a YELP as she falls.

SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)

I said, whinny.

Jennifer makes a pathetic SOUND. Not really a whinny, but

more of a half-cry, half-snort. Naturally, this amuses Andy

and Stanley -- who is, of course, filming it -- to no end.

STANLEY:

Oh, man. Oh, man.

SHERIFF STORCH:

(TO JENNIFER)

On your knees. And keep going.

Jennifer gets to her knees. As instructed, she whinnies,

interspersed with sobs. Johnny slaps her ass viciously.

JOHNNY:

Keep whinnying!

Jennifer looks up at Sheriff Storch with pleading eyes.

Sheriff Storch picks her up by her hair but--

Jennifer comes up swinging -- connecting with the Sheriff's

face. The slightest scratch across his lip.

Sheriff Storch turns beet red. He backhands her across the

face sending her back down to the floor. A thin line of

blood flows from her nose. The Sheriff looks over to Johnny,

licks his lip and nods his head.

SHERIFF STORCH:

Think you outta tame this little

mare of yours.

Johnny takes the Sheriff's lead.

JOHNNY:

Alright, come on, Show Horse. Get

up. Or you won't get a sugar cube.

Jennifer struggles to her feet. She stands in front of them,

defenseless. Johnny grabs her hair and pulls her head far

back. She lets out a half-moan.

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JOHNNY (CONT'D)

(TO MATTHEW)

Take off your clothes. We're about

to pop your cherry.

Matthew shakes his head. His wrist is not beat red from the

rubber bands. Snap!

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

I'm not asking, now cut that rubber

band sh*t f*ggot.

STANLEY:

Come on, Matthew. You want to talk

the talk, then walk the walk, you

virgin.

Johnny flicks open a pocket knife. He tickles Jennifer's

bottom lip with the blade, then gently runs it down her chin,

past her neck, and between her breasts, just before stopping

at the waistband, then he slices the waistband of her pants -

her pants drop to the floor.

JOHNNY:

(TO MATTHEW)

Do it now. Or else I slice her

chin to c*nt.

This gets Matthew moving. A few seconds later, he's in his

boxer shorts, with his hands crossed in front of his crotch.

Johnny grabs him and throws him up against the wall. He then

yanks his boxers down. Matthew immediately covers up his

crotch.

STANLEY:

Matthew, what the hell? It's not

even hard!

Matthew sweats profusely.

SHERIFF STORCH:

Well, maybe it's not totally his

fault. After all, she's not doing

much to get his motor running.

Sheriff Storch looks back to Jennifer.

SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)

Dance.

Jennifer begins to cry again.

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SHERIFF STORCH (CONT'D)

Stop it. Or else I'll really give

you something to cry about. Now

dance for the boy...

Jennifer starts to dance in the middle of the room. It is

sad, pathetic, and downright frightening.

JOHNNY:

Come on. Move that rear of your's

Show Horse. Prance for us.

Sheriff Storch stalks around her, taking it all in, then he

walks back in closer to her, in her face.

SHERIFF STORCH:

You dance like that in those city

clubs?

Jennifer closes her eyes. Tears stream down her face.

STANLEY:

She dance like that they'd throw

her butt to the curb.

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