I Spit on Your Grave Page #8

JENNIFER:

Fine, if you'll leave I'll take a

drink.

Jennifer studies the bottle and finally accepts it. Drinks a

small sip. They all start booing.

JOHNNY:

Come on. You can do better than

that. I bet when you're out there

with your city friends you can throw

'em back with the best of them.

JENNIFER:

I took the drink, now you--

JOHNNY:

I said drink it!

Jennifer grows increasingly nervous and reluctantly takes a

nice swig. Then chokes and gags. They all cheer.

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JOHNNY (CONT'D)

See? Now was that so bad?

Johnny takes the bottle back and takes a swig himself.

JENNIFER:

Look, I'm sorry if I embarrassed

you the other day, but we're even

now, right? Okay. Please. Leave.

Andy and Stanley plop themselves down on the couch and prop

their feet up on the wood and glass coffee table.

JOHNNY:

Oh... that's not what this is

about.

JENNIFER:

Then what is this about?

Johnny jumps down from the counter. He stands in front of

Jennifer, towering over her.

JOHNNY:

I want to see your teeth.

As if the air is sucked out of the room. Jennifer stares at

him, not even sure she heard him correctly.

Matthew snaps the rubber band harder. He moves to the far

corner of the room and tucks himself against the wall.

JENNIFER:

Wha... what?

JOHNNY:

You heard me, show Horse. Show me

your teeth.

JENNIFER:

That's... I'm not going to...

please leave.

JOHNNY:

(quiet, but firm)

Show the teeth...

Andy walks over and hands Johnny the small wooden bat he used

to kill the fish. Johnny smacks it against his palm.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

.or lose the teeth.

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Andy walks back to the couch and flicks another match at

Jennifer. She recoils with fear as she reluctantly gives a

half-smile, her teeth clenched together.

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JOHNNY (CONT'D)

No. Put two fingers in the side of

your mouth. Then two fingers in

the other side... and pull.

Jennifer looks at Johnny like he's seriously disturbed as

Johnny slaps the bat against his hand punctuating his point.

Jennifer puts her fingers in her mouth. She pulls her lips

away from the gums, spreading them grotesquely. It's

completely humiliating. Jennifer stops.

JENNIFER:

Now please... I'm begging you...

Johnny slides off the counter.

JOHNNY:

Uh, uh. Again.

Jennifer reinserts her fingers and pulls. Johnny reaches

into her mouth and grabs a hold of her two front teeth with

his thumb and forefinger.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

Alright. Good girl, Show Horse.

Johnny pulls down on Jennifer's teeth, forcing her to the

floor. Jennifer looks as if she's about to cry, near her on

the ground is the broken glass.

Stanley and Andy needle each other like schoolboys. Matthew

shuffles nervously, clearly uncomfortable at being there.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

I'll tell you something

sweetheart... know why you ain't

got no boyfriend?... 'Cause all

them city guys are faggots.

Johnny turns to her.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

But uh... since he isn't here.

Johnny pulls out his revolver.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

This is your man.

He moves closer to her, rubbing the gun against her cheek,

her chin. The blood drains from her face as -

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JOHNNY (CONT'D)

Why don't you give him a kiss-

With terror in her eyes, Jennifer quickly kisses the gun-

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

Nah, not like the peck you gave

Matthew... let's see a real kiss.

He slides the barrel into Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer gags

instinctively. Johnny holds the back of her head, not

allowing her to pull away, and offers some "encouragement."

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

Breathe through your nose. Breathe

through your nose like it was your

first time.

Johnny pulls the gun out just a tiny bit and pushes it back

into her cheek, causing it to bulge out.

Naturally, Stanley and Andy both find this hysterical.

Especially once Jennifer begins to cry.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

(TO JENNIFER)

On your knees.

Jennifer complies. Johnny holds the gun in front of his

crotch and again forces it into Jennifer's mouth.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

if I don't like your enthusiasm, I

may cum early.

(c*cks the gun)

And that's something you really

don't want.

Jennifer has no choice. She begins to fellate the gun, as

deep as she can take it without gagging.

Johnny closes his eyes and feigns pleasure. Finally, he's

had enough. He retracts the gun as Jennifer recoils, gags.

Her eyes begin to scan the cabin for any way out of this hell

as Andy stands up from the couch.

ANDY:

My turn.

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STANLEY:

Come on, let Matthew have a go.

It's his girlfriend and he hasn't

even wet his whistle yet.

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