Doom Box (2018) - full transcript
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♪ Need to play this out ♪
♪ Come on, let me in ♪
♪ Need to face his dark ♪
♪ Come, come on,
don't forget me ♪
♪ Don't, don't you
track me down ♪
♪ All I think about ♪
♪ Last night's turn around ♪
Come on, think.
Where are you?
What did you do last night?
Put your head together.
What did you do?
Help me.
Where the hell are you?
Come on.
Remember.
Is anyone there?
Can you please help me?
Somebody.
Anybody.
Who am I?
Why am I?
Remember, damn it.
Don't scream.
Why are you screaming?
Don't just stand there
staring at me; say something.
Hello.
What's happened to me?
What's going on?
I need to think.
There's gotta be an explanation.
I'm dreaming.
I've got to wake up.
I need to snap out of this, you
hear me?
Think, think.
Drugs.
I don't.
There's gotta be a reason.
Please don't let this be
happening.
Who's there?
I need help, help me!
Is anyone in there?
Can you please get
me out of here?
Open the door.
- Don't open the door.
- What?
Don't open it.
It might be them.
I need to get out.
I have to get out..
No, you don't.
No matter what,
don't open the door.
What are you talking about?
Answer me.
It might be them.
Shh.
Where are they?
They're gone, they
won't be back for a while.
How do you know?
You don't know that.
I just woke up here.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know who I am.
That's what you always say.
You do seem familiar.
Who are you?
I don't know either.
You don't know your own name?
Do you know yours?
Then why should I?
Where in the hell are we?
Here, there.
Everywhere.
What are you talking
about for Christ's sake?
Do you want to play a game?
It'll take your mind off things
No, I don't.
Who were they?
They're the ones
who hurt people.
He's the worst
but she's no better.
She tries to be
nice but she's not.
Really, she's not.
The one with no eyes.
Oh, no, silly.
She's nice.
She's here too.
What do you mean, here?
Stuck here.
There.
Everywhere.
Is it him?
Oh no, he doesn't knock.
He just comes in.
Just comes and goes
whenever he pleases.
You never know.
What do I do?
I don't know.
I keep telling you
not to open it.
But if he doesn't knock
then it's not him, right?
It's not him.
Have you opened
this door before?
Oh, no, I'm too afraid.
Who's there?
Who are you?
I think we should open it now.
What?
You keep telling me not to.
Oh, like you ever
listen to me.
I don't even know you.
Silly, lady, you never know
what you're talking about.
Who are you?
I said, who are you?
Oh, I don't like him.
Make him go away.
I know him.
From where?
I can't remember.
What's your name?
Stay away from us.
Why are you here,
what do you want?
He's funny.
What do you think?
I think I want to go home.
God damn it!
Get the fuck away from me!
Leave me alone!
Why?
- You know who I am.
- Do you?
- I don't know.
- Neither do I.
Than again, who does?
Who are you talking to?
That guy, the crazy
talking to himself.
- What guy?
- Him.
- Nobody's here.
- He's right there!
He's walking around
in front of us, look.
- Open your...
- If he's here
he should say something.
A little hello would be nice.
Perhaps a goodbye
every now and again.
- Where did he come from?
- Outside.
You let somebody in?
Oh, you can't ever let
anyone in, do you hear me?
- Don't let anyone in.
- I didn't let him in.
- You can't let anyone in!
- Why?
Why what?
- How long have you been here?
- Here?
Here in this room.
We're in a room?
I can't see any room.
How are you getting
in and out of here?
How's the girl getting in and
out of here?
You better tell me.
I didn't see a girl.
Fuck!
Somebody get me out of here.
What was that?
I didn't hear anything.
Help me.
Only a moment.
He'll be here in only a moment.
He'll be here in a minute.
He'll be here in just one
minute.
And he's got to be happy.
Got to be happy.
Do you understand?
No, I don't understand.
I don't know where I am.
You've got to be a
good little poppet.
Got to be nice.
You shouldn't have done that.
No, you shouldn't
have done that at all.
He won't be happy.
No, I'm not going
to be happy at all.
You should know by
now about touching her.
I've never seen you before.
What do you want from me?
What I always want.
You know what I like.
Why are you being so prissy?
You're not fooling anyone.
Just keep away.
Don't touch me.
I especially like
that little thing
you do with your mouth.
Pretty little mouth.
Give it to him
the way he likes it.
Hey!
You're not behaving.
You have to behave or
I'll punish you again.
I could give you
a tongue lashing.
Would you like that?
I bet you'd love it.
Time to run, time to hide.
Something tickling
your funny bone?
Look at me.
You stupid bitch.
You are very brave.
I'll tell you what's going to
happen here,
little miss prissy.
I'm gonna get me another
little piece of you
for my collection.
I'm gonna tame you.
I'm going to humiliate you.
No, don't!
No, don't!
Stop behaving badly.
Good behavior.
No, please.
No!
What happened here?
This isn't real.
Why are you doing this to me?
I can't even say I deserve this
because I don't know who I am.
I don't even know
what I've done.
Please, God, no one
deserves to go through this.
No one deserves this.
Only living sluts,
of course.
You're sitting there
asking God why.
Why?
It's all your fault,
you little jezebel.
I'm not a jezebel, I'm good.
I'm good.
But you let him fuck you
from behind, didn't you?
Unchaste whore.
Sodomy is a sin.
You asked to burn
in hell for your sins.
- I asked for this?
- You did.
Women shall bend
to the service of man.
That piece of filth
was raping me.
Of course he wasn't.
Man shall rule woman
with his own mighty fist
as if his fist were
the hand of God.
Jesus Christ, make it stop.
You're a slut.
A divorced damsel.
Look at you.
You got perky titties
all right for sucking,
and that juicy wet cunt
all right for fucking.
And those clothes,
sinner's clothes they are.
What unclean man
wouldn't want to fuck you
in those clothes,
you little temptress?
Hide yourself as Eve hid
herself in the garden.
You are a temptress.
You want man to idolize you.
You want man to turn his
eyes away from our Lord
and fuck you like a bitch.
Milk suckling slut.
- Am I a slut?
- Of course you're a slut,
my sweet.
But you can repent.
Repent now, sinner.
I don't know what my sins are.
You are the alter of
evil upon which men
spill their seed.
You've turned man's
eyes away from God.
That is your sin.
I did this to myself,
didn't I?
- I'm being punished.
- Confess your crimes.
- Reveal yourself.
- What do I reveal?
- That you're a cunt whore.
- No!
Tell me what's
going on, help me.
Tell me where I am.
Don't do that,
why are you doing that?
He wants you to think.
How do you keep getting out?
I don't understand.
There are spaces I can
slip through but they're much
too small for you.
Much too small for your kind.
What's he doing?
You have to remember.
What do you think
I'm trying to do?
Tell us your name.
Type your name in.
What about this?
I don't know what this is.
It's like I'm looking
at a stranger.
Do you remember this?
No, I don't remember
any of this. Christ above.
I don't remember any of it.
Have you been there?
- I'm feeling...
- What is it?
Images.
It might be somewhere
I used to go.
It's dark, they played
strange music.
Thumping music, banging
like a heartbeat in my head.
It seems like I went
there a few times.
It was all new to me.
Don't look at him.
He seems familiar to me.
Don't look at him please.
Here.
These.
Look at these.
The club.
The night club.
There has to be more.
What do you want?
Here, this, do you
remember?
I went to the club.
Help, help, please.
Please somebody help me.
Please.
Pretty, pretty please help me.
Please help.
Somebody help me.
Help me, please, please.
Can you hear me?
Please can you hear me,
somebody?
No, stop, stop, get away!
Don't touch me, don't touch me.
No, get away from me.
Leave me alone, stop!
Stop, don't touch me, stop!
Stop!
Stop, don't touch me!
What happened?
She stopped.
You just kept screaming.
How long was I screaming?
Forever.
I'm really scared.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Come on.
I need to lie down.
But no screaming.
- I don't like when you scream.
- Me neither.
- Are you okay?
- I'm a little lightheaded.
You should try to sleep.
Will you hold me?
- Will they be back?
- I don't know.
Are we safe?
What have you done to me?
Talk to me, God damn it.
What do you want?
The Lord said "because the
cry of sodom and gomorrah
"is great, because their
sin is very grievous,
"I will go down now and
see whether they have done
"altogether according
to the cry of it
"which has come unto me
and if not I will know."
Answer me, why am I tied up?
Look at me, for Christ's sake.
Please tell me what's going on.
You need to hush yourself,
wanton whore.
Do you know me?
Do you know my name?
A jezebel by any other
name would smell as foul.
You must know me, right?
You need to hush
yourself, sinner.
Just lie back there
and enjoy the show.
What are you talking about?
Be silent, strumpet.
Hush and enjoy the show.
What show?
Ladies, if there are any,
and gentlemen,
I certainly hope not,
welcome to our show.
The only local establishment
catering to all of your woes.
Now, don't be surprised
if the sun never rises
and the masquerade
ball never ends.
Darkened twilight
is our final encore.
Life, my friends, you
shall never see again.
Remove all your fears.
This room is your cell forever
to wander
between heaven and...
No, I don't want to see this.
How are you doing?
How does it
look like I'm doing?
Can you untie me?
- You're tied up?
- Yeah.
- You could say that.
- But you can't be
tied up.
Why would you want to
do a thing like that?
He's doing it,
they're doing it.
- Who?
- That guy, him.
- But there isn't anyone here.
- They're all around us.
He's behind you and the
others are over there.
There's no one behind me.
Because you can't see them.
The music, you hear
the music, right?
There isn't any music playing.
Please don't say that.
They were playing
at this night club.
I hear nothing.
And now, the moment
you've all been waiting for.
I know you can hardly
contain yourselves.
The wait is over for all
you pussy loving prevailers
of perverted spectacle.
Deep from the darkest pits of
desire.
Aren't you going to talk to
me?
From pleasure born of searing
pain.
- Can't you hear them?
- Who?
I give you, master and
servant.
♪ Misconceptions ♪
Make them stop, you
have to make them stop.
- Who?
- Please, I can't watch this.
You're getting off on this,
aren't you?
Look at you, you're
practically slipping that bed
into a putrid puddle
of love juice.
I knew you were a dirty whore.
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
This has something
to do with the club,
the club on the flyer.
Answer me.
You should watch this, girl,
you might learn something.
Watch.
♪ A sort of misconceptions ♪
♪ Misconceptions ♪
Watch.
No!
Make them go away.
Speak, say something.
Who they?
Why?
Is that it?
I don't know.
Why here?
I don't know why I'm here.
Why they here?
I don't fucking know.
You know them.
I've never seen them before.
Not a question, you know them.
I know them.
I wouldn't.
You gotta make it stop.
Think.
It could us help.
It could what?
Stop, that hurts her!
Stop.
You're hurting me.
Stop, it hurts.
They can't hurt you
if you don't let them.
How did you do that?
Do what?
Make them go away.
Who?
The bad people.
Were they here?
I didn't see them.
When did you come in?
Just now, you were
asleep at the table
but I thought I should
wake you up.
I was really scared.
What are you scared of?
The same thing as you,
the bad people.
You won't let them
hurt me, will you?
No.
I won't let them hurt you.
He frightens me.
Have you met others here?
- In other rooms?
- Some.
But they're not nice.
They scream a lot and
they don't like to talk.
- It's the man.
- Can I let him in?
He's here.
- How did you do that?
- I didn't.
You did.
- I did?
- Yeah.
You let me in.
I don't know how you did it.
One minute I was
knocking on the door
and then suddenly, I'm here.
You're speaking.
I seem to have found my voice.
- Who's he?
- We don't know.
He's not talking much.
He seems familiar.
- Like an old friend.
- And who are you?
We're in the same predicament.
Do you know who I am?
- Sorry.
- I think if we can
figure out who one of us
is, well then all three
would stand a good chance
at getting out of here.
- Where do we start?
- What do you remember?
- I keep having these flashes.
- Quick, little flashes
- of memory.
- Yeah, exactly
but I can't figure out
what they are.
- What do you see?
- A room.
- Like this one?
- No, different,
- like a bedroom.
- Your room?
I don't think so.
It doesn't seem like it
would be my room.
- I remember my bedroom.
- You do?
It had a tree right outside
the window and pink curtains
and dolls, lots of
dolls and a dollhouse
my grandpa built me.
That sounds beautiful.
Do you remember your room?
Lots of wood, wooden
furniture, old, antique
and a four poster bed
with amber light shades.
I can't remember mine.
Why can't I see it?
- I recognize you.
- You do?
Yes.
Have we met before?
We might have.
Are you sure that you don't know
me?
There's something about
you, I guess we could've
met somewhere.
Do you remember that vile man?
Who are you calling vile?
The truth is never vile.
- I didn't mean...
- Why don't you shut
that dirty mouth of yours
before I shut it for you?
- Where'd the other one go?
- Who?
Old scratch, why?
You want him to give you a
little scratch
in the old joy trail?
Play a tasty tune
on his skin flute?
Why do you keep
talking to her like that?
It's not nice to talk
like that; it's dirty.
It's wrong.
You're just like her,
you just don't know it yet.
Old enough to bleed,
old enough to breed.
Stop it!
- Just stop it.
- I can't stop it.
You brought this on
yourselves, sinners you are,
all of you, the whole
lot of you and of that
there isn't any doubt.
How do you know I'm a sinner?
That means you'd have
to know me somehow,
- isn't that right, old man?
- She has a point.
There is no point,
look at her.
You can tell she's
an open late strumpet
who's had more cock than a
whole barnyard full of roosters.
Stop talking like that
in front of the girl!
What girl?
- What did you do to her?
- Do to her?
You are the sinner, child.
God's smiting you
and those you love.
Can't you see it, slut?
Mine eyes have seen
the coming of the Lord.
Open those eyes for once,
hussy, instead of that sperm
soiled crack of yours.
Just because she's a woman
doesn't make her a slut.
Of course it does.
The first woman was a trollop
and I'm not talking about Eve,
I'm talking about Lilith,
the real first woman.
Wagging her tail just itching
for some bulldog's cock
- to be up inside her.
- You're wrong.
- What if he's not?
- What are you talking about?
Sex is a sin.
I seem to feel like that
sometimes.
Sex is only a sin if
we believe it's a sin.
It's only considered wrong
because someone's shamed us
into thinking that.
Look at her, you can see it in
her eyes.
The bigger, the better, eh,
strumpet?
She likes getting a
stiff one up inside her.
Just like that one.
See?
Look at her.
It makes her panties all
dripping wet.
If she had no legs, she'd
practically be a slut.
You're a filthy bastard.
I'm not the one breaking
God's commandments.
Everything that's going on
here with people appearing
and disappearing, none
of this can be real.
It can't be real.
- Maybe you're in hell.
- We're not in hell.
You're fascinated with them,
aren't you?
How come they just
do this in front of us
and be okay with it?
- Sex is natural.
- It's an abomination
- against God.
- It's human.
It has to be, doesn't it?
How do you know what
they're doing is moral?
What does this tell you?
And what does this tell you?
What if I say it's okay, but
it's not?
That's the point, isn't it?
We're a blank slate right now.
No parents, no friends, nobody
to tell us what to believe.
We're like children.
No judgements, no bitterness,
no regrets.
She must abide by
the laws of our maker.
She's a slut, a sinner.
Have you ever listened to
yourself, hmm?
Have you taken a good,
hard look at yourself?
Because I think you should
read that book of yours
and then you might learn
something about love,
affection, and forgiveness.
What is it?
I don't know.
- Make it stop.
- I can't.
I don't know who it is.
- I can't take this!
- Tell me who it is.
It's time to get up.
Go away!
Time to wake up.
There we are.
All wakey wakey.
I've cooked you some dinner.
You've got to keep
up your strength.
You've got to be strong.
What did you put on it?
- Nothing.
- You were sprinkling
something on it.
That?
Seasoning, salt.
You said you liked things salty.
- I did?
- Mm-hmm.
Stop that.
Don't eat like a pig,
don't eat so fast.
Are you a pig?
Are you a pig?
No.
Then slow down.
Who are you?
Why do you play
these games with me?
We have been
together for so long.
So we know each other.
Know each other?
We, my dear, love each other.
Love?
Of course.
You love me, I love you.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
You know, we really have to
change the decor around here.
It just doesn't have that
certain je ne sais quoi.
- How did you do that?
- Do what?
- Make everything change.
- Nothing's changed.
Same old room.
Remember the time that we
redecorated my bedroom?
Nice memories.
Yeah.
- We had lots of them.
- Yes, of course.
We always had fun.
We painted the walls here.
We, you painted the walls.
You didn't let me
touch anything.
You were so friendly then.
Your husband, he came home.
No.
He was there.
He's always there.
I mean, not every
second of every minute.
Sometimes, it's just you and me.
Now, tell me you love me.
Tell me you love me.
Tell me that you love me.
I love you!
- Not like that.
- Please.
Stop it, stop it.
- With your tongue.
- Please stop.
With your tongue, that
beautiful tongue.
- Don't!
- No!
- My hand.
- Don't play games with me.
I don't like games.
You are gonna show me that
you love me with your tongue
and you're gonna
do it right now.
- Make her stop.
- Make who stop?
Why do you make it so
difficult, huh?
Get her away from me.
When you could
be happy, you could relax
and just enjoy it.
I know.
- We need to undress you.
- No, don't.
- Just let me eat.
- Oh, you're gonna eat.
- Oh, we're eating.
- Yeah, you're gonna eat me.
I didn't mean to interrupt
your dinner.
Don't let her do this.
There's no one here,
it's just you and I.
Stop being
so difficult, poppet.
You're very quiet today.
Just lick me the way
I like to be licked.
Show me that you desire me.
You do desire me, don't you?
Don't you?
Don't you?
If you show me that you desire
me and you make me feel good
all over then maybe I
will let you go home.
Home.
If you lick my clit nice,
maybe I'll let you skip down
the lane and see your family.
You know my family?
If you fuck me good, I'll
let you go home, Dorothy.
I'll let you click your
heels and skip down
the yellow brick road.
I wanna go home.
I wanna go back.
He's home.
He's home.
Daddy's home, daddy's home.
Where's my home?
- I want my family.
- He's here.
Daddy's here.
Ah, there you are.
He's here, he's here.
He's here, daddy's home.
Daddy's here,
he's here, he's here.
He's here.
Daddy's home.
Please.
No.
Do something.
Do something.
I love when you please
him this way, poppet.
Make it stop.
If I let you,
it is because I love you
that I let it happen.
Pain, poppet.
Love is never having
to say you're sorry.
Are you okay?
It's all right, it's all right.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
- Where is he?
- He's gone.
You're safe now.
- I'm in hell.
- Are you hurt?
Is she okay?
I'm in hell.
Who are you talking to?
You're going to hell,
you little fuck poppet.
Go the fuck away.
I'm not a bad person.
- Am I a bad person?
- No, of course you're not.
But it's my fault.
It's all my fault.
How can it be your fault?
Mom said kissing
the boys was bad.
You remember your mom?
She had brown hair.
She said kissing the boys
would get me in trouble.
She said thinking for myself
would get me in trouble.
She said I needed to grow up,
get married, find a husband,
settle down and do
the right thing.
Where's it coming from?
I don't know.
Who's laughing, where are they?
- Are you sure about this?
- I'm sure.
I don't want to hurt you
but they do say the pain
can be pleasurable.
I've talked with the
other girls, I know
it's going to hurt, but
it's just part of it.
- What about your parents?
- I told you,
they're gone all night.
Stop worrying, it's okay.
I want this.
Can I undress you?
You know who they are?
I have no idea.
- Think about it.
- A clown.
I don't know any clowns.
What about you?
- Maybe you know them.
- Can't say that I do.
Don't.
You're too beautiful to hide.
Are you cold?
Scared?
It'll be okay.
What is it?
I think I do know them.
- Does it hurt?
- A little.
But it feels good too.
Pain is pleasure.
- Do you want me to...
- No, no.
Talk to me, who are they?
- What's wrong?
- It's nothing.
- It's something.
- No.
Nothing.
No, it can't be.
Make them go away now.
- Who is it?
- Make them go away.
Who is it?
It's me.
- None of this is real.
- Yes it is.
It can't be, there's no
fucking way.
How did I get here on the bed?
- Tell me that.
- But I exist.
If none of this is real
then I wouldn't exist.
Nothing would.
- Maybe you don't.
- But I do.
I can't explain it but
maybe there's a good reason
for us being here.
Maybe it's staring us
straight in the face.
There's no way.
I'm gonna prove to you
this shit isn't real.
I'm as real as you are.
- I exist, therefore I am.
- You're right.
You say that she was you.
The girl was me
and the clown was him.
- I lost my virginity to him.
- To a man
dressed as a clown?
He was the class clown.
I got scared but I
wouldn't say so, he knew it
and he tried to joke around
a little to lighten the mood.
And he did love me.
If I'm not crazy, tell
me how that happened.
I don't know, but you
are remembering.
Maybe those two aren't real.
Maybe they're just a part of
our memory, or your memory.
Somehow, someone's
figured out a way
to project our faults
and memories.
Like in a science fiction
story.
Perhaps I'm not the crazy one.
Maybe you're insane and
I'm your hallucination.
Maybe but maybe not.
What's all this stuff?
So you just started at uni.
No, she graduated.
Look at this.
Mum doesn't understand
that I can't wait
to get out the house.
She's nagging me all the
time, boys, boys, boys.
Get married, have babies.
She'd flip if she knew
about the club.
Don't stop, read more.
I'm not really sure I
should keep going to the club.
It's not really what
I thought I'd be into.
I feel dirty like I'm doing
something bad.
They'll punish me.
I don't know, but I
can't help myself either.
It's so fascinating, I wonder
if I should try it out.
No, stop reading.
What?
She's remembering something.
What?
What are you doing?
Go on, it's okay.
I remember the club.
It's like one of those
gothic clubs I think.
No, that's not it.
You went to a goth club,
how exciting.
What was it like?
Dark, mysterious?
No, it was like a
gothic club but it wasn't.
It was like a sex club,
a swingers' club.
Girls on poles and tables.
Why would I go
to a swingers' club?
What else do you remember?
They did these shows
on Friday nights.
- I started going to them.
- What kind of shows?
Bitter shows.
And all these
couples were there.
You enjoyed it?
I was curious, interested.
I don't know why.
Something about it turned me on.
Pain and pleasure, like
when you lost your virginity.
Pain and pleasure.
The one can't exist
without the other.
She always seemed to be
enjoying it but I can't say
that's what was turning me on.
The whole show was sexual
but they weren't actually
having sex, they would
just do that.
That's it.
That's what I wanted.
I wanted to be with them.
I wanted to be with
a couple to find out
what it would be like and then
I met this husband and wife.
- Who are they?
- I don't remember
their names.
They were nice.
I'd seen them around the
club and I'd catch them
watching me.
You really shouldn't
be talking about this.
You shouldn't.
It's all make believe,
it's not real.
It's not real, it's not real.
- It is real.
- No, it's not.
Tell me more.
I don't know how long
I'd been going there
but the couple finally
came up and talked to me,
polite, gentle.
They read me like a book
and they knew I wanted
to experiment and they were
looking for a woman to be with.
They were friendly to me, kind.
They told me I was beautiful
and they wanted to take me
- away for some weekend.
- Stop it.
Don't tell anymore lies.
None of that happened,
never ever.
But I'm not lying.
I'm remembering.
You're making it up, you
wouldn't go off and have sex
with strangers.
Don't do anything.
Just keep talking.
Now, tell me your story.
After a few weeks of
going to the club, I agreed
to go away with them
for the weekend.
We met at the club because
I didn't want my parents
knowing anything about them.
Why did you go with them?
I wanted to find out
what it would be like.
- But why them?
- They were married.
They were family.
They seemed safe enough
that no one would know.
La la la la la.
Stop talking.
None of this is happening.
Yes, it is.
- I'm a whore.
- Why would you say that?
I wanted to spend
the weekend having sex.
- That's what this is about.
- You wanted to learn.
It's your body.
We left the club really late.
What do you say
we get out of here?
Yeah, everybody's leaving.
Do you still wanna come with us?
We went and got
some food then we drove
to their place just
as the sun was rising.
It was a long drive.
Do you remember
where they live?
No, I was nervous.
I was lost in the anticipation
of what was to come.
When we got back
to the house, we talked
for a couple of hours.
But I kept thinking about
having sex with them.
I was scared and I was rambling
but they were being nice.
Eventually we ran out of things
to say.
He finally broke the silence.
So are we gonna
do this or what?
It's up to her.
Hey.
You do wanna do this, right?
I wanna undress her.
I'd prefer it if
your wife did.
Okay, fine, let her start.
When I ran, this
wasn't happening the way
I thought it would.
It was early in the morning
and they were undressing me
and there was nothing
nice about it.
- God, she's beautiful.
- They're bigger
than I thought.
I just wanna touch
her all over.
I want her.
Go slow.
You'll both get your turn.
You'll both get your turn,
what the fuck was I saying?
- You were scared.
- Terrified.
I didn't have the class
clown to make me laugh.
Hey, let's have a
taste of our turn.
Hey, you be a good
little poppet for daddy.
I saw you at the club tonight.
You were watching
the show, you liked it.
You like it rough, don't you,
deep down?
You like it rough.
Yes.
That's what I thought.
I didn't know what to do.
I just wanted to go home.
Why didn't you tell
them to stop?
You will do exactly as he
says when he tells you to do it,
- do you understand?
- Yes.
I wanted to believe
this was part of the game.
I knew I was in trouble.
I didn't want to do this anymore,
I just wanted to go home.
Somebody take me home.
Look at me.
Look at me.
You will only speak when
spoken to and you will do
exactly, I mean exactly,
what I tell you to do.
Do you understand?
What's that?
That is your new home.
Get in the box.
- No, please!
- Hey!
Did I say you could
fucking speak?
You stay in the box.
They locked me in a
box underneath their bed.
They kept me caged there
like I was an animal.
Why are you crying?
Please, don't cry.
There's no reason to cry.
Nothing bad is happening.
Everything is good,
pure, simple.
- You have to keep going.
- I can't.
You must.
It's the key.
They locked me in a box.
They locked me in a fucking box.
No, they didn't.
No one did anything to you.
Stop denying it,
you fucking freak.
They kept me in a box and
forced me to have sex with them.
They raped me over and over
like I was a goddamn sex slave.
- No!
- Stop!
You have to see that
everything is okay.
Please don't do this.
No.
This can't be.
How did this happen?
No, this couldn't have happened.
Not to you.
Not to us.
It can't be.
I can see it all now.
Everything that happened.
Did you ever try to escape?
You must've tried
something to get away.
When I was unbound,
I was in the box.
Everyday I prayed for death but
death only came to tease me.
I asked them to
stop and they wouldn't.
They laughed at me, spat
on me, did everything
you could imagine.
I prayed I'd suffocate or
they'd hit me too hard.
Anything that would make it end.
No matter how hard I
prayed that they were going
to release me.
How long was I in the box?
Tell me.
Seven years.
You were in the box
for seven years.
I wanna go home.
I want this to end.
She has to finish her story.
- No, don't.
- She has to.
You have to remember.
No, don't remember any of it.
Don't say anything else.
It can just be you
and me together.
It doesn't have to end for us.
We could be happy.
It can be us until the end.
We can be together until the
end.
What's so funny?
You did all this to yourself,
remember?
If you hadn't gone to
that club, none of this
would've happened.
You're wrong.
I didn't ask for this.
- I didn't deserve it.
- Doesn't matter.
God knows how to
punish the wicked.
You wanted to be fucked.
You wanted all that sin
and now God is making you
pay for it.
I don't believe that.
I'm a child of God.
I had the right to be who
I am, to be who he created
- to be human.
- Stop talking to him.
You don't know what's
going to happen.
Whore.
Stop!
Don't judge others unless
you judge yourself.
God's words.
Where's the splinter
in your eye?
Where is it?
No.
I'm done with you.
It wasn't your fault, but
it did happen, didn't it?
When they took me, whatever
innocence I had left died.
What are you doing?
Leave her alone.
Help us.
I'm sorry, I can't.
It has to be done.
No, no!
No, no, help me.
No.
Help me please.
Help me.
End this.
But I can't escape.
Are you sure?
Wait.
I did escape.
What do I do?
- What am I supposed to do?
- Stop fighting.
Be a good, little poppet.
We'll put you back in the box.
I won't go in the box,
you have to kill me first.
You're already dead,
you stupid bitch.
No, I'm not, I'm not dead.
You sure as hell will be.
Remember this?
Remember this, you bastards.
You kept it in your drawer.
Give it back to him.
He didn't think I knew
where it was but I saw it.
I had to find a way to get
the gun so I could kill myself
and you.
You stuck this gun in
my face, in my mouth.
You stuck it.
Why didn't you just kill me?
Pistol pussy whip.
Kiss, kiss, spank me.
We were just having some fun.
You fucking raped me.
Just taking what's ours.
Wake up, wake up,
wake up, wake up.
You killed my husband.
Now I'm gonna tear
your fucking heart out.
Now you remember everything.
They killed everything
inside me.
There was nothing left.
They forgot to lock
the box and I got out.
I went to the gun,
I was going to end it.
I killed him then I shot her
then...
And then?
I killed myself.
I don't want to be here anymore.
Please, let me go.
I don't know if it's
heaven or hell out there
but I'm done hiding.
I'm ready to leave.
The woman
remains alive this hour
is by court ordered removal
of life support systems.
As we previously reported, the
woman who police could only
refer to as Jane Doe
had been kidnapped
and held captive for several
years before escaping,
killing her captives,
turning the gun on herself
in an unsuccessful
suicide attempt.
Doctors had been hopeful for
her recovery when she first
opened her eyes, but sadly
she has since slipped back
in her catatonic state
that they fear she will
never recover from.
I'm sorry.
I thought I had reached
you in there.
I thought that you
could hear me.
There's nothing more
that I can do.
Dr. Valentino,
layover please.
- Dr. Valentino.
- Keep trying.
You have to help me.
You can't leave me
here alone please.
Forgive me.
You can't leave me here alone.
No, no, come back.
Come back.
Come back please.
You can't leave
me here like this.
Come back, come back, please.
You can't leave
me here like this.
Subtitles by explosiveskull
♪ Need to play this out ♪
♪ Come on, let me in ♪
♪ Need to face his dark ♪
♪ Come, come on,
don't forget me ♪
♪ Don't, don't you
track me down ♪
♪ All I think about ♪
♪ Last night's turn around ♪
Come on, think.
Where are you?
What did you do last night?
Put your head together.
What did you do?
Help me.
Where the hell are you?
Come on.
Remember.
Is anyone there?
Can you please help me?
Somebody.
Anybody.
Who am I?
Why am I?
Remember, damn it.
Don't scream.
Why are you screaming?
Don't just stand there
staring at me; say something.
Hello.
What's happened to me?
What's going on?
I need to think.
There's gotta be an explanation.
I'm dreaming.
I've got to wake up.
I need to snap out of this, you
hear me?
Think, think.
Drugs.
I don't.
There's gotta be a reason.
Please don't let this be
happening.
Who's there?
I need help, help me!
Is anyone in there?
Can you please get
me out of here?
Open the door.
- Don't open the door.
- What?
Don't open it.
It might be them.
I need to get out.
I have to get out..
No, you don't.
No matter what,
don't open the door.
What are you talking about?
Answer me.
It might be them.
Shh.
Where are they?
They're gone, they
won't be back for a while.
How do you know?
You don't know that.
I just woke up here.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know who I am.
That's what you always say.
You do seem familiar.
Who are you?
I don't know either.
You don't know your own name?
Do you know yours?
Then why should I?
Where in the hell are we?
Here, there.
Everywhere.
What are you talking
about for Christ's sake?
Do you want to play a game?
It'll take your mind off things
No, I don't.
Who were they?
They're the ones
who hurt people.
He's the worst
but she's no better.
She tries to be
nice but she's not.
Really, she's not.
The one with no eyes.
Oh, no, silly.
She's nice.
She's here too.
What do you mean, here?
Stuck here.
There.
Everywhere.
Is it him?
Oh no, he doesn't knock.
He just comes in.
Just comes and goes
whenever he pleases.
You never know.
What do I do?
I don't know.
I keep telling you
not to open it.
But if he doesn't knock
then it's not him, right?
It's not him.
Have you opened
this door before?
Oh, no, I'm too afraid.
Who's there?
Who are you?
I think we should open it now.
What?
You keep telling me not to.
Oh, like you ever
listen to me.
I don't even know you.
Silly, lady, you never know
what you're talking about.
Who are you?
I said, who are you?
Oh, I don't like him.
Make him go away.
I know him.
From where?
I can't remember.
What's your name?
Stay away from us.
Why are you here,
what do you want?
He's funny.
What do you think?
I think I want to go home.
God damn it!
Get the fuck away from me!
Leave me alone!
Why?
- You know who I am.
- Do you?
- I don't know.
- Neither do I.
Than again, who does?
Who are you talking to?
That guy, the crazy
talking to himself.
- What guy?
- Him.
- Nobody's here.
- He's right there!
He's walking around
in front of us, look.
- Open your...
- If he's here
he should say something.
A little hello would be nice.
Perhaps a goodbye
every now and again.
- Where did he come from?
- Outside.
You let somebody in?
Oh, you can't ever let
anyone in, do you hear me?
- Don't let anyone in.
- I didn't let him in.
- You can't let anyone in!
- Why?
Why what?
- How long have you been here?
- Here?
Here in this room.
We're in a room?
I can't see any room.
How are you getting
in and out of here?
How's the girl getting in and
out of here?
You better tell me.
I didn't see a girl.
Fuck!
Somebody get me out of here.
What was that?
I didn't hear anything.
Help me.
Only a moment.
He'll be here in only a moment.
He'll be here in a minute.
He'll be here in just one
minute.
And he's got to be happy.
Got to be happy.
Do you understand?
No, I don't understand.
I don't know where I am.
You've got to be a
good little poppet.
Got to be nice.
You shouldn't have done that.
No, you shouldn't
have done that at all.
He won't be happy.
No, I'm not going
to be happy at all.
You should know by
now about touching her.
I've never seen you before.
What do you want from me?
What I always want.
You know what I like.
Why are you being so prissy?
You're not fooling anyone.
Just keep away.
Don't touch me.
I especially like
that little thing
you do with your mouth.
Pretty little mouth.
Give it to him
the way he likes it.
Hey!
You're not behaving.
You have to behave or
I'll punish you again.
I could give you
a tongue lashing.
Would you like that?
I bet you'd love it.
Time to run, time to hide.
Something tickling
your funny bone?
Look at me.
You stupid bitch.
You are very brave.
I'll tell you what's going to
happen here,
little miss prissy.
I'm gonna get me another
little piece of you
for my collection.
I'm gonna tame you.
I'm going to humiliate you.
No, don't!
No, don't!
Stop behaving badly.
Good behavior.
No, please.
No!
What happened here?
This isn't real.
Why are you doing this to me?
I can't even say I deserve this
because I don't know who I am.
I don't even know
what I've done.
Please, God, no one
deserves to go through this.
No one deserves this.
Only living sluts,
of course.
You're sitting there
asking God why.
Why?
It's all your fault,
you little jezebel.
I'm not a jezebel, I'm good.
I'm good.
But you let him fuck you
from behind, didn't you?
Unchaste whore.
Sodomy is a sin.
You asked to burn
in hell for your sins.
- I asked for this?
- You did.
Women shall bend
to the service of man.
That piece of filth
was raping me.
Of course he wasn't.
Man shall rule woman
with his own mighty fist
as if his fist were
the hand of God.
Jesus Christ, make it stop.
You're a slut.
A divorced damsel.
Look at you.
You got perky titties
all right for sucking,
and that juicy wet cunt
all right for fucking.
And those clothes,
sinner's clothes they are.
What unclean man
wouldn't want to fuck you
in those clothes,
you little temptress?
Hide yourself as Eve hid
herself in the garden.
You are a temptress.
You want man to idolize you.
You want man to turn his
eyes away from our Lord
and fuck you like a bitch.
Milk suckling slut.
- Am I a slut?
- Of course you're a slut,
my sweet.
But you can repent.
Repent now, sinner.
I don't know what my sins are.
You are the alter of
evil upon which men
spill their seed.
You've turned man's
eyes away from God.
That is your sin.
I did this to myself,
didn't I?
- I'm being punished.
- Confess your crimes.
- Reveal yourself.
- What do I reveal?
- That you're a cunt whore.
- No!
Tell me what's
going on, help me.
Tell me where I am.
Don't do that,
why are you doing that?
He wants you to think.
How do you keep getting out?
I don't understand.
There are spaces I can
slip through but they're much
too small for you.
Much too small for your kind.
What's he doing?
You have to remember.
What do you think
I'm trying to do?
Tell us your name.
Type your name in.
What about this?
I don't know what this is.
It's like I'm looking
at a stranger.
Do you remember this?
No, I don't remember
any of this. Christ above.
I don't remember any of it.
Have you been there?
- I'm feeling...
- What is it?
Images.
It might be somewhere
I used to go.
It's dark, they played
strange music.
Thumping music, banging
like a heartbeat in my head.
It seems like I went
there a few times.
It was all new to me.
Don't look at him.
He seems familiar to me.
Don't look at him please.
Here.
These.
Look at these.
The club.
The night club.
There has to be more.
What do you want?
Here, this, do you
remember?
I went to the club.
Help, help, please.
Please somebody help me.
Please.
Pretty, pretty please help me.
Please help.
Somebody help me.
Help me, please, please.
Can you hear me?
Please can you hear me,
somebody?
No, stop, stop, get away!
Don't touch me, don't touch me.
No, get away from me.
Leave me alone, stop!
Stop, don't touch me, stop!
Stop!
Stop, don't touch me!
What happened?
She stopped.
You just kept screaming.
How long was I screaming?
Forever.
I'm really scared.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Come on.
I need to lie down.
But no screaming.
- I don't like when you scream.
- Me neither.
- Are you okay?
- I'm a little lightheaded.
You should try to sleep.
Will you hold me?
- Will they be back?
- I don't know.
Are we safe?
What have you done to me?
Talk to me, God damn it.
What do you want?
The Lord said "because the
cry of sodom and gomorrah
"is great, because their
sin is very grievous,
"I will go down now and
see whether they have done
"altogether according
to the cry of it
"which has come unto me
and if not I will know."
Answer me, why am I tied up?
Look at me, for Christ's sake.
Please tell me what's going on.
You need to hush yourself,
wanton whore.
Do you know me?
Do you know my name?
A jezebel by any other
name would smell as foul.
You must know me, right?
You need to hush
yourself, sinner.
Just lie back there
and enjoy the show.
What are you talking about?
Be silent, strumpet.
Hush and enjoy the show.
What show?
Ladies, if there are any,
and gentlemen,
I certainly hope not,
welcome to our show.
The only local establishment
catering to all of your woes.
Now, don't be surprised
if the sun never rises
and the masquerade
ball never ends.
Darkened twilight
is our final encore.
Life, my friends, you
shall never see again.
Remove all your fears.
This room is your cell forever
to wander
between heaven and...
No, I don't want to see this.
How are you doing?
How does it
look like I'm doing?
Can you untie me?
- You're tied up?
- Yeah.
- You could say that.
- But you can't be
tied up.
Why would you want to
do a thing like that?
He's doing it,
they're doing it.
- Who?
- That guy, him.
- But there isn't anyone here.
- They're all around us.
He's behind you and the
others are over there.
There's no one behind me.
Because you can't see them.
The music, you hear
the music, right?
There isn't any music playing.
Please don't say that.
They were playing
at this night club.
I hear nothing.
And now, the moment
you've all been waiting for.
I know you can hardly
contain yourselves.
The wait is over for all
you pussy loving prevailers
of perverted spectacle.
Deep from the darkest pits of
desire.
Aren't you going to talk to
me?
From pleasure born of searing
pain.
- Can't you hear them?
- Who?
I give you, master and
servant.
♪ Misconceptions ♪
Make them stop, you
have to make them stop.
- Who?
- Please, I can't watch this.
You're getting off on this,
aren't you?
Look at you, you're
practically slipping that bed
into a putrid puddle
of love juice.
I knew you were a dirty whore.
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
This has something
to do with the club,
the club on the flyer.
Answer me.
You should watch this, girl,
you might learn something.
Watch.
♪ A sort of misconceptions ♪
♪ Misconceptions ♪
Watch.
No!
Make them go away.
Speak, say something.
Who they?
Why?
Is that it?
I don't know.
Why here?
I don't know why I'm here.
Why they here?
I don't fucking know.
You know them.
I've never seen them before.
Not a question, you know them.
I know them.
I wouldn't.
You gotta make it stop.
Think.
It could us help.
It could what?
Stop, that hurts her!
Stop.
You're hurting me.
Stop, it hurts.
They can't hurt you
if you don't let them.
How did you do that?
Do what?
Make them go away.
Who?
The bad people.
Were they here?
I didn't see them.
When did you come in?
Just now, you were
asleep at the table
but I thought I should
wake you up.
I was really scared.
What are you scared of?
The same thing as you,
the bad people.
You won't let them
hurt me, will you?
No.
I won't let them hurt you.
He frightens me.
Have you met others here?
- In other rooms?
- Some.
But they're not nice.
They scream a lot and
they don't like to talk.
- It's the man.
- Can I let him in?
He's here.
- How did you do that?
- I didn't.
You did.
- I did?
- Yeah.
You let me in.
I don't know how you did it.
One minute I was
knocking on the door
and then suddenly, I'm here.
You're speaking.
I seem to have found my voice.
- Who's he?
- We don't know.
He's not talking much.
He seems familiar.
- Like an old friend.
- And who are you?
We're in the same predicament.
Do you know who I am?
- Sorry.
- I think if we can
figure out who one of us
is, well then all three
would stand a good chance
at getting out of here.
- Where do we start?
- What do you remember?
- I keep having these flashes.
- Quick, little flashes
- of memory.
- Yeah, exactly
but I can't figure out
what they are.
- What do you see?
- A room.
- Like this one?
- No, different,
- like a bedroom.
- Your room?
I don't think so.
It doesn't seem like it
would be my room.
- I remember my bedroom.
- You do?
It had a tree right outside
the window and pink curtains
and dolls, lots of
dolls and a dollhouse
my grandpa built me.
That sounds beautiful.
Do you remember your room?
Lots of wood, wooden
furniture, old, antique
and a four poster bed
with amber light shades.
I can't remember mine.
Why can't I see it?
- I recognize you.
- You do?
Yes.
Have we met before?
We might have.
Are you sure that you don't know
me?
There's something about
you, I guess we could've
met somewhere.
Do you remember that vile man?
Who are you calling vile?
The truth is never vile.
- I didn't mean...
- Why don't you shut
that dirty mouth of yours
before I shut it for you?
- Where'd the other one go?
- Who?
Old scratch, why?
You want him to give you a
little scratch
in the old joy trail?
Play a tasty tune
on his skin flute?
Why do you keep
talking to her like that?
It's not nice to talk
like that; it's dirty.
It's wrong.
You're just like her,
you just don't know it yet.
Old enough to bleed,
old enough to breed.
Stop it!
- Just stop it.
- I can't stop it.
You brought this on
yourselves, sinners you are,
all of you, the whole
lot of you and of that
there isn't any doubt.
How do you know I'm a sinner?
That means you'd have
to know me somehow,
- isn't that right, old man?
- She has a point.
There is no point,
look at her.
You can tell she's
an open late strumpet
who's had more cock than a
whole barnyard full of roosters.
Stop talking like that
in front of the girl!
What girl?
- What did you do to her?
- Do to her?
You are the sinner, child.
God's smiting you
and those you love.
Can't you see it, slut?
Mine eyes have seen
the coming of the Lord.
Open those eyes for once,
hussy, instead of that sperm
soiled crack of yours.
Just because she's a woman
doesn't make her a slut.
Of course it does.
The first woman was a trollop
and I'm not talking about Eve,
I'm talking about Lilith,
the real first woman.
Wagging her tail just itching
for some bulldog's cock
- to be up inside her.
- You're wrong.
- What if he's not?
- What are you talking about?
Sex is a sin.
I seem to feel like that
sometimes.
Sex is only a sin if
we believe it's a sin.
It's only considered wrong
because someone's shamed us
into thinking that.
Look at her, you can see it in
her eyes.
The bigger, the better, eh,
strumpet?
She likes getting a
stiff one up inside her.
Just like that one.
See?
Look at her.
It makes her panties all
dripping wet.
If she had no legs, she'd
practically be a slut.
You're a filthy bastard.
I'm not the one breaking
God's commandments.
Everything that's going on
here with people appearing
and disappearing, none
of this can be real.
It can't be real.
- Maybe you're in hell.
- We're not in hell.
You're fascinated with them,
aren't you?
How come they just
do this in front of us
and be okay with it?
- Sex is natural.
- It's an abomination
- against God.
- It's human.
It has to be, doesn't it?
How do you know what
they're doing is moral?
What does this tell you?
And what does this tell you?
What if I say it's okay, but
it's not?
That's the point, isn't it?
We're a blank slate right now.
No parents, no friends, nobody
to tell us what to believe.
We're like children.
No judgements, no bitterness,
no regrets.
She must abide by
the laws of our maker.
She's a slut, a sinner.
Have you ever listened to
yourself, hmm?
Have you taken a good,
hard look at yourself?
Because I think you should
read that book of yours
and then you might learn
something about love,
affection, and forgiveness.
What is it?
I don't know.
- Make it stop.
- I can't.
I don't know who it is.
- I can't take this!
- Tell me who it is.
It's time to get up.
Go away!
Time to wake up.
There we are.
All wakey wakey.
I've cooked you some dinner.
You've got to keep
up your strength.
You've got to be strong.
What did you put on it?
- Nothing.
- You were sprinkling
something on it.
That?
Seasoning, salt.
You said you liked things salty.
- I did?
- Mm-hmm.
Stop that.
Don't eat like a pig,
don't eat so fast.
Are you a pig?
Are you a pig?
No.
Then slow down.
Who are you?
Why do you play
these games with me?
We have been
together for so long.
So we know each other.
Know each other?
We, my dear, love each other.
Love?
Of course.
You love me, I love you.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
You know, we really have to
change the decor around here.
It just doesn't have that
certain je ne sais quoi.
- How did you do that?
- Do what?
- Make everything change.
- Nothing's changed.
Same old room.
Remember the time that we
redecorated my bedroom?
Nice memories.
Yeah.
- We had lots of them.
- Yes, of course.
We always had fun.
We painted the walls here.
We, you painted the walls.
You didn't let me
touch anything.
You were so friendly then.
Your husband, he came home.
No.
He was there.
He's always there.
I mean, not every
second of every minute.
Sometimes, it's just you and me.
Now, tell me you love me.
Tell me you love me.
Tell me that you love me.
I love you!
- Not like that.
- Please.
Stop it, stop it.
- With your tongue.
- Please stop.
With your tongue, that
beautiful tongue.
- Don't!
- No!
- My hand.
- Don't play games with me.
I don't like games.
You are gonna show me that
you love me with your tongue
and you're gonna
do it right now.
- Make her stop.
- Make who stop?
Why do you make it so
difficult, huh?
Get her away from me.
When you could
be happy, you could relax
and just enjoy it.
I know.
- We need to undress you.
- No, don't.
- Just let me eat.
- Oh, you're gonna eat.
- Oh, we're eating.
- Yeah, you're gonna eat me.
I didn't mean to interrupt
your dinner.
Don't let her do this.
There's no one here,
it's just you and I.
Stop being
so difficult, poppet.
You're very quiet today.
Just lick me the way
I like to be licked.
Show me that you desire me.
You do desire me, don't you?
Don't you?
Don't you?
If you show me that you desire
me and you make me feel good
all over then maybe I
will let you go home.
Home.
If you lick my clit nice,
maybe I'll let you skip down
the lane and see your family.
You know my family?
If you fuck me good, I'll
let you go home, Dorothy.
I'll let you click your
heels and skip down
the yellow brick road.
I wanna go home.
I wanna go back.
He's home.
He's home.
Daddy's home, daddy's home.
Where's my home?
- I want my family.
- He's here.
Daddy's here.
Ah, there you are.
He's here, he's here.
He's here, daddy's home.
Daddy's here,
he's here, he's here.
He's here.
Daddy's home.
Please.
No.
Do something.
Do something.
I love when you please
him this way, poppet.
Make it stop.
If I let you,
it is because I love you
that I let it happen.
Pain, poppet.
Love is never having
to say you're sorry.
Are you okay?
It's all right, it's all right.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
- Where is he?
- He's gone.
You're safe now.
- I'm in hell.
- Are you hurt?
Is she okay?
I'm in hell.
Who are you talking to?
You're going to hell,
you little fuck poppet.
Go the fuck away.
I'm not a bad person.
- Am I a bad person?
- No, of course you're not.
But it's my fault.
It's all my fault.
How can it be your fault?
Mom said kissing
the boys was bad.
You remember your mom?
She had brown hair.
She said kissing the boys
would get me in trouble.
She said thinking for myself
would get me in trouble.
She said I needed to grow up,
get married, find a husband,
settle down and do
the right thing.
Where's it coming from?
I don't know.
Who's laughing, where are they?
- Are you sure about this?
- I'm sure.
I don't want to hurt you
but they do say the pain
can be pleasurable.
I've talked with the
other girls, I know
it's going to hurt, but
it's just part of it.
- What about your parents?
- I told you,
they're gone all night.
Stop worrying, it's okay.
I want this.
Can I undress you?
You know who they are?
I have no idea.
- Think about it.
- A clown.
I don't know any clowns.
What about you?
- Maybe you know them.
- Can't say that I do.
Don't.
You're too beautiful to hide.
Are you cold?
Scared?
It'll be okay.
What is it?
I think I do know them.
- Does it hurt?
- A little.
But it feels good too.
Pain is pleasure.
- Do you want me to...
- No, no.
Talk to me, who are they?
- What's wrong?
- It's nothing.
- It's something.
- No.
Nothing.
No, it can't be.
Make them go away now.
- Who is it?
- Make them go away.
Who is it?
It's me.
- None of this is real.
- Yes it is.
It can't be, there's no
fucking way.
How did I get here on the bed?
- Tell me that.
- But I exist.
If none of this is real
then I wouldn't exist.
Nothing would.
- Maybe you don't.
- But I do.
I can't explain it but
maybe there's a good reason
for us being here.
Maybe it's staring us
straight in the face.
There's no way.
I'm gonna prove to you
this shit isn't real.
I'm as real as you are.
- I exist, therefore I am.
- You're right.
You say that she was you.
The girl was me
and the clown was him.
- I lost my virginity to him.
- To a man
dressed as a clown?
He was the class clown.
I got scared but I
wouldn't say so, he knew it
and he tried to joke around
a little to lighten the mood.
And he did love me.
If I'm not crazy, tell
me how that happened.
I don't know, but you
are remembering.
Maybe those two aren't real.
Maybe they're just a part of
our memory, or your memory.
Somehow, someone's
figured out a way
to project our faults
and memories.
Like in a science fiction
story.
Perhaps I'm not the crazy one.
Maybe you're insane and
I'm your hallucination.
Maybe but maybe not.
What's all this stuff?
So you just started at uni.
No, she graduated.
Look at this.
Mum doesn't understand
that I can't wait
to get out the house.
She's nagging me all the
time, boys, boys, boys.
Get married, have babies.
She'd flip if she knew
about the club.
Don't stop, read more.
I'm not really sure I
should keep going to the club.
It's not really what
I thought I'd be into.
I feel dirty like I'm doing
something bad.
They'll punish me.
I don't know, but I
can't help myself either.
It's so fascinating, I wonder
if I should try it out.
No, stop reading.
What?
She's remembering something.
What?
What are you doing?
Go on, it's okay.
I remember the club.
It's like one of those
gothic clubs I think.
No, that's not it.
You went to a goth club,
how exciting.
What was it like?
Dark, mysterious?
No, it was like a
gothic club but it wasn't.
It was like a sex club,
a swingers' club.
Girls on poles and tables.
Why would I go
to a swingers' club?
What else do you remember?
They did these shows
on Friday nights.
- I started going to them.
- What kind of shows?
Bitter shows.
And all these
couples were there.
You enjoyed it?
I was curious, interested.
I don't know why.
Something about it turned me on.
Pain and pleasure, like
when you lost your virginity.
Pain and pleasure.
The one can't exist
without the other.
She always seemed to be
enjoying it but I can't say
that's what was turning me on.
The whole show was sexual
but they weren't actually
having sex, they would
just do that.
That's it.
That's what I wanted.
I wanted to be with them.
I wanted to be with
a couple to find out
what it would be like and then
I met this husband and wife.
- Who are they?
- I don't remember
their names.
They were nice.
I'd seen them around the
club and I'd catch them
watching me.
You really shouldn't
be talking about this.
You shouldn't.
It's all make believe,
it's not real.
It's not real, it's not real.
- It is real.
- No, it's not.
Tell me more.
I don't know how long
I'd been going there
but the couple finally
came up and talked to me,
polite, gentle.
They read me like a book
and they knew I wanted
to experiment and they were
looking for a woman to be with.
They were friendly to me, kind.
They told me I was beautiful
and they wanted to take me
- away for some weekend.
- Stop it.
Don't tell anymore lies.
None of that happened,
never ever.
But I'm not lying.
I'm remembering.
You're making it up, you
wouldn't go off and have sex
with strangers.
Don't do anything.
Just keep talking.
Now, tell me your story.
After a few weeks of
going to the club, I agreed
to go away with them
for the weekend.
We met at the club because
I didn't want my parents
knowing anything about them.
Why did you go with them?
I wanted to find out
what it would be like.
- But why them?
- They were married.
They were family.
They seemed safe enough
that no one would know.
La la la la la.
Stop talking.
None of this is happening.
Yes, it is.
- I'm a whore.
- Why would you say that?
I wanted to spend
the weekend having sex.
- That's what this is about.
- You wanted to learn.
It's your body.
We left the club really late.
What do you say
we get out of here?
Yeah, everybody's leaving.
Do you still wanna come with us?
We went and got
some food then we drove
to their place just
as the sun was rising.
It was a long drive.
Do you remember
where they live?
No, I was nervous.
I was lost in the anticipation
of what was to come.
When we got back
to the house, we talked
for a couple of hours.
But I kept thinking about
having sex with them.
I was scared and I was rambling
but they were being nice.
Eventually we ran out of things
to say.
He finally broke the silence.
So are we gonna
do this or what?
It's up to her.
Hey.
You do wanna do this, right?
I wanna undress her.
I'd prefer it if
your wife did.
Okay, fine, let her start.
When I ran, this
wasn't happening the way
I thought it would.
It was early in the morning
and they were undressing me
and there was nothing
nice about it.
- God, she's beautiful.
- They're bigger
than I thought.
I just wanna touch
her all over.
I want her.
Go slow.
You'll both get your turn.
You'll both get your turn,
what the fuck was I saying?
- You were scared.
- Terrified.
I didn't have the class
clown to make me laugh.
Hey, let's have a
taste of our turn.
Hey, you be a good
little poppet for daddy.
I saw you at the club tonight.
You were watching
the show, you liked it.
You like it rough, don't you,
deep down?
You like it rough.
Yes.
That's what I thought.
I didn't know what to do.
I just wanted to go home.
Why didn't you tell
them to stop?
You will do exactly as he
says when he tells you to do it,
- do you understand?
- Yes.
I wanted to believe
this was part of the game.
I knew I was in trouble.
I didn't want to do this anymore,
I just wanted to go home.
Somebody take me home.
Look at me.
Look at me.
You will only speak when
spoken to and you will do
exactly, I mean exactly,
what I tell you to do.
Do you understand?
What's that?
That is your new home.
Get in the box.
- No, please!
- Hey!
Did I say you could
fucking speak?
You stay in the box.
They locked me in a
box underneath their bed.
They kept me caged there
like I was an animal.
Why are you crying?
Please, don't cry.
There's no reason to cry.
Nothing bad is happening.
Everything is good,
pure, simple.
- You have to keep going.
- I can't.
You must.
It's the key.
They locked me in a box.
They locked me in a fucking box.
No, they didn't.
No one did anything to you.
Stop denying it,
you fucking freak.
They kept me in a box and
forced me to have sex with them.
They raped me over and over
like I was a goddamn sex slave.
- No!
- Stop!
You have to see that
everything is okay.
Please don't do this.
No.
This can't be.
How did this happen?
No, this couldn't have happened.
Not to you.
Not to us.
It can't be.
I can see it all now.
Everything that happened.
Did you ever try to escape?
You must've tried
something to get away.
When I was unbound,
I was in the box.
Everyday I prayed for death but
death only came to tease me.
I asked them to
stop and they wouldn't.
They laughed at me, spat
on me, did everything
you could imagine.
I prayed I'd suffocate or
they'd hit me too hard.
Anything that would make it end.
No matter how hard I
prayed that they were going
to release me.
How long was I in the box?
Tell me.
Seven years.
You were in the box
for seven years.
I wanna go home.
I want this to end.
She has to finish her story.
- No, don't.
- She has to.
You have to remember.
No, don't remember any of it.
Don't say anything else.
It can just be you
and me together.
It doesn't have to end for us.
We could be happy.
It can be us until the end.
We can be together until the
end.
What's so funny?
You did all this to yourself,
remember?
If you hadn't gone to
that club, none of this
would've happened.
You're wrong.
I didn't ask for this.
- I didn't deserve it.
- Doesn't matter.
God knows how to
punish the wicked.
You wanted to be fucked.
You wanted all that sin
and now God is making you
pay for it.
I don't believe that.
I'm a child of God.
I had the right to be who
I am, to be who he created
- to be human.
- Stop talking to him.
You don't know what's
going to happen.
Whore.
Stop!
Don't judge others unless
you judge yourself.
God's words.
Where's the splinter
in your eye?
Where is it?
No.
I'm done with you.
It wasn't your fault, but
it did happen, didn't it?
When they took me, whatever
innocence I had left died.
What are you doing?
Leave her alone.
Help us.
I'm sorry, I can't.
It has to be done.
No, no!
No, no, help me.
No.
Help me please.
Help me.
End this.
But I can't escape.
Are you sure?
Wait.
I did escape.
What do I do?
- What am I supposed to do?
- Stop fighting.
Be a good, little poppet.
We'll put you back in the box.
I won't go in the box,
you have to kill me first.
You're already dead,
you stupid bitch.
No, I'm not, I'm not dead.
You sure as hell will be.
Remember this?
Remember this, you bastards.
You kept it in your drawer.
Give it back to him.
He didn't think I knew
where it was but I saw it.
I had to find a way to get
the gun so I could kill myself
and you.
You stuck this gun in
my face, in my mouth.
You stuck it.
Why didn't you just kill me?
Pistol pussy whip.
Kiss, kiss, spank me.
We were just having some fun.
You fucking raped me.
Just taking what's ours.
Wake up, wake up,
wake up, wake up.
You killed my husband.
Now I'm gonna tear
your fucking heart out.
Now you remember everything.
They killed everything
inside me.
There was nothing left.
They forgot to lock
the box and I got out.
I went to the gun,
I was going to end it.
I killed him then I shot her
then...
And then?
I killed myself.
I don't want to be here anymore.
Please, let me go.
I don't know if it's
heaven or hell out there
but I'm done hiding.
I'm ready to leave.
The woman
remains alive this hour
is by court ordered removal
of life support systems.
As we previously reported, the
woman who police could only
refer to as Jane Doe
had been kidnapped
and held captive for several
years before escaping,
killing her captives,
turning the gun on herself
in an unsuccessful
suicide attempt.
Doctors had been hopeful for
her recovery when she first
opened her eyes, but sadly
she has since slipped back
in her catatonic state
that they fear she will
never recover from.
I'm sorry.
I thought I had reached
you in there.
I thought that you
could hear me.
There's nothing more
that I can do.
Dr. Valentino,
layover please.
- Dr. Valentino.
- Keep trying.
You have to help me.
You can't leave me
here alone please.
Forgive me.
You can't leave me here alone.
No, no, come back.
Come back.
Come back please.
You can't leave
me here like this.
Come back, come back, please.
You can't leave
me here like this.
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