Nowhere To Run Teens Car Breaks Down and She Accepts Help From A Suspicious Stranger SCENE OPENS on Anita Autumn Falls, a young woman. Shes in her car and lightly hits the steering wheel. Why wont you just START?, she complains to herself. She exhales heavily, reaching for her cell phone. She tries to turn it on, but its dead. She opens the glove compartment and roots around in it. After a moment, her head sags in disappointment. Aaaaaaaand you didnt bring your charger. GREAT job Anita, she chastises herself. At that moment, there is a sudden knock at the window. She jumps with a slight yelp, completely startled. Standing at her window is Shane Derrick Pierce, a somewhat rough looking man. He is unsmiling and motions for her to roll down the window. She regards him warily and hesitantly rolls down her window, but just a crack. Uh...yes?, she asks cautiously. Hey, hes sorry to scare her, but he was coming home and saw her car stall and quit on her, he begins, his tone even and nonthreatening. Oh uh, yeah, it...it wont start no matter what she does, she answers, a touch of wariness still in her voice. Ok, well if she wants, his house is right there, he says, pointing to his nearby house. And he can help her push the car into his garage and see if he can figure whats wrong with it himself, he offers. Oh thats ok, she says still acting a bit wary of the stranger but smiling politely, she wouldnt want to inconvenience him, she can just call the tow service. If she says so, he shrugs, but itll probably take them hours to get here. And this isnt the best place for a girl like her to be waiting around. She debates for another moment, unsure of what to do. Then she looks down at her phone and remembers its dead. ...I guess we could give it a shot, she says hesitantly. He looks at her, shrugging noncommittally. Your call, he says. After pushing the car into his garage, they chat about what a bad neighborhood it is. Well, hed better get started, he adds, moving towards the garage door, grabbing the top of it as he prepares to pull it down. Oh um...what is he doing?, Anita asks meekly. The light coming in from outside is shining in his eyes, gonna make it hard to look around and scout out what the problem is. Hes just gonna close the door and hook a light to the hood so he can see what hes doing better, he says. Thats cool...right?, he asks, a vaguely threatening undertone in his voice. She looks out of the garage toward the street, perhaps deciding whether or not she should just get out of there. Um...yeah, of course thats cool, Anita says, smiling nervously. He looks at her for a second, sizing her up. He pulls down the garage door. It loudly hits the floor, sealing them in. CUT TO TITLE Shane hunches over the open hood of the car, tinkering around inside. Whats she DOING in this neighborhood anyway?, he asks as he continues working on the car. She was just passing through actually, on her way back from touring a new school, she responds. High school?, he asks, looking over his shoulder at her with an eyebrow raised. No, no, shes 18, shes in college, she clarifies. Do me a favor. Pass me a screwdriver. From that toolbox over there, he says, pointing to a toolbox on the floor. Sure, Anita says, turning around. She bends over, opening the toolbox and rooting around in it. As she searches, Shane is staring at her ass hungrily, licking his lips. Um, theres NO screwdriver in here, Anita says, puzzled. Ohhh, sorry, he FORGOT, the screwdriver is in THAT toolbox, he says with a crooked smile. She immediately goes to the other toolbox he indicated and withdraws the screwdriver, handing it to him quickly. Thanks, he says quietly, turning back to the car. Ah dammit, he says aloud. What?, she asks, concerned. This cables been worn away, he says. She narrows her eyes suspiciously, walking over to the hood. Dont worry, she doesnt need to come over here, hes got it, he says, trying to wave her off. No, she wants to see it, she responds firmly, peering under the hood. He is holding a wrench, watching her closely. Yeah, she sees it, but...it looks like its been...she begins, her eyes resting on a pair of wire cutters that are lying adjacent to the car. Her eyes go wide with fear. ...it looks like its been CUT, she says in horror, backing away from him cautiously. He has a hard look on his face and slowly leans towards her. Going somewhere?, he asks in a bored, teasing tone. Yyou...you DID that to the car. You CUT that cable! You did it on purpose. Wwhy would you DO something like that?? Aare you trying to...? she asks, trailing off, unable to articulate what shes trying to say.. I aint tryin to do a GODDAMN thing other than fix your car. You can LEAVE anytime you want. Your car sure isnt going anywhere though, he says, leaning in and sneering with a big wicked grin. Thats fine, she says defiantly. Shell walk if she has to. He laughs. Through THIS neighborhood?? She could try. A tasty little morsel like her would attract a lot of unwanted attention. But on the other hand, if she wants him to finish the job so that she can be on her way safely, she could always do...a little something...for HIM, he says, a toothy grin on his face. He swings the wrench around, almost absentmindedly. She looks upset at his suggestion. Whats stopping her from running out into the street and just yelling for someone to call the cops?!, she asks. Nothing, he gloats and goads her, in fact go ahead and try it. People out here fuckin HATE cops, he says. You go runnin out of here shouting for the pigs to come save you, you think youre gonna get ANY sympathy?? Girlie, you wouldnt even make it two BLOCKS, he says. Her shoulders sag with disappointed realization as she gulps, weighing her options. Her eyes dart to the garage door. She takes a deep breath. If... if he promises not to hurt her and fixes her car afterwards, then...FINE, she says finally, an edge of defiance and anger in her voice. He can do whatever disgusting thing he has in mind. Shane grins as he draws Anita to him, squeezing a handful of her massive tits. Anitas got nowhere to run, and EVERYTHING to lose.
