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His routine is regular. He'd go out, have a skinful, come home. ALEXA: Lights. (BRIGHT) ALEXA: Music. (BLARING) He'd then beat her until she surrendered, It was only after she'd withdrawn, deeper inside than he could ever get, that she was anywhere near being able to take his depraved abuse. Well tonight she would show him.

She sits in the dark, the cable, now pulled from the light, crosses the floor from the socket. She's stripped the wires, exposing the copper cores, and it's these she now bites down on as she hears the door slam and his voice.

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