Torture

CHERRY BLACK, 25, exits a taxi and shuts the door with almost no force, as to avoid making any sound. She tiptoes to the garage, where she picks up a gas can and removes her shoes. Cherry scurries down the path between the garage, and her house, eventually placing the gas can on the front step. She stops and looks around to make sure nobody is watching. 

Her eyes open wide, and her face expresses that she had a brilliant thought. Cherry runs, with long strides like a gazelle, back to the garage. She sees her bag, picks it up, and dumps the contents out onto the floor. She carries the empty bag over to a pile of old bricks, and begins to fill it with as many as she can get into it. It’s heavy, but she carries it back to the doorstep, taking breaks every few seconds. 

As she approaches the door, she can hear the muted sound of the victim’s cries from inside, her screams, the rustling sound of a locked doorknob turning. She places the heavy bag at the bottom of the steps, and climbs the stairs. As she approaches the door, she can hear the muted sound of the victim’s cries from inside, her screams, the rustling sound of a locked doorknob turning.

She checks her pocket for the matches, and her key. She picks up the gas can, and shakes it, hoping the victim is too distracted to hear the racket she’s making. Her eyes grow smaller, as she grunts picking up her bag full of bricks. 

She puts the key in the hole, and slowly turns it. She then opens the door, trying not to let it creak and prepares to swing her bag when she hears a loud, muffled voice and jumps back, falling down the stairs. Her limp body knocks over the gas can, spilling it, while the lighter falls out of her pocket. The alarming sound of the brick filled bag crushing her skull against the cement awoke her neighbours.

Moments later, the loud boom of emergency sirens creep closer to the scene, from all directions. 

FADE IN

INT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT

The door to the emergency room is violently swung open by the paramedic, in a desperate attempt to save Cherry. The sound of the wheels spin increasingly faster, signaling that he fate of her life is in the hands of the faceless paramedics. They enter a room, and place her on the bed with ease, as the doctor enters and hooks her up to life support. Before the faceless health care workers could blink their unseen eyes, the monitor went blank. Her chest stopped moving, and eyes slowly shut. Her skin turns from pink to white, and the clip board is marked with her time of death. Sirens continue to ring in the background.

EXT. CHERRY’S HOUSE - NIGHT

The sounds of sirens have disappeared, as the police officers tape off the area where Cherry fell for further investigation into her death. The exterior door is shut, the outside world being unaware of the happenings inside. The sound of an officer’s shoe crushing plastic is followed by a loud explosion. 

Fire breaks out, and the sirens commence again, this time the fire fighters. 

The hose sprays water, and eliminates the flames from outside, but in fear that the fire has spread inside the door is knocked down, to search for possible victims within. As the door creaks open, the muffled sound of a man’s voice is heard, presumably from an old radio or television set. There is no sign of fire, but the presence of panic is still emerging. 

Bangs, cries, screams and the sound of finger nails scratching against wood come from upstairs. The fiddling of a door handle can be heard and the fire fighter searches the house for movement. He cautiously climbs the stairs, one foot in front of the other, as not to creak the wood and frighten whom, or whatever is creating the racket.  

He sees the door knob of the closet at the end of the hallway turning, approaches it and opens the door to find a disheveled woman, hair in a mess, wearing nothing but a bed sheet and make-up running down her face. Her body and face are covered in bruises, and cuts and tears roll down her face until her system runs dry. She is so skinny and fragile that he is afraid to touch her.