Your Best Friend Comes to Rescue You From Her Stalker in a Cabin in the Woods

Sure. I can take off my coat, if you'd like. Where should I put it?

(Fake laugh) I mean... come on. On the floor? It might get dirty – (Fake laughing again) I was just joking. I promise. Anything you'd like. Anything at all.

(Shuffling out of her coat, muttering) I want to be here. I \ want * to be here. There.*

(Taking in a deep, shuddering breath) Yes. I wore \ everything * that you asked me to.*

Everything.

(Pouring on the fake cheer) Nuh-uh-uh, Mister. You don't get to see \ everything * yet.*

Not until... not until \ you * show * me * something, first...*

(Holding up hands, backing up) Whoa, whoa, whoa – no, not \ that * - (Catching herself, more fake charm) I mean... there's gonna... gonna be time for that later.*

No, I mean – can I... can I please see her? Just to know that... that she's ok?

Uh... that she's ok to go?

(Quietly desperate, real) Please?

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Performance Notes:

Performer 1 - How desperate are you to pull this off well? How much of the tremor in your voice can you hide? How much bargaining can you fit in before you realize you can't anymore? This is a war of attrition. You've lost before you even started. How soon do you realize it?

Performer 2 – for most of this, you are gagged and bound and hearing your best friend in the world putting herself through worse and worse things to save you. React accordingly. But, when you're finally free – oh, feel free to twist that knife. Twist it * deep. *

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Author's Notes: Hell is other people. No, really – it absolutely is. And, last warning – mind the tags, note that this is SUPER dark, SUPER intense and there are no happy endings for this.

None.

Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here and such.

As always, a fantasy of adults, for adults.