First Page of Script (Patreon)

(Since yall have been so patient and considering the script will be going through an editing phase soon, here's the first page of the first initial draft!

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Adam only requires a  cheap lock picking kit bought off of Amazoone to break into your apartment.

A weak defense, but better than how you left it last time.

It’s almost too easy the way he steps inside, pausing next to your coat rack to allow his eyes time to adjust in the darkness.

He scans the room, observing the dark shape of your ratty couch and cheap coffee table that spills with fabric.

He wonders briefly if you started in on a sewing project of sorts when his eyes catch on something far more interesting.

A door left ajar that he can only assume is your bedroom.

He slips out of his boots and places them next to yours. Like a husband returning from work and ready to join his spouse for bed.

It’s almost too intimate in a way and he really doesn't like the feeling it gives him.

But he needs to stay quiet and wearing large clunky boots would reveal his presence.

He wants to surprise you.

To catch you off guard.

Like how you managed to catch him off guard with that kiss on the highway.

He’ll never forgive you for it.

Only the thrill of the hunt manages to subdue any inappropriate thoughts that might overwhelm him. He doesn’t want to feel this way, you know. He doesn’t like the fact that anyone can wield this sort of power over him because it can easily turn into a weapon.

Which makes him vulnerable.

Not only that, but the inherent wrongness itches at his skin.

You’re a forbidden fruit that tricked him into taking a bite.

He wants to laugh at how his name suits him now. Did his father think he’d give into his desires? Did he believe he’d grow up and become just like him?

“Do what’s right.”

A broken woman whispers from the darkness.

“Don’t go down his path.”

Her words encourage his already determined footsteps.

“I protected you from him.”

She steals his resolve.

He’s going to kill the one who tainted him and become pure again.

Adam positions himself in front of the door, wondering what awaits him. Are you planning something or are you really naive enough to think you’d be safe after you escaped the first time?

Adam: Surely, you’re prepared for me aren’t you?

His voice carries into your bedroom but garners no response.

Adam: Do you have a gun aimed at my head? A bat next to your nightstand? Or did you call the cops?

Again, no answer.

Adam: Now’s your chance. Kill me before I kill you.

Adam’s taunting you. Probably because you taunted him in his dreams for so long.

Still, you don’t give into his games.

He grows frustrated and tired of waiting.

It’s now or never.

Adam draws out the knife tucked into the waistband of his jeans. Your blood from the other day  still coats the silver blade, the color transformed into a deep reddish brown because he can’t bring himself to wash it until he uses it to take your life.

This single action, the taking of your life with this blade, will bring everything full circle.  And he’ll finally rid himself of you and the snakes wrapping themselves around his organs.

At last he’ll be free.