ILYA. Sit with me.
MAYA. She sits on his lap. The rest are drunk beyond repair. Clouds of smoke. Someone’s crawling on the floor. Someone’s laughing.
YANA. Hot night.
ILYA. You’re the hottest.
MAYA. And slips his hand under her top.
YANA. And the others are right on cue.
ILYA. Come on, they’re friends. And you’re our friend. We’re all friends.
MAYA. His hand slips into her pants.
YANA. Is Zhora here?
ILYA. You liked him?
YANA. He’s a dickhead.
MAYA. Ilya is drunk, he can’t control his strength. He grabs her by the chin and roughly turns her face to him. It hurts.
ILYA. Hole, my darling, we need to gag you right now.
YANA. Where’s Zhora?
ILYA. He said he needs holes. And not us. He doesn’t need Ilya anymore.
MAYA. Ilya is stronger. He twists her arms. And brings her head down to his fly.
YANA. I don’t wanna.
MAYA. She tries to break away, but…
ILYA. Come on, I remember how you loved my texts. You remember? I know your guts. Wanna play some rape?
MAYA. And says loudly…
ILYA. Lads, I know she wants to get banged right now.
MAYA. And the lads, those who are still conscious, start closing in.
YANA. Hey, shut up, that’s bullshit!
MAYA. And Ilya tells them all about their texts. How she loves abusive porn. And yes, she replied with smileys to these texts. But that was just flirting. But how could you prove it. And they all come closer. And Ilya reads his texts aloud. Dirty and detailed. And the lads start whooping. The smiles on their faces. They’re drooling. And filming. And pushing her around. And, of course, they’re saying…
LAD ONE. But without a condom, or I won’t feel anything.
LAD TWO. I’ll do well to pull out too.
ALL. Don’t you trust us?