INT. BEAUTIFUL MANSION SUMMIT NJ.-DAY
Brad and Anna's front room is embellished with an exorbitant decor from its expensive furniture to the small designer pillows. 
Anna 22 blond haired, blue eyed beauty gave up her modeling career to marry Brad. Brad 26 Brown hair, brown eyes, large muscular build. His looks, charm, and money make his quite a catch.

ANNA
How could you do this to me, to us, to our marriage?

Anna holds his shirt up. It has lipstick smears on the collar and smells like cheap perfume.

BRAD
You knew that I'm a ladies' man before you married me. So don't give me this sappy crying bullshit now.

ANNA 
(On the verge of tears.)
I thought you'd give that up the day you said I do.

BRAD 

Give up my honeys? Are you out of your freaking mind?

ANNA 
(Tearful)

What about our love, our marriage?

BRAD 

I never loved you.

Anna starts crying

BRAD (cont.'d)

The only reason I married you was to get Mom off my back.

ANNA
(Bawling)

So, I'm supposed to sit around this house and do nothing while you have your romantic encounters?

BRAD

That's the price you pay for all of this.

Brad gestures across the room.

ANNA 
(Tearful)
You want your damn sluts? Well then you can have them, I'm done!

Anna storms towards the front door.

BRAD 
You're not going anywhere.

Brad grabs a hold of her arm and slings her across the room. Her body crashes against a shelf. Books and other knickknacks fall around her.

Anna looks up, blood trickling down the side of her face.

ANNA
(Begging)
Please Brad, just let me go.

BRAD
So you can swindle me out of my inheritance? I don't think so.

ANNA
(Tearful)
I don't want your stinking money, I just want to leave.

Brad pictures his oldest brother Pete and how his wife took half of everything he had.

BRAD
You're not going anywhere, Anna, so deal with it.

Anna slowly rises up from the floor.

ANNA
I'm leaving whether you like it or not.

BRAD
No, you're staying right here and be my devoted wife or else.

ANNA
Or else what, Brad?

BRAD
(Very angry)
You don't want to know.

Brad stomps away.

ANNA
We'll just see about that.
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INT. MANSION-AFTERNOON.
Anna is crying as she's carrying a small suitcase down the long elegant stairway. Brad storms out of the study and glances up at Anna.

BRAD
And just where do you think you're going?

ANNA
I'm leaving.

BRAD
I've already told you that you're not going anywhere.

ANNA
Try and stop me.

Anna raises up a small gun.

BRAD
(Laughing)
And just what are you going to do with that?

ANNA
(Stuttering)
Stay back or I'll shoot, I swear I will.

BRAD
(Laughing)
You don't have the balls to pull the trigger.
Anna cocks the gun.

ANNA
Take one more step and I swear I'll pull the trigger.

Brad step towards her. Anna squeezes the trigger.

GUNFIRE

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INT. THE MANSION'S DARK DAMP BASEMENT-NIGHT.
The walls and floor are cement. The room is completely empty except for the small cot that Anna is tied to. Anna slowly opens her eyes and looks around. She tries to get off of the bed but the ties pull her back down.

THE DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN, HEAVY FOOTSTEPS COMES DOWN THE STAIRS.

BRAD
You finally decided to wake up, did you?

ANNA
(Tearful)
Please don't do this. I'll stay and be the wife you want me to be, I promise.

BRAD
It's a little late for that, don't you think?

ANNA
Please Brad, please give me another chance.

BRAD
So you can kill me when I'm sleeping, I don't think so.

ANNA
I swear, I won't try anything like that again.

BRAD
And ice water freezes in hell.

ANNA
Please, Brad, please let me go, I promise I'll be good.

BRAD
You don't have much choice now do you.

He lifts up the ropes and laughs.

BRAD 
You know, I think I'm going to like this little arrangement. With you out of the picture I can bring my girls to the house anytime I want. I might even bring one down here to show you how a real woman satisfies her man, not that you ever could.

Laughing, Brad walks up the stairs

ANNA
(Begging)
Please don't leave, Brad, please.

Brad stops midway up the stairs and turns around.

BRAD
It's time you learned your place around here.
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INT. MANSION BASEMENT THREE MONTHS LATER.-DAY.
Anna weakly stumbles up the steps. Her skin is pale, hair a matted mess and she's mere bones. She has rope burns around her wrists where she pulled free. After a lot of struggle, she makes it to the top of the stairs. She puts her ear against the door. She opens the door and sees Brad and his new girl making love on the kitchen table. She opens the door a little further.

SQUEAKING DOOR.

Brad and the girl continue. Anna slowly slips through the opening towards the back door.Anna discovers the back door is padlocked. She starts to walk back the way she came
THE FLOOR CREEKS Brad turns around.

BRAD
Where the hell do you think you're going?

The mistress sits up and covers herself with her hands.

BREANNA
(Snobby)
Who is she, Brad?

ANNA
I'm his wife.

BREANNA
Your wife, I thought you said that she's dead?
Brad turns towards Breanna.

BRAD
I can explain.

Anna grabs a cast Iron skillet off the top of the stove.

ANNA
Explain this, Brad.

Anna swings the pan smacking the back of Brad's head. He falls to the floor.
Breanna screams as she climbs off the table. Anna walks towards her.

ANNA
This is for screwing my husband.

Anna swings the pan again. Breanna falls across the table.

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