Jaycee begins unpacking the duffle bag, pulling out an IPod dock and hooking her IPod to it, pressing play.

            “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise”

I’ve felt the hate rise up in me…
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves…
I wander out where you can’t see…
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed…

Jaycee walks over to Sam and wraps a shock collar around her neck.

            “What the hell is this?!” Sam asks, struggling to keep the collar away from her.

            “You’ll see,” she responds, yelling over the music, banging her head to the song.

Sam tries to yell for help, but is quickly shocked by the collar. Jaycee turns the music up louder to drown out any noise that’s made.

Goodbye!

I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time
Everything is 3D blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not the way I pictured me
I cant control my shakes!
How the hell did I get here?
Something about this, so very wrong…
I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn’t like this
Is it a dream or a memory?

The tattooed woman grabs a bottle and holds it against Sam’s lips. “Drink this or I’ll force it down your throat.”

            “What the hell is this?”

            “Ipecac, now drink it!”

            “No, I’m not drinking that shit. I don’t know what the hell it’s going to do to me!”

            “Okay, if you don’t drink it willingly,” Jaycee says, pulling out her pocket knife. “Then I’ll cut a hole in your fucking throat, shove a funnel in it and pour it down myself!”

            “Okay, okay! Fine! I’ll fucking drink it, Jesus Christ!”

She holds the bottle to Sam’s lips once again and she swallows it all down.

I’ve felt the hate rise up in me…
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves…
I wander out where you can’t see…
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed…

Jaycee pulls out a blow torch and two fire pokers, placing them off to the side. “Now if you’re gonna puke, let me know because if you get vomit on me, I’ll stick a hot poker in your eye.”