Fatale
A strange man waits outside a motel room. Buttoned up but nervous, he fidgets as a stunning, young, dark haired woman opens the door and greets him. They exchange niceties and introductions as she lets him in and he makes some inquiries about “getting started”. The girl, slightly put off, does as is expected. Moving towards him, undressing, letting him take her in his arms. Yet, he becomes aggressive, the two moving into a physical altercation, landing them on the ground, rolling around in the shag carpet. Both struggle, both grunt, both becoming more alive to the moment until with one final, mutual squeal, they both go still. Lying, unmoving on the ground, blood slowly pooling around them. From under the man, the girl stirs, pushing him off, she manages to get up and sighs. The opening credits roll over her folding up the body in a suitcase, deep cleaning the room and herself, bleaching her hair, ending in a flash to the title card.