A Woman's Revenge

EXT. BACKYARD

The moonlight is shining onto the backyard. There is a beautiful patio beside the inground pool. The stagnant water is glistening underneath the large full moon. The yard is on a hill overlooking the city. A woman, CAMILLA, 34, is standing against the short stone wall -- watching the bustling city.

INT. HOUSE

Everything is pitch black until eyes open -- revealing the moonlight coming through the patio doors. Streaks of white light illuminate the gray floorboards of the house. The only way is forward.

GARRETT, 26, walks forward through the darkness -- following the moonlit path to the backyard. He watches the light glistening on the surface of the pool. As he gets closer to the patio doors, Garrett turns his head slightly to the silhouetted figure at the stone wall.

EXT. BACKYARD

Camilla was average height with long curly brown hair, a dress, and dark boots. Her tight dress accented her body perfectly. It looked gray -- illuminated by the city lights. Over her shoulder, Garrett can be seen in the doorway. She turns her head slightly as Garrett opens the patio doors. A smirk can be seen on Camilla's face as she moves her hair from her face to behind her ear.

Garrett walks slowly, stopping at the pool. He can see Camilla more clearly now. Even in this darkness she appears radiant. He can see her black tattoos along her left leg.

CAMILLA (facing the city): "It amazes me how far the city lights can travel. But from this distance, I can't hear a thing. I miss the noise."

Camilla leans over the stone wall as Garrett approaches her. We see her face clearly -- it's solemn. Garrett reaches Camilla, her scent flowing through his nostrils.

GARRETT: "I always hated the noise. The constant horns and sirens..."

Garrett shakes his head as he places his hand on the stone wall. He watches Camilla as she faces him. She looks beautiful, but also alone. Camilla moves her hand over Garrett's. As he places his other hand on the base of Camilla's back, Garrett moves in close. He puts his lips on hers and kisses her slowly. It isn't long until the soft kisses turn passionate. Garrett wraps his arm around Camilla's waist and pulls her in close. Camilla stops holding Garrett's hand and throws her arm over his shoulders.

Garrett holds Camilla's hips aggressively as he buries his face into her neck. Camilla is tilting her head back as she breathes heavily. She can feel Garrett's hands sliding down to the base of her dress. They're resting on the middle of Camilla's thighs. The black linework on her left leg is intricate and beautiful like the rest of her body. He places his hands under the dress now, caressing her thick thighs. Camilla nibbles on Garrett's bottom lip as he roughly grabs her rear from underneath her dress.

This movement catches Camilla by surprise as she grabs hold of Garrett's tie. She kisses him harder as she reaches for his belt. Garrett buries his head into Camilla's chest as she throws his belt aside. Camilla undoes Garrett's pants as he pulls down her dress' straps. She can feel him in her hand.

GARRETT: "God, I want you."

Garrett turns Camilla around and bends her over the stone wall. He lifts up her dress -- the darkness partially obscuring her flesh.

Camilla gives an expression of disinterest as she holds onto the stone wall. She's startled when Garrett tears off her underwear. Her hands grip the stone tightly as Garrett's tongue wanders between her legs.

Garrett feels Camilla's hand push his head away. She turns around to face him.

CAMILLA: "Lay down --"

The pool is mere feet behind Garrett as he lays on the ground. Camilla hovers over Garrett's abdomen and lowers herself down on top of him. Camilla puts Garrett inside her gently -- the pair writhe in ecstasy. Garrett holds Camilla's knees as she rides him. Her hands are pinning down his shoulders.

Camilla reaches into her boot and slowly pulls out an object, obscured by darkness. With a swift movement, she flicks her wrist and puts the object to Garrett's neck. The moonlight shines onto the silver blade -- a switchblade.

Garrett stops in his tracks -- his eyes wandering between Camilla's face, partially obscured by her curly hair, and her wrist.

GARRETT: "W-what's this about?"

CAMILLA: "You didn't think I'd find out? I warned you."

Garrett stammers -- unable to speak.

CAMILLA: "I told you that if you made a fool of me again, you'd regret it."

GARRETT: "C'mon Camilla, this is crazy --"

CAMILLA (interrupting Garrett): "Stop fucking with me. Tell me the truth before I slit your throat."

GARRETT: "Alright! I'm sorry, I just couldn't say no. Please put down the knife."

Garrett struggles to move his hands while Camilla kneels on them. He's getting frantic.

GARRETT: "I shouldn't have done it Camilla, okay?! I'm sorry! For fuck's sake! Put the god-damn knife down!"

Camilla thrusts the blade deeper into Garrett's neck -- only barely puncturing it. A drop of blood moves down the switchblade. Garrett goes silent. Camilla exhales.

CAMILLA: "Okay Garrett. I forgive you."

Garrett breathes a sigh of relief. Suddenly, his eyes widen as he feels Camilla's knife puncturing his neck. Camilla plunges the blade into Garrett's neck and slides it horizontally -- slitting his throat.

Camilla stands up as Garrett twitches and moans. She drops the knife beside him as he grows still. Camilla walks over to her pool. The moonlight shines on her as she takes off her dress and boots. She sits on the ledge of the pool and gets in. The blood on her can be seen dissipating into the pool.

Garrett's blood can be seen dripping into the pool. Camilla can be heard getting out of the pool. Her footsteps are slow and relaxed as she walks into frame, naked. She barely looks at Garrett's corpse. Camilla can be seen, partially illuminated, leaning over the stone wall. She watches the city, her hair dripping down her tanned back. Camilla's phone rings and she reaches into her purse on the ground. The caller ID reads: "Becky". Camilla answers the phone.

CAMILLA: "Hey Becky."

BECKY: "D-did you do it?"

CAMILLA: "Yeah. He won't hurt either of us ever again."

BECKY: "Did he beg?"

CAMILLA: "Like a dog. He apologized --"

BECKY: " -- too little too late."

Camilla pulls her phone away -- Becky hung up.

Garrett's body is laying by the pool, light illuminating his shocked expression and slashed neck. The camera pans along the trail of blood to the pool, and ultimately up to the moonlit sky.