Content Warning: Rape
A muscular man dressed in a simple gray t-shirt and bluejeans drives a heavily intoxicate woman, Lilith, who is laying, drunkenly swaying slumped in the passenger seat of his van.
Lilith: What did you put in my drink?
Silence.
Lilith: Listen, I’m not mad, I’m not angry, I’m curious: It was Rohypnol, right? Flunitrazepam, a roofie, right?
Beat.
Francis: You drank a lot.
Lilith: I know I did. I often do. I regularly drink to excess with enough frequency to know how alcohol affects me. You put something in my drink. Was it a roofie? A xanax? I know it wasn’t methylene-dioxy-methamphetamine, I’d know if it was ecstasy.
Beat.
Lilith: I’m pretty sure I’ve basically built up an immunity to hypnotics. I’m a bit of a psychonaut, I’ve subjected myself to all sorts of experimental, ethically-dubious psychological research. (Beat.) I’m pretty sure you gave me a roofie. That’s okay, whatever, I get it, you’re a date rapist. This’ll be my first time getting date-raped by a stranger. Kind of exciting, as fucked up as that sounds. (Beat.) Right now you’re probably wondering, oh shit. How badly did I fuck up. This one might remember the encounter. (Beat.) Eh, maybe I’ll remember, maybe I won’t. It probably doesn’t make a difference. I don’t plan to report you, as long as you play nicely. Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum inside me. (Pause.) You know that I’m a post-operative transsexual woman, right?
Francis: It doesn’t make a difference.
Lilith: Okay, just as long as you don’t go all “trans panic” on me. I expect there is a risk that you may still kill me though.
Silence.
Lilith: It-
Francis: I’m not a killer.
Lilith: Of course you aren’t. You’re not a killer. Yet. But you’re thinking about it, or if you aren’t thinking about it, you will. I’m too smart for self-preservation – otherwise I would just be playing dead and let you fuck whichever hole you please, maybe moaning a little – you don’t seem like the type to bother with lubrication, maybe a lubricated condom. Do you use condoms when you rape people? You should. Less risk of leaving DNA evidence. I doubt you’re concerned about STIs or pregnancy though.
Silence.
Lilith: I think you can trust me. We can even go rawdog if you like, I don’t give a shit. Just do me a favour, stop by some convenience store and pick up some lube, I got a neovagina, constructed by surgeons, it’s not self-lubricating, even if you are the romantic type who intends to go down on me before penetration.
Beat.
Lilith: 7-Eleven-
Francis: I already have lube. And condoms.
Lilith: Oh, so you are the romantic type! Date rapist with a little charm. Okay. (Beat.) Does my obvious willingness to fuck turn you off? ‘Cuz I can pretend to be unwilling or unconscious if you prefer that.
Francis: No. I- (Francis swallows – almost as though he is holding back tears.) I- I want you to want it.
Lilith: Oh! Great. That makes this easier. (Lilith gazes at Francis, sizing him up, deciding whether and/or how much she will have to feign attraction. Either he’s pretty good-looking for a one-night-date-rape-turned-dubiously-consensual-encounter, or her latent fawn-response has tricked her body and mind into tolerating his appearance.) Which hole were you thinking? I’ve got at least 3 you could dump your load in. I suppose you could always cut me up and make a few more holes if you like. (Beat.) You can fuck my ass if you want. Just make sure you use lots of lube. And also, I have some poppers in my purse, do you know what poppers are? Let me get a whiff of my poppers, you can really go to town on my pussy or my ass, whichever you prefer.
Beat.
Francis: Which- Which do you prefer?
Lilith: Awww, that’s so sweet! You’ve really got that Date-Rapist’s Charm, you know that? I’d prefer my pussy. Before my surgery, I loved getting sodomized, but ever since the surgery, it just doesn’t have the same appeal. I’ve got a hungry pussy. I’m already horny now, I’d be down to give you some roadhead, if you’d be interested.
Silence.
Francis: N- No. No.
Lilith: Yeah, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. (Beat.) You don’t have to fuck my pussy if you don’t want to. You can fuck my ass if you prefer.
Francis: I’m not gay.
Lilith: Well, I should hope not. It would be really confusing if you were a gay man trying to date-rape a woman.
Beat.
Lilith: It’s okay if you kill me. Really. I could even give you some tips on how to get away with it, if you like.
Francis brakes the van suddenly. Lilith clutches onto the passenger door with her right hand and Francis’s arm with her left.
Lilith: Whoa, what-
Francis violently pushes Lilith’s hand off his arm.
Francis: (Struggling to maintain his composure) Why. Do. You. Say. Those. Awful. Things.
Lilith: I- I’m sorry. I’ve been passively suicidal for almost a decade now. I- I genuinely don’t care if I die.
Francis Dolarhyde stares intently into both of Lilith’s eyes.
Francis: You should. You should.
Silence. Francis Dolarhyde looks at the road ahead of him, winding through a dark wooded area illuminated only by his high beams, and drives. Lilith stares at Francis, completely transfixed, painfully curious about his inner life.
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