INT. UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM – MORNING
The lecture hall hums with anticipation. ANISSA WALLENSTEIN, faded jeans and tired eyes, sits toward the back, flipping nervously through her notes. Her mind drifts.
LECTURER DENISE
Anissa Wallenstein! Explain to the class the role of the mitral valve during systole.
Anissa's head snaps up, heart racing.
ANISSA
Uh… it prevents blood from flowing back into the atrium when the ventricle contracts?
LECTURER DENISE
Precisely—finally. But your attention is elsewhere. We'll talk in my office after class.
Anissa nods, face flushed, guilt simmering.
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INT. UNIVERSITY CORRIDOR – LATER
Anissa walks toward Denise's office, tense. Her phone buzzes:
TEXT FROM TERRY:
"Mom's surgery now needs $2K. Grandma walked."
Her hand shakes. She steels herself. The conversation ahead will change everything.
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INT. DENISE'S OFFICE – DAY
Denise's office is cramped but intense. Books on anatomy line the walls.
LECTURER DENISE
Your performance is dismal. I've seen your grades—practically failing.
ANISSA
(voice breaking)
My mom—her surgery costs too much. I'm trying.
Denise folds her arms, eyes hard.
LECTURER DENISE
I can help. I have connections who pay well—for certain services.
ANISSA
(shocked)
Services?
LECTURER DENISE
You keep people company. Attend events with them. It's discreet. Paid.
Anissa recoils.
ANISSA
I can't—
LECTURER DENISE
(leaning forward)
Then watch your mom lose her chance—and fail on my watch too.
Anissa swallows her tears.
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INT. CAMPUS JOB FAIR — MIDDAY
Anissa moves between booths, hopeful yet haunted. She hands her resume to a high-end salon recruiter.
RECRUITER
We'll call you—don't hold your breath.
Next stop: promotional gig desk.
PROMO REP
Day shifts only. Minimum wage. You in?
ANISSA
(quietly)
I am.
He nods and moves on—no warmth.
Anissa steps back, desperate. Her wallet's thin. Her hope thinner.
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INT. COFFEE AREA — DAY
Anissa meets Nelly and her clique. Gossip bubbles around them—eyes, shoes, whispers.
KATHY
That's Anissa, right? Kind of cute.
MERAB
But no style. Where'd she get that jacket?
Nelly shuts it down protectively.
NELLY
Leave her alone. She's got bigger things going on.
Anissa nods, cheeks burning. Nelly pulls her aside.
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INT. NELLY'S ROOM — EVENING
Anissa breaks down, desperate.
ANISSA
I need two grand. Now.
Nelly slows her breath.
NELLY
I might… know a guy. He helps girls make money. He pays. But I don't know who he is, and it's not charity.
Anissa locks eyes with her.
ANISSA
I'll do it. For my mom.
Nelly exhales, knowing there's no turning back.
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INT. LUXURY SEDAN — NIGHT
Ronnie, frozen in a crisp suit, eyes the road. Nelly rides shotgun.
RONNIE
You got the girl?
NELLY
Yeah, she's pure—desperate—but she doesn't know who she's seeing.
Ronnie snaps his gaze to her.
RONNIE
That's good. Don't screw this up. She's fragile. Break her, she's useless. Keep her tight, she's profitable.
Nelly nods, sweating.
RONNIE
I don't want excuses. She does what she's told. Everything else costs. Clear?
Nelly swallows.
NELLY
Crystal.
Ronnie's words hang like a threat.
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INT. ROYALE CLUB – LATE EVENING
Neon pulses. Thumping bass shakes her bones. Anissa trembles at the door.
Nelly hands Anissa a black dress
NELLY
"Put this on . No questions"
ANISSA ( panicking)
"Who... who's the guy?"
NELLY(Avoiding eye contact)
"Doesn't matter. He's loaded. One night. And you're free."
Anissa hesitates. Nelly shoves the dress at her.
NELLY(harsh)
"Do it. Or watch your Mom die."
Anissa's face crumbles. She grabs the dress.
Nelly leads her inside—they weave through the crowd until a drunk YOSHI stumbles toward them.
YOSHI
Hey, baby… wanna dance?
He grabs Anissa's arm.
Anissa yelps. Nelly slams her hand on Yoshi's chest.
NELLY
Back off, creep.
Yoshi recoils. Anissa's eyes are wide—panic and relief collide.
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INT. VIP BOOTH – NIGHT
Anissa and Nelly settle. Silence beats louder than any music.
NELLY
Relax. He's coming.
Moments later, Steven Derulo enters—sharp suit, cold presence. He doesn't smile.
STEVEN
You're the one in need. I'm the one with the money. Understand?
Anissa nods, pulse pounding.
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INT. STEVEN'S SUITE – LATE NIGHT
The room is low-lit golden haze. Steven's voice is cold business.
STEVEN
Strip.
Anissa's hands shake as she removes her clothes. No gentleness, only business.
His hands grip her rough, commanding. Her breath comes faster. Her innocence fractures.
He shows her the transactional truth—money, power, ownership.
No comfort. No future. Only now.
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INT. ANISSA'S ROOM – DAWN .WEEKS LATER
Anissa wakes alone. Clear signs of the night—her body trembles, mind haunted. Phone vibrates. Video link
ANISSA ( voice shaking)
"No.."
Her phone rings. Unknown caller: STEVEN DERULO.
STEVEN (V.O.)
"you know the deal. 5 rounds or viral. The choice is yours
He hangs up. Anissa's world closes in.
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TO BE CONTINUED...