There were five other girls there. Five other girls to star in this movie. I'll never forget their faces. A big man with a scar that ran from his jaw down into his shirt (and all the way down to his navel i'd later find out) came around with a hat. We drew numbers out of it. My trembling hand held the number four written in a bold steady hand. A hand that hadn't been terrified or starving. A hand i hated intensely just looking at the number. This movie was weird i decided when they rolled the camera without telling us anything. The big man came around, consulted each girl's scrap of paper and lightly carved the number into our naked hip. Just a scratch really. Just enough so that we couldn't remove or alter them. Not one of the girls in attendance made any sort of fuss. Some watched the carving, some watched the cameras, i stared at the floor. I guess we were all beyond caring. When the last number was on the last hip the lights died and cameras stopped. Nothing happened. For a long time. Finally the redhead seemed so exhausted she sat down. A blond wondered to the far wall and leaned against it. The tiny girl next to me asked me if i knew what the hell was going on. I shook my head and walked away from her, we hadn't been told to talk. Walking made my head spin, i felt like i was going to pass out. My outstretched hand found the wall the same time the lights snapped on and the cameras were rolling again. The big man grabbed me, i was on the floor. He was on me, he was in me. I didn't care. I didn't even care enough to preform. Fuck them. I lay under him stiff and defiant. I expected a slap or someone to yell cut or something. Instead he fucked with abandon and laughed in my face. “It doesn't matter sweetheart. In a few hours nothing will matter to you anymore. Maxie will make it so you don't care about a thing.” And, suddenly, i was scared.
