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Anne - Act One: The Orphanage
Late. A cop car rolls up to this big group home for wayward girls. The cop climbs out, fixes his crotch, and walks in like he owns the place. No one answers, so he lets himself in and heads straight for Mr. Hands' office. Guy runs a state-funded orphanage that’s supposed to kick the girls out at eighteen, but he’s got a better plan—secret back room where he keeps the adults and puts them to work for him. He finds Mr. Hands in a smoking jacket, getting head from a dirty half-naked eighteen-year-old on her hands and knees. She doesn’t even look up. Hands waves the cop in like it’s nothing. Cop wants his envelope. Hands talks shit about business while he’s still getting sucked, bragging about a new girl named Anne—abandoned as a baby, still clutching the broken-heart necklace her mother left her, convinced her parents are coming back. Intercut shots show Anne being marched to the secret room. We only see her hands gripping the necklace. Cop tells Hands to cut the sob story and hand over the cash. Keep the girls quiet, no one will come looking. They’re all adults, right? Hands stands, sends the girl away, passes the envelope. Before the cop leaves he smirks and asks if the new one’s at least pretty. Hands grins, says she’s the prettiest yet—a redhead. Inside the room Anne sits on a cot. Camera pulls back to show seven other eighteen-year-olds. It’s a sweatshop. They package used panties for black-market sales, do cam shows, and fuck Hands for relief from chores. Sally, the frail one with leg braces, is curled up trying to sleep. Patty and Bonnie—Hands’ longest-running girls—barge in and start picking on her. Patty mocks Sally, says Hands will want the cripple next. They go girl to girl, groping and offering favors, laughing. Anne jumps up to stop them. Patty fires back that Anne’s the reason they’re all working double—virgin goody-two-shoes who won’t put out. Hands storms in, catches the fight, pins the blame on Anne, doubles her chores. Then he offers the usual way out. He drags Patty and Bonnie forward, makes them make out to get him hard, fucks them right in front of Anne while they tease her. She still says no. He cums in their mouths; they lick him clean and tell Anne she’s a prude. Her parents aren’t coming. She’s got nowhere else. He rips the necklace off her and leaves. Anne collapses, crying. Two weeks later she’s scrubbing the courtyard alone, depressed, while the others goof off. Only Sally helps. A luxury car pulls up. Ms. Farling steps out—assistant to some rich guy who wants an orphan for a charity event. Hands tries to steer her away, says they only have troublemakers. Farling spots Anne through the window anyway. She kneels, talks to the girl, offers to help her find her parents. Anne smiles for the first time in weeks. Hands butts in, calls Anne a thief, says she’s not good enough. Farling doesn’t care. She’s made her choice. Hands puts on a fake smile and says he’ll bring Anne himself in the morning. Soon as Farling’s gone the smile drops. He drags Anne to his office, throws her on the couch, tells her she’s not going anywhere. She begs. He dangles the broken heart and makes her repeat the offer: she’ll fuck him if he still takes her tomorrow. He smiles, drops his pants, takes her virginity on the spot. After he cums he snorts a line, then says he’s changed his mind—maybe Patty instead. Anne wasn’t worth the wait. She lunges for the necklace; he grabs her throat and locks her in the closet. He kicks back at his desk while she pounds on the door.
Late. A cop car rolls up to this big group home for wayward girls. The cop climbs out, fixes his crotch, and walks in like he owns the place. No one answers, so he lets himself in and heads straight for Mr. Hands' office. Guy runs a state-funded orphanage that’s supposed to kick the girls out at eighteen, but he’s got a better plan—secret back room where he keeps the adults and puts them to work for him. He finds Mr. Hands in a smoking jacket, getting head from a dirty half-naked eighteen-year-old on her hands and knees. She doesn’t even look up. Hands waves the cop in like it’s nothing. Cop wants his envelope. Hands talks shit about business while he’s still getting sucked, bragging about a new girl named Anne—abandoned as a baby, still clutching the broken-heart necklace her mother left her, convinced her parents are coming back. Intercut shots show Anne being marched to the secret room. We only see her hands gripping the necklace. Cop tells Hands to cut the sob story and hand over the cash. Keep the girls quiet, no one will come looking. They’re all adults, right? Hands stands, sends the girl away, passes the envelope. Before the cop leaves he smirks and asks if the new one’s at least pretty. Hands grins, says she’s the prettiest yet—a redhead. Inside the room Anne sits on a cot. Camera pulls back to show seven other eighteen-year-olds. It’s a sweatshop. They package used panties for black-market sales, do cam shows, and fuck Hands for relief from chores. Sally, the frail one with leg braces, is curled up trying to sleep. Patty and Bonnie—Hands’ longest-running girls—barge in and start picking on her. Patty mocks Sally, says Hands will want the cripple next. They go girl to girl, groping and offering favors, laughing. Anne jumps up to stop them. Patty fires back that Anne’s the reason they’re all working double—virgin goody-two-shoes who won’t put out. Hands storms in, catches the fight, pins the blame on Anne, doubles her chores. Then he offers the usual way out. He drags Patty and Bonnie forward, makes them make out to get him hard, fucks them right in front of Anne while they tease her. She still says no. He cums in their mouths; they lick him clean and tell Anne she’s a prude. Her parents aren’t coming. She’s got nowhere else. He rips the necklace off her and leaves. Anne collapses, crying. Two weeks later she’s scrubbing the courtyard alone, depressed, while the others goof off. Only Sally helps. A luxury car pulls up. Ms. Farling steps out—assistant to some rich guy who wants an orphan for a charity event. Hands tries to steer her away, says they only have troublemakers. Farling spots Anne through the window anyway. She kneels, talks to the girl, offers to help her find her parents. Anne smiles for the first time in weeks. Hands butts in, calls Anne a thief, says she’s not good enough. Farling doesn’t care. She’s made her choice. Hands puts on a fake smile and says he’ll bring Anne himself in the morning. Soon as Farling’s gone the smile drops. He drags Anne to his office, throws her on the couch, tells her she’s not going anywhere. She begs. He dangles the broken heart and makes her repeat the offer: she’ll fuck him if he still takes her tomorrow. He smiles, drops his pants, takes her virginity on the spot. After he cums he snorts a line, then says he’s changed his mind—maybe Patty instead. Anne wasn’t worth the wait. She lunges for the necklace; he grabs her throat and locks her in the closet. He kicks back at his desk while she pounds on the door.