Possessive

The scene opens on Natalie, a 20-year-old college girl, lying quiet in her tiny apartment bed. She’s been trying to ignore the man knocking for minutes. When it finally stops, she waits a beat, then sneaks over and peeks past the curtain. She spots him and yanks back fast, hiding behind the door. The knocking starts again—louder, rougher. Panic hits. He shouts through the wood, says he’s not leaving. Natalie bites her nail, sighs, and cracks the door open. Tony’s massive, biceps bulging, holding two empty duffels and looking pissed. He mutters curses, then launches into his spiel. "I’m Tony with Flexline Repossessions. Here to grab what you owe on that defaulted student loan—pretty sure you know that." Natalie looks crushed. She tells him she’s starting a new job, can start paying again by month’s end. Tony flashes a fake-sweet smile. "Great, then this’ll be the last time you see me," he says, shoving past her into the room. The camera lingers on her face as she shuts the door. He rips through her stuff, tossing clothes, books, anything worth money into the bags. He barely listens when she begs him not to touch gifts from her boyfriend or family heirlooms. Every few minutes he stops working just to stare at her tits, laugh at how fucked she is, sniff her panties before he bags them, ask if her mom’s hot, and wave the dildo he finds in her drawer while wondering if her boyfriend can get her off as good as that toy. Natalie stays polite, just trying to get it over with, even when he crowds her space and towers over her. When the bags are full he checks the total and shakes his head—still short. Natalie starts to cry. He glances out the window, sees her red car. "That yours?" She begs, clutching at his arm. "Please, I need it for my new job. Without it I can’t pay the rest. You took everything else." Tony grins, enjoying every second. "Well," he says slowly, "there’s one other thing you could give up instead."