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Seen Not Heard: An Alexis Fawx Story
SCENE OPENS on Anna—Alexis Fawx—sitting at the edge of her hospital bed in a patient gown, eyes shut, fists clenched, every muscle locked. The room’s dark, just her silhouette against the shadows flickering through the curtain. Monsters, she mutters, don’t just grow in the dark; they’re made. Ugly, huge, terrifying, crouched under the bed, hiding where the light can’t touch, dressed up in every fear you’ve ever had, ready to fuck you raw the second you slip up. Flashback. Eighteen-year-old Anna—Bobbi Dylan—perches on her bed. Some older guy steps in with a brown paper bag, says, "Hi sweetie, how was your day?" and slides a blindfold over her eyes. His fingertip grazes her lips, dips into a cup of chocolate pudding, then pushes between her teeth. She licks it clean. "You know what happens if you guess wrong, don’t you, Anna?" he whispers. She nods, mouth full. The door slams. Back in the ward, grown Anna rocks and cries, half laughing, "I guessed it right!" A male orderly—Seth Gamble—shows up, grabs her shoulders, tucks her in like a good boy scout. "Everything’ll be fine, doc sees you in the morning," he croons, running a hand over her face until her eyes close. TITLE PLATE. Morning. Anna snaps up; younger Anna is in the corner, bright-eyed, still in her nightgown. "Doctor’s waiting," she chirps. The orderly steps in, only addresses the older Anna. The kid takes her hand and drags her along like nothing’s weird. Doctor’s office. Eric Masterson flips charts, asks the usual. Younger Anna leans in, whispers, "Seen, not heard." Anna starts shaking the words out, louder, frantic: "Be seen, not heard!" She gets hauled out, younger Anna left behind smirking, then winking at the clueless doctor. Night again. Orderly brings the tray. Anna yells she isn’t hungry, rolls over, and finds the teenager already under the blanket beside her. Young Anna scoops food, feeds it to her mouth-to-mouth, tells her to be good. Then she crawls to the orderly, drops his scrubs, and asks if he wants his cock sucked. Calm as ever, he says, "Sure, Anna." She takes him deep. Older Anna watches from the bed, brain screaming that none of this can be real.
SCENE OPENS on Anna—Alexis Fawx—sitting at the edge of her hospital bed in a patient gown, eyes shut, fists clenched, every muscle locked. The room’s dark, just her silhouette against the shadows flickering through the curtain. Monsters, she mutters, don’t just grow in the dark; they’re made. Ugly, huge, terrifying, crouched under the bed, hiding where the light can’t touch, dressed up in every fear you’ve ever had, ready to fuck you raw the second you slip up. Flashback. Eighteen-year-old Anna—Bobbi Dylan—perches on her bed. Some older guy steps in with a brown paper bag, says, "Hi sweetie, how was your day?" and slides a blindfold over her eyes. His fingertip grazes her lips, dips into a cup of chocolate pudding, then pushes between her teeth. She licks it clean. "You know what happens if you guess wrong, don’t you, Anna?" he whispers. She nods, mouth full. The door slams. Back in the ward, grown Anna rocks and cries, half laughing, "I guessed it right!" A male orderly—Seth Gamble—shows up, grabs her shoulders, tucks her in like a good boy scout. "Everything’ll be fine, doc sees you in the morning," he croons, running a hand over her face until her eyes close. TITLE PLATE. Morning. Anna snaps up; younger Anna is in the corner, bright-eyed, still in her nightgown. "Doctor’s waiting," she chirps. The orderly steps in, only addresses the older Anna. The kid takes her hand and drags her along like nothing’s weird. Doctor’s office. Eric Masterson flips charts, asks the usual. Younger Anna leans in, whispers, "Seen, not heard." Anna starts shaking the words out, louder, frantic: "Be seen, not heard!" She gets hauled out, younger Anna left behind smirking, then winking at the clueless doctor. Night again. Orderly brings the tray. Anna yells she isn’t hungry, rolls over, and finds the teenager already under the blanket beside her. Young Anna scoops food, feeds it to her mouth-to-mouth, tells her to be good. Then she crawls to the orderly, drops his scrubs, and asks if he wants his cock sucked. Calm as ever, he says, "Sure, Anna." She takes him deep. Older Anna watches from the bed, brain screaming that none of this can be real.