. HUSBAND studies her.]
Husband: Honey? She won’t feel a thing. [DAUGHTER gapes at the scene before her.]
Husband: Er—
Wife: [muffled animal noises]
Daughter: OH MY GOD! Wife: I’m AHHHHH—consenting! . . They recline on the couch, naked except for red heels and black collars. WIFE lightly runs her fingers over DAUGHTER’s shaved pudenda.]
Daughter [shivers]: Oh, Mommy . [WIFE takes the bottle into her mouth. I lost weight, got a better job, bought her gifts, took those “get a personality” classes—everything. Scene freezes.]
[SPOKESMAN voiceover]: Men, has this happened to you? Employee 1: Oh! Nothing worked. Husband [takes enormous, calming breath]: Look, I just—
Wife: You sonofabitch, you’re going to jail! Wife: Help! You see, for the 48-hour process, we put her into a coma. [HUSBAND screams and struggles. HUSBAND studies her.]
Husband: Honey? Please! Husband [bristling]: You leave. Cop 1: Shut the FUCK UP, bitch! Let’s make my bitch airtight, shall we? Keep cleaning. . You FREAKS! [WIFE’s face demonic. Right, sport? [Places the lip of the bottle against WIFE’s anus.]
Wife: OHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD—
[HUSBAND smacks WIFE’s rear, hard.] Shut up, you dumb
