5 rounds or viral

INT. ANISSA'S BEDROOM — MORNING

The phone buzzes violently on the nightstand.

Anissa groans, face buried in the pillow. Her hand fumbles for the phone.

ON SCREEN:

5 MISSED CALLS — STEVEN DERULO

7 UNREAD MESSAGES

1 VIDEO FILE

ANISSA (groggy, breath hitching)

Fuck.

She stares at the screen, heart pounding.

Doesn't open it. Drops the phone on the bed like it burned her skin.

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INT. UNIVERSITY LECTURE HALL — DAY

Crowded. Loud. Students laughing, scrolling through their phones.

Anissa stumbles in.

Hair a mess. Hollow, sleepless eyes.

She takes a seat mid-row. Focus nonexistent.

LECTURER (O.S.)

And if you'll turn to chapter six—

It's all muffled.

HER POV:

A cluster of girls whispering.

A guy two rows down smirking at his phone.

Another girl gasping at whatever she's watching.

Paranoia sets in.

ANISSA (V.O.)

They know.

They fucking know.

DENVER (leaning over, whispering)

Yo… you good? You're acting weird.

ANISSA (snapping, eyes darting)

I'm fine.

Denver leans back, frowning.

Her phone buzzes again.

ON SCREEN:

VIDEO FILE. VOICE NOTE.

She stares at it.

Thumb hovers.

She presses play.

STEVEN (V.O., low, cold, cocky)

I gave you one night to think it over. Five rounds… or you go viral. Tick tock, sweetheart.

Her breath falters.

Hands tremble.

Another video file drops.

Then another.

And another.

ANISSA (V.O.)

God, make it stop…

She bolts from the seat, grabs her bag, and rushes out.

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INT. CAMPUS BATHROOM — MOMENTS LATER

Anissa locks herself in a stall.

Back against the door.

Slides down onto the cold tile floor.

She stares at the phone.

Opens the video.

ON SCREEN:

Her.

Him.

Every brutal second.

She lets out a strangled sob, hand clamping over her mouth.

Thumb jabs CALL.

STEVEN (O.S., smug)

Knew you'd grow some balls eventually.

ANISSA (broken)

I… I can't… I swear to God, I—

STEVEN (stone cold, businesslike)

Stop. I'm not your therapist. This ain't confession. It's business.

You signed your pussy over last night. Now you finish the job or you go viral before sunset.

ANISSA (voice breaking)

Please…

STEVEN (cutting, no patience)

No speeches. No tears. No fucking ultimatums. Five rounds. Clean. No attitude.

Beat. Her silence is answer enough.

STEVEN (darkly amused)

Good girl.

Location drops at 7. Don't be late. And fix your face — you look weak.

Click. Call ends.

Anissa curls into herself.

Silent sobs.

Phone cracked.

Dignity shattered.

TO BE CONTINUED....