I Spit on Your Grave: Vengeance is Mine Page #3

Nobody will help you.

You have to do it yourself.

You have to walk out

and never look back.

And if that doesn't work,

you take a paring knife

and you fillet it like a fish.

You pull the guts out

and you cut the f***ing head off.

How you doing?

- I'm so grateful for this group.

- Thank you, Kensly.

Want to get a beer after?

- Cassie.

- Sure.

Are you ready to share?

My parents got divorced

when I was seven.

My morn, she took it

really hard.

And, you know, really.

Well, it was a big deal

when she met Ron.

You know, 'cause she'd been

so unhappy for so long

and now she was happy again

and everybody was, like, relieved.

And Ron was like this

big hero to everyone,

which I always thought was pretty shitty

when you think about it, you know?

So at first...

at first I didn't say anything,

like, when he started.

And, you know,

the weirdest thing about it

is that I still sometimes

think about it.

Like all twisted around

and stuff.

Like I deserved it

or something.

And because of that,

because I didn't say

something right away,

like that meant that I liked

it or something.

I don't know.

It's dumb or whatever.

But that's just the way

I used to think about it.

- Are you kidding me?

- The guy still lives there.

How is that even possible?

Well, the stepdad Ron,

he denied it.

And the mom

never really believed

that anything happened

in the first place, so...

So she just has to live

with a guy who rapes her?

Mmm-hmm. And she's terrified...

terrified that her mom's

gonna find out about group.

She thinks she's smoking pot

with the neighbor.

How f***ed up is that?

A teenager sneaking out

of the house for rape counseling.

Shitty rape counseling.

It's just what I'm always saying,

you know?

Give a woman a fish and she makes

dinner for her piece-of-sh*t husband.

Teach the woman to kill

the piece-of-sh*t husband,

and she never has to make

dinner again.

A message of hope.

It's beautiful, really.

It's like an epidemic

of browbeaten women

too afraid to stand up

against abusive men.

I mean,

that's family values for you.

Wives and daughters

trapped in little boxes

stacked side by side

in neat little rows

with monsters in there

torturing them year after year.

That's the institution

of marriage

that everybody

is so desperate to protect

where women are slaves

to pedophiles and wife-heaters.

That's the way

some of them want it.

They get off on it.

Can only come if they're

getting the sh*t beat out of them.

That's the way mine is.

Yeah, we're gonna need

some shots.

- He's drunk.

- Come on.

Oh, my God.

He's so drunk.

Man moves fast.

He's like the fastest drunk

in the world.

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