There's all kinds that come to the Hole.
Some, they're just passing through.
Some, some come to be sold
like fresh meat from the slaughterhouse.
And there's my personal favorite.
It's the ones that need to be taken down a notch.
The ones that need a little break in the spirit.
And that's where I come in,
stripping 'em of any hope they may have had.
Yeah, it's a real pleasure doing what I do.
And there's no one here to stop me.
Nobody cares about these little bitches.
They're forgotten.
They're forgotten by Mommy.
They're forgotten by Daddy.
And they're forgotten by God.
First time in the hole, I imagine.
What?
Oh man, they gave you some good shit.
Relax.
You're among your own kind.
I am not a junkie.
Could've fooled me.
What'd you say this place was?
Well,
junkie prostitutes like myself call it the Hole.
It's a holding cell,
'til you get moved, sold
or broken.
Broken?
Oh yeah.
Yeah, mm.
Don't worry about it, newbie.
You'll find out soon enough.
It's all about stripping you of that spoiled little spirit.
Do I know you?
No, but I know you.
You know me?
I know your type.
Fuckin' streetwalker that thinks she's an escort.
This clearly isn't your world,
at least not yet.
You know, there's a thousand more
of you made every fuckin' day.
What are you, jealous of me?
I ain't jealous of no one.
Nice ink.
Is that supposed to be some target
for men to aim at when they finish?
What'd you say, you fuckin' bitch?
You heard me.
Are we gonna have a fuckin' problem, you and I?
No.
Are we going to have a fuckin' problem?
I said we're good.
Oh yeah.
Yeah, mm.
How long do we have to stay in this place?
A few days, tops.
Great.
I know a commodity like yourself has never had
to wait in a dump like this,
but try not to bitch and moan about it too much, huh?
At least the guard likes you, huh?
Oh yeah.
I was watching the way he was looking at you
when he came in through the door.
He's,
he's not allowed to do anything?
Allowed?
He can do whatever he wants.
It's all part of us being here.
You know, they try and break you down a little,
show you what it's really all about.
Why do I need breaking?
My man knows that I can do my job.
Did you just say, "My man?"
Yeah, so.
You delusional, little headcase.
What do you think,
your fuckin' pimp is your boyfriend or something?
He loves me.
He doesn't give two shits about you.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.
I betcha that was your first few times
getting high, too, huh?
I bet he's in there right now,
talking to your pimp,
getting your next fix ready,
getting himself all worked up
about the good time he's gonna have.
Oh yeah.
It's gonna be a fun night.
God, shut up!
You know what?
You might want to save your strength for later.
You're gonna need it.
I said shut your fuckin' mouth.
Tell me to shut up one more fucking time!
Oh God, you!
Shit!
Take that, you stupid bitch!
Watch out! Fuck you!
Let me go!
Damn you. God, you're fucking crazy!
Get off!
Get the fuck off!
Ow!
Oh God, ow!
I didn't do anything.
Let me go!
It's all her!
God!
No, stop, no.
No, please.
Please, stop, I didn't do anything.
Stop it, let me go!
Ow, ow!
No, you fuckin' don't.
Yeah.
Is my girl alive?
Yup.
Good.
You know what to do.
Yeah.
Do you want out?
Yes, my, my arm hurts.
You want a hit?
Thank you.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, please!
No, please stop!
Stop, no!
Stop it.
Please, help me!
Please, please, please!
Please, help me.
No, no, I don't.
You girls play nice.
It's time to wake up, honey.
Mommy?
What's that in your arm?
Do you want a hit?
'Cause you're very, very special to me.
You're my only girl.
Yeah, let me see your behind a little bit.
There you go.
You can't tell anybody anything, okay?
You want a hit?
Do you want a hit?
No, no, no.
No!
No, no!
You got any food in here?
He hasn't fed us yet.
So, asshole, you're fuckin' us and not feedin' us?
What's your name?
Carla.
I'm Star.
They brought me in from Georgia.
Bastards haven't told me where I'm going yet.
Where are you from?
California, but I've been in Vegas
for the last couple of years.
I'm just here to get a ride up to Washington.
Ride to Washington?
They only bring you to the Hole
if they're trading you out, darling.
I tried to tell her.
Well, no, no, no, no, no, no,
my man just says that I'm only here to get a ride.
She really doesn't know?
Look, darling, you were brought here
to learn the way things are.
Your man didn't send you here, darling.
I'm sorry, it's your pimp.
All he cares about is you being returned
a little more submissive, a little more dependent,
a little more...
Broken.
Why do you think that creep in the next room was able
to do what he did to you, darling?
It's how they pay him to hold us,
as sick as that may sound.
As long as he doesn't permanently damage the merchandise.
Okay, so seriously, y'all got any food around here?
No, I'm sorry, we don't.
Hey.
Hey, are you okay?
Hey.
What the hell's wrong with her?
I don't know.
She was fine, and then she just, like, fell over.
Oh fuck.
What?
Oh dammit.
What, what's wrong with her?
Oh God. She's diabetic.
This happened to my mom.
Well, what are we supposed to do?
Hey, hey, honey, come on.
Asshole, she needs her medicine!
Star.
She's diabetic!
You need to come out here right now!
Come on, Star.
Star, stay awake, okay.
Come on, sweetheart, you have to wake up.
What are we supposed to do? Oh she's not gonna,
she's not gonna make it.
No, please don't say that.
Star?
Star, come on.
Star, Star, you have to wake up.
Star, Star, come on.
Come on, Star, please.
Come on.
She's not gonna make it. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Hey, wake up!
Hey!
What's wrong with you?
Star, Star, come on.
Yeah? Come on, Star.
Can you hear me? Hey, Jonny C.
I got a problem with this new ginger bitch.
What's wrong with her?
No, no, no, no. She's sick or something.
No, she's gotta be okay. Has that bitch
got any track marks?
I'll check it out.
She's gone. Star, please, come on.
Come on, ow!
She's clean.
Fuck!
Just dump her, and I'll handle things
on my end. She's diabetic!
She needs medicine!
I'll take care of it.
What's your game, lady?
I remember getting my first Coach bag,
and I didn't want to take it anywhere.
Like, I was afraid I was gonna, like, scrape it
or scratch it, which is stupid.
It's a purse.
I should be able to just, like, carry it around, but I was.
I was terrified.
I know the feeling.
I was like that
when my dad bought me my first bike
for my birthday.
That was the last thing he bought me before he died.
How old were you?
12.
I don't know, I kind of, uh,
blame him sometimes for me being here.
I don't know, if he hadn't of died, I just,
I think that I wouldn't have gotten mixed up
with the wrong fucking guys that got me
into shit a 12-year-old should never have been in.
I don't know.
So what about your old man?
Bet you he treated you like a princess.
My mom and I left when I was little.
But there at the end, I remember them fighting a lot.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
Yeah, see, there you go.
What's your name?
It's okay.
My name's Carla.
Come on, sweetie, let's go sit down, okay?
Why is she here?
What?
Why is she here?
The same damn reason we're here.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
When the fuck are you gonna wake up?
Wait, they can't do this!
Oh they can, and they will.
And they will continue to do so,
the younger, the better.
Hey.
Get your fuckin' hands off me.
We have to do something.
Oh, and what are you gonna do about it, hero?
More than you, apparently.
It's okay, just stay right here, okay?
Please, please don't do this.
Please don't hurt her, please, please, stop.
It's time for your dose.
Please, please, not in front of the girl.
Would you rather her take your spot?
Enjoy the ride.
I'm here.
Daddy?
Daddy, Daddy, what are you doing?
I'm fine, sweetheart.
I've given birth.
No, no.
Sorry, sweetheart.
No!
Stop it!
Let go of her!
Don't even think about it.
Please, please, you don't have to do this, please.
Oh!
All right, get up there.
I said get up there!
Grab a hold of that pole.
You monster!
You can't do this!
She's a little girl!
Get off of me, bitch.
She's gonna make a lot of men very, very happy.
Come here, sweetie.
Come here.
There we go.
Do you like books?
Yeah.
Okay.
Bubba's Summer.
Don't tell me you plan on reading to this kid.
She hasn't said a damn word
since she's been in this shit hole.
I don't know what to say.
Some of us actually know how to give a damn.
All right.
Somewhere in a small town lived a very lonely dog
whose name was Bubba.
Yeah, he's right there.
Bubba never had any friends,
because his town was very small,
and he looked different.
Oh see, look.
No one ever wanted to play with Bubba.
Actually, they made fun of Bubba,
because his legs didn't work.
One day, a little girl from the city came
to town to visit her grandma.
Her name was Rosie.
Look, see, she kind of looks like you.
One morning, Rosie was playing in her grandmother's backyard
when she spotted Bubba through the fence.
Yeah, see, she sees him.
Rosie called to Bubba.
She said, "Come here, boy, come here."
Now see, look, he's stickin' his head through the fence.
And Bubba came to the fence.
"Hi, I'm Rosie.
"What's your name?"
And the dog said, "I'm Bubba."
The dog can talk?
It's a children's book.
From that day forward, Rosie and Bubba were best friends.
Oh look, see, they play catch through the fence.
Yeah, he's chasing that ball.
They told stories, and they even shared lunch.
Oh, I would love a sandwich right now, wouldn't you?
One day, when Rosie came to the fence, Bubba wasn't there.
When Mrs. Powell came outside, Rosie called to her.
"Mrs. Powell, where's Bubba?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart, but,
"but Bubba died, last night.
"He's in Heaven now."
Rosie started to cry, because she was sad.
But Mrs. Powell, she was very nice to Rosie,
and she said, "Don't be sad, sweetheart.
"Everything eventually dies.
"Bubba is in Heaven now."
Dog dies, but don't worry.
You're gonna see him
in some imaginary, magical fairy tale land.
Oh I don't, I don't feel good.
Yeah, it's all that junk he's been shooting in you.
I'm not a junkie!
By tomorrow,
you'll be asking for it, trust me.
Come on, sweetheart.
Let's lay down, okay?
Hi, sweetie, you look beautiful.
Ready to go?
You know who I am?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Sweetheart, sweetheart, not now.
Not now, okay?
Looks like you're having a hard time.
Go to hell!
You give me another taste, and I'll give you one.
Or better yet, how about I take this fresh meat upstairs.
Show her how it's done.
You sick bastard!
I bet the only reason that you have to take it is
because no one would willingly love you.
I bet your own mother spent nine months looking
for a coat hanger!
Hey.
I think she's had enough, okay.
Why don't you say you and I go into the other room?
I'd like to give you a reward, and I'd like to get away
from that little shit and that wannabe mom over there.
Be as rough as you like with me.
Yeah.
I'll be back soon.
You're safe, kid.
For now.
There's an art to what I do.
It's not just slapping these bitches around
or shootin' them up with junk.
Though these are good techniques, tried and tested,
any jerk-off can do that.
It's all in the pacing,
the seduction,
the hope it'll all stop if they just comply.
Hell, some come runnin' to the Hole,
trying to escape their own fucked up realities.
And the others,
they're just thrown in.
Hey.
You're right.
I do need a little help.
I understand.
I understand that I'm only here to please men like you.
You're learning.
Come in here.
I'll make it worth your time.
Sit down, bitch, sit down!
Please, I just need a little.
Say something.
Are you gonna help me or not?
I want you to bring me that girl.
What?
If you want a taste,
you'll bring me that girl.
What are you talking about?
She's right there.
I said bring me that girl.
Please.
Please don't make me do this.
Come here, sweetheart.
You have to go.
She, she, she's not gonna come.
You scare her.
Wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
What the hell do you want?
I want you to bring me that girl.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
Please.
You have to go, hey.
You have to go.
I can't, I can't take it.
Kimmy!
Hey!
Mariah, Mariah, stop it.
Stop doing that, stop it.
Help me!
Somebody please help me!
I'm here.
Kimmy?
Help me, and I'll help you.
You have to die now.
Bad dream?
Yeah, well,
you're still in it.
Where's Kimmy?
So you named her now?
What, that's it, isn't it?
That little shit hasn't said a damn word
since she's been in here.
Oh.
How could you know her name?
Anyway, it doesn't matter.
She's gone.
Gone, what do you mean gone?
I mean gone.
The guard came in here, snatched her up.
She hasn't been back since.
How long?
I don't know, a couple of hours.
Listen, this was bound to happen.
She's not gonna stay as long as you.
She's a sought-after item in this world.
She's not an item.
Listen, Carla, you only come to the Hole for two reasons,
to be broken or to be sold.
Yeah?
Then why are you still here?
I'm here to die.
Are you okay?
Did he hurt you?
I am so sorry, sweetheart.
I'm gonna get you out of here, okay.
Look, I don't care what happens to me anymore,
but I am not going to stand here and let him have her.
Let's kill this motherfucker.
I've never killed anyone before.
Neither have I, although I did drop some big bitch,
when I was upstate, a little smaller than him.
I know what to do.
Okay.
I am so sorry
for what I did,
but I'm gonna make it right.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
So what do we do?
But he's not gonna come in for something he's already had.
We have to put the fear in him.
So how do we get him in here?
There's only one thing a holding guard is afraid of,
damaged goods.
What?
Wouldn't want to hurt
that money-makin' face, now would we?
Do not move!
She's a fuckin' psycho.
Did you see what she did to...
Let me see, let me see it.
Let me see it.
Stop it.
I'm trying to see.
Hold that.
Stop!
Come on.
Fuck!
Come on, let's go, go!
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
We did it.
She got out.
No, no, no.
Don't be afraid.
I'm here.
I like to play piano.
Why did you leave?
Why'd you leave?
She loves you.
Dad.
Who are you?
You know who I am.
No, no, no, I, I don't.
I, I, I, I don't, I don't know.
I don't know.
Now it's time for you to die.
Yeah.
The money just hit for the little one.
What the fuck's wrong with you?
I just told you we got paid.
One of the girls is dead.
Are you shitting me?
What else happened?
Carla's sliced up a little bit.
You are fucking useless.
What do you want me to do?
Run.
Oh fuck!
Kimmy, Kimmy, go stand over there.
Kimmy, come on, come on, come on.
Go!
No!
Die, bitch.
Yeah.
The Hole doesn't just break the girls.
The darkness takes hold,
numbs the senses,
makes you forget who you are.
It creates monsters like myself.
And like any bullshit bedtime story you tell your kids,
the monster eventually dies.