Anal Doesn't Count

Morning light filters through the curtains of her bedroom, where 18-year-old Bethany kneels on the worn floorboards beside her bed, body bowed low in mock devotion. Her voice, soft and saccharine, spills out in prayer—gratitude to God for shielding her family's fragile bliss, binding them in pious chains. She praises the divine fire that she claims to cherish, begging strength to embrace the lost souls who dare stray from its scorching grip. A plea slips in for divine aid on her looming calculus ordeal this Friday, a coy whisper as if bargaining with the heavens. Then, the vow: her flesh and thoughts sealed in virginal lockdown, forever the obedient pawn. But cracks spiderweb through the facade—her gaze darts slyly to the cracked door, words pitched just loud enough to taunt eavesdroppers beyond. Irony coats her tone like venom by the close. She seals it with a fervent cross and a smug 'Amen,' hands slapping her thighs in wicked satisfaction. Seconds tick by before a stern male bark echoes from afar: 'Bethany, school time!' Her head snaps up, eyes locking past the lens with a sneer twisting her lips—raw, defiant—before it melts into bubbly purity. 'Coming, Daddy!' she chirps, snatching her beastly backpack from the sheets and prancing out like sin in pigtails. CUT TO TITLE PLATE: ANAL DOESN'T COUNT. Starring Kyle Mason, Chloe Foster.