Power Trip

The scene ignites in a shadowed parking lot, Jill (Kiarra Kai) huddled in the front passenger seat of a stalled sedan, her face etched with jittery terror, eyes darting like a cornered animal. Her stepdad Terry (Derrick Pierce) yanks open the driver's door, sliding in with a predatory grin that splits his rugged features. She forces a brittle smile in return, all teeth and no warmth, her skin crawling under his gaze. It's Jill's inaugural plunge into Terry's domain—his high school classroom, where he'll lord over her lessons for the first time. Dread coils in her gut; this twisted setup reeks of violation. CUT TO TITLE: POWER TRIP Hours bleed into dusk as Jill drags her feet to Terry's empty classroom, cornered into accepting his ride home. He lounges at his desk, scribbling final notes, his voice oily with forced chatter. She stonewalls him, arms crossed like a barrier. Fury flares in Terry's eyes; he snaps, branding her insolent, a rude little bitch. Jill explodes, venom spilling: she's dodged his groping paws and caveman sexism for years, his leers making her flesh crawl. Terry's rage boils over, veins bulging as he looms, vowing to wield his school clout like a weapon—sabotage her senior year, crush her dreams—unless she spreads wide and surrenders her tight young body to his filthy demands. Hesitation grips her, tears stinging, but the noose tightens; she nods, capitulating to his dominance. Terry's riding high on this savage power rush, ready to claim his forbidden prize with brutal, unrelenting thrusts.