Lick and Die

CASSANDRA (20, quiet, worn-out clothes, eyes downcast) is kneeling on the floor.

IRIS (21, beautiful, arrogant, designer clothes) and FREYA (21, more vicious, cruel smile) tower over her. Iris has one bare foot planted on Cassandra’s head.

IRIS

(laughing)

Come on, mop. Show us how good you are at this.

Cassandra hesitates, tears in her eyes. Freya kicks her lightly in the ribs.

FREYA

Lick. And do it properly. Otherwise we’ll tell everyone you’re a disgusting pervert who sniffs other people’s shoes.

Humiliated, Cassandra leans forward and slowly licks the sole of Iris’s foot. The two girls laugh loudly.

IRIS

(disgusted yet pleased)

Fuck, she’s so pathetic. Look at her drooling.

FREYA

(she takes off her own shoe and presses her foot against Cassandra’s face)

My turn. And suck between the toes, you little slut.

Close-up on Cassandra’s broken face as she obeys. The girls’ laughter echoes.

IRIS

You’re nothing but a piece of shit, Cassandra. At least you’re a useful one.

CUT TO BLACK + ELLIPSE

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INT. CASSANDRA’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Small, old, poorly maintained apartment.

Cassandra, alone, looks at her phone. Her expression has changed: cold, determined. She sends a message.

CASSANDRA (voice over / text read aloud)

“Girls’ night at my place tonight? Let’s forget everything. Kisses.”

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EXT/INT. CASSANDRA’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Iris and Freya arrive, dressed sexy. They’re already laughing in the hallway.

IRIS

(under her breath)

Is she crazy inviting us over? After everything we did to her?

FREYA

She must love getting humiliated. It’s her thing.

They enter. Cassandra greets them with a forced but polite smile.

CASSANDRA

Thanks for coming. Make yourselves comfortable, I’ll prepare some snacks.

As soon as she turns her back, Freya spits on the floor. Iris spits on Cassandra’s back (who pretends not to notice).

IRIS

(quietly)

Look at this shitty apartment. We’re in the poor zone.

They sit on the couch, legs crossed, doing dangling with their high heels — swinging them from their toes.

FREYA

(laughing)

She’s so stupid thinking we’ll be nice.

IRIS

(wincing)

Fuck, my feet are killing me today…

FREYA

Come here, I’ll massage them. You’re my best friend after all.

Freya removes Iris’s shoes. Close-up on her slightly sweaty, smelly feet.

FREYA

(grimacing, amused)

Wow… they really stink today. But you’re a princess, so I’ll do it anyway.

She starts massaging. Iris closes her eyes in pleasure.

IRIS

(almost moaning)

You’re the best…

A few minutes pass. Iris falls asleep, head tilted back.

CASSANDRA (off-screen)

Freya? Can you come help me in the kitchen for a second?

FREYA

(annoyed but gets up)

Coming…

She leaves Iris sleeping and enters the kitchen.

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INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Freya walks in. The room is empty. Suddenly, Cassandra appears behind her and violently hits her on the head with a frying pan.

Freya collapses heavily, face down on the floor.

CASSANDRA

(calm, icy)

You’re going to suffer for everything you did to me. Both of you.

Cassandra slowly removes Freya’s shoes. She leans in and takes a deep breath.

CASSANDRA

You really stink, Freya. Even worse than Iris.

(she smiles)

But she’s going to die first. I’ll be back for you soon.

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INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Iris is sleeping peacefully. Cassandra approaches slowly. She gently caresses Iris’s bare feet, almost tenderly.

Then she takes out a thin, strong wire.

She loops it around Iris’s neck and pulls hard.

Iris wakes up in panic, eyes bulging. Violent struggle. They fall off the couch onto the floor. Furniture moves, sounds of fighting.

Iris kicks desperately. Cassandra straddles her and tightens the wire.

CASSANDRA

(whispering)

Lick this now, you bitch.

Iris stops moving. Eyes wide open, dead.

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INT. KITCHEN → LIVING ROOM

Cassandra returns to the kitchen. Freya is starting to regain consciousness, groggy.

Cassandra drags her by the hair into the living room, next to Iris’s body.

Freya, terrified, sees her friend’s corpse.

FREYA

(panicked, crying)

No… Cassandra… please…

CASSANDRA

(sitting on her back)

You wanted me to lick your dirty feet?

Now you’re going to die like a dog.

She wraps the wire around Freya’s neck and tightens it. Freya struggles violently, then goes still.

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INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (AFTER THE KILLINGS)

Cassandra stands up slowly. She looks at the two corpses with a calm, satisfied expression.

She first turns Freya’s body onto her stomach, face down against the floor. She folds Freya’s legs at the knees, bringing her bare feet up toward her. Cassandra kneels behind her, grabs both ankles firmly, and begins to slowly and deliberately lick the soles of Freya’s feet — long, savoring strokes from heel to toes.

CASSANDRA

(whispering between licks)

This is what you made me do… Now it’s my turn.

She then moves to Iris. She flips Iris onto her back. Cassandra sits down, lifts Iris’s legs, and holds them tightly in her arms, resting them against her chest. She presses her face against the soles of Iris’s feet and licks them passionately — slow, deep licks covering the entire sole, sucking on the toes.

CASSANDRA

(softly, almost lovingly)

You always loved making me lick… Now I’m finally enjoying it.

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FINAL SHOT

Cassandra has carefully arranged the two bodies against the wall of the living room, side by side, in a sitting position with their legs stretched straight out toward the camera.

Iris and Freya sit lifeless against the wall — legs extended forward, bare soles prominently displayed and facing the camera, toes slightly spread, exactly like in the reference image. Their heads are tilted back slightly, eyes open, mouths slightly agape in a frozen expression of shock.

Cassandra sits calmly between them or slightly in front, looking directly at the camera with a serene, satisfied smile.

CASSANDRA

(softly, almost whispering)

Finally… silence.

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Directing Notes:

• The final shot should be a low-angle wide shot, emphasizing the soles of their feet (very prominent in the foreground), mirroring the composition of the image you shared.
• Strong lighting on the bare feet to make them the visual focal point.
• The image gives a strong voyeuristic and disturbing final punch — perfect for the horror/erotic tone.