"How much for your cherry?" the old man asks, leering at the teen's tight, young body. She quotes her price, and he agrees, producing a wad of cash and a small camera. "I want to record it," he grunts, "to remember your tight little cunt." She nods, her stomach churning, as they drive to a seedy motel. Inside, he pushes her onto the bed, his hands rough and eager, tearing at her clothes. She spreads her legs, her eyes welling with tears, as he lubes up and forces his way inside, her virginity lost amidst the click and whir of the camera.