[ WP ] I 'm a filmmaker looking to produce a short film with someone from /r/WritingPrompts . Here are the parameters .

As she woke up, her brain seemed to pulse against her head, and the light burned her beautiful green eyes. She instinctively sat up, trying to remember the night before. She was still clothed, laying on the floor. 
 What happened last night? 
 She looked around her room, which seemed intact. Nothing was out of the ordinary. She remembered leaving the house last night to meet up with some friends, she remembered Susan being a complete bitch, then.....two men. One was slim, the other more muscled. They with them, having fun, then....nothing. Nothing after that. 
 `` Miss June?'' 
 She scanned the room nervously, looking for the source. There was no one else in the room with her. 
 `` Miss June? Over here, in the box.'' 
 She stood up and looked at her desk, which had an ordinary shoe box placed on the top. 
 `` Listen carefully. Do not open this box until you have been instructed to do so, and do not speak. If you understand, nod your head. Be aware we're watching you.'' 
 She nodded slowly, questions and fear filling her mind. She looked at the window, knowing it was the only place that she could be seen from. 
 `` Inside this box is among others things, a large sum of money and a delivery address. You are to deliver the items, then burn the note. Nod if you understand'' 
 She nodded again, quickly this time. Who were these people? Why her? 
 `` You have ten minutes to organize yourself and leave the house, we'll be tracking your movements. Once the package is delivered, you will have no further contact from us.'' 
 She was scared, terrified. What the fuck happened last night? Did it have anything to do with those two men? 
 She slowly moved towards the box, watching the window as she did. As she lifted off the lid, she could n't help but stare in amazement. There was a huge amount of money in the box, and the delivery address on top. She took out the note, and put it to one side. She knew the mobile must have been in there, so she lifted some of the money out of the box. 
 `` put the money back in the box now'' The voice sneered. She hurriedly put the notes back in as quickly as possible, then closed the lid. 
 `` You have 8 minutes. Move.'' 
 She quickly changed her clothes, throwing on an old vest top and jeans. She put on her coat, grabbed the box and left. As she walked, she examined every car and passer-by. Eyes were fixed on her, it felt like they came from everywhere. She pulled out the note 
 `` 34 Jinx Avenue. Knock on the door three times. A man named Mark will answer. Give him the box, and leave. You will be safe after the transaction'' 
 She did n't have time for questions. She was going to follow these instructions, to the letter, because she did n't know what else to do. 
 She walked for ten minutes, the address was n't far away. The box was becoming heavy as she walked with it, and people all around her felt like spies. She avoided eye contact with all of them, looking only at her surroundings. Who were these men? why was she being made to do this? 
 A man walking towards her on his phone knocked into her as she was examining a nearby black car, and the box dropped on the floor, spilling the cash and items everywhere. Fear gripped her soul, as this man stared in disbelief at the thousands of dollars on the floor. 
 `` Wow. How much do you have here?'' 
 Two men emerged from the car she had been watching, guns in hand. Every instinct told her to run, but she was frozen. She was going to die. 
 
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