“You don’t mean that. Not really. Please, Hallie. Don’t leave me. I fucked up. I know that. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Just let me explain.” “What the hell is there to explain, Conan? You had me kidnapped, then thrown in the fucking woods for a sick game of survival. One that you, you sick son of a bitch, run. You created a game for your fantasies—fine. But that doesn’t include me, does it? You think I want a man who hunts women in the woods to fuck them? How many of the girls did you stick your dick in while I was competing?”
