★★★★★
[First Watch]
My coworkers also don't understand the decaying rabbit head that I keep in my purse.
The rotting rabbit in the table is such a perfect representation of the sexual deterioration. The walls crumble, the phone line is cut, and Carol can't close her eyes without reliving something horrifying. Men aggressively persue a woman who is almost completely despondent. They are continually forcing themselves into the space where she feels safe, and get what they derserve.
The best part is when the hands burst through the walls, I couldn't believe it.