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CRIES OF PLEASURE
It's been a while since I threw him into the water.
I knew he wouldn't get out.
He was dead.
I've seen dead bodies.
But they weren't my Master.
What's he going to do without me now?
He was alive a while ago... and happy. Me too.
He was kind to me.
He liked to listen when I played my guitar.
And he always paid me at the end of the month.
Why? Why?
Why did he have to die that way?
He was alive a while ago...
Alive!
He was talking and joking, like always.
This is beautiful!
I knew you'd like it.
- Give me your bag. - Thank you.
Now you'll meet my servants.
- This is Fenul. - Hello, Fenul!
How are you doing?
- Good boy! - Good afternoon!
- Hello!
You must be Marta! My name is Julia.
Nice to meet you!
I love this! My friends being friends instantly with each other!
Come Julia, I'm going to show you the rest of the place.
Thank you!
Excuse me.
What's wrong with you? Don't be stupid!
I only love you.
We'll meet later in your room, okay?
- Okay. - Escort her. Go.
I'll see you soon, Julia.
I'll show you your room.
This way.
You scoundrel! Rascal! Shameless, Fenul!
Wedding March, huh?
I'll throw you into the water!
C'mon! Into the water!
You rascal! Next time I'll throw you in!
Your room is upstairs. It has a great view!
I'm amazed!
See you soon, young ladies!
- Bye! - Bye!
Ouch! I slipped, damn it!
Here it is!
Do you like it?
- It's beautiful! - Yes.
The bathroom is on that end.
What are you to Antonio?
We're friends.
Yeah. Friends. What else?
That's none of your business! Who are you in this house?
Everything. Assistant to the Lady, lover...
Are you Antonio's lover?
Do you mind?
I'm sorry, maybe I'm acting like a fool.
But I get jealous of every woman who comes here.
I've suffered a lot. So many times...
Don't worry, I'm not going to steal him from you.
I hope you're right.
I'm from Africa.
A Berber.
I came to this land with my parents, years ago.
I was a little girl when they both died.
Antonio took me in.
I thought I found a new family with him and his woman, Martina.
He raped me when I was twelve, and I haven't stopped loving him since.
I desire him, I have been and I am his slave. A slave to both of them.
Is everything clear now?
Yes. I think so.
Thank you for the unrequested confessions.
I still love him, no matter what.
Even though I'm only a toy, like Fenul.
Just another object in this house.
And his woman, Martina, how is she?
When she's around, he acts differently.
He acts caring and passionate.
You'll see them together soon.
Is she coming?
Yes, she'll be discharged from the asylum today.
- Is she coming here? - Yes.
What are you going to wear for dinner?
I don't know, something. I didn't bring much.
Maybe I'll wear a blouse.
Oh, that's not right!
They like to dress up for dinner.
I'll get you something elegant and sexy.
- You know, Martina loves to look at sheer, daring outfits, with daring cleavage.
- This is beautiful! - Yes, it's vintage.
Take everything off.
Let me try!
Let me help!
- Olé! - You look like a Gypsy!
The hardest part isn't putting it on, it's not letting it fall off!
I can give a show during the middle of dinner!
Don't worry then! You'll be a success!
It's him.
I'll see you later.
I love you.
- Make love to me now, please! - Come here!
Hurry! I want to turn you on!
My love, you know I can only get excited when you use your mouth.
- Come here. Wait. - I can't wait!
Slowly...
You're hurting me.
Yes...
Yes!
Keep going. Oh, that mouth!
You promised me that this was our night. You're not backing out, right?
No... no.
We'll have the chance to do it tonight. Hang tight.
It's our best chance.
Only one witness will be left.
One stupid witness...
Marta will fall...
Hold tight, you whore!
- Turn around. - Yes, my love.
Keep going! Keep going! I'll please you!
Yes! Yes!
She'll be here soon.
She's coming from an insane asylum.
She's a schizophrenic, a nymphomaniac...
I can't take it anymore! Martina...
Martina, you'll like her...
We'll have a lot of wild pleasure with her dead.
Keep talking!
You'll kill her, she can't deal with emotions...
We'll pleasure her to death!
It'll be wild pleasure for you to feel her in our arms, her agony.
We'll orgasm at the same time, then we'll go away to spend her millions.
You'll help me. You're not backing out?
I'll kill her.
Yes.
Yes, she couldn't bear it!
You'll be my woman.
- Yes. - My woman.
We'll live at her house in France.
She... is... almost here.
I'll see you later.
November 24th, 1978.
That was the last time I was here.
Good afternoon!
I'm so happy to see you again.
Me too, you look great!
And you look more attractive than ever!
Let me see...
I'm getting a special cocktail for our guest!
- Oh, do you have it ready? - Almost. See you later!
You aren't afraid of me, are you?
Yes, I'm afraid, afraid of losing you.
Of losing me? You know you'll have me forever.
Thank you.
All this time, my anguish was being without you.
Oh, my darling.
Oh, excuse me!
You're excused.
Let's all sit and have a drink.
The cocktails are here.
Aren't you going to introduce us?
Oh, I'm so stupid!
Martina, my wife. This is Julia.
She's lovely!
- House cocktails! - Let's make a toast!
To my wife's return home!
Cheers!
So strong!
Who made it?
I did! It's an old oriental recipe inherited from my ancestors.
It's really good.
Aren't you getting ready?
Oh, I'm sorry, yes!
Marta, come with me.
Okay. Yes, ma'am.
Alone, finally. What do you think of her?
She's very pretty. Prettier than me.
I love you.
Whore.
Here, drink.
I'm getting dizzy.
Julia, I want to suck up the alcohol from your mouth.
Drink, drink.
- Who's that man? - What man? He's not a man, he's an idiot.
He's always lived here.
Am I interrupting?
I hope so.
Martina.
It's marvelous to feel your presence here, and know that you're still a friend,
and a faithful, ideal partner. I love you.
I love you too.
Without you, life loses all its range of dangerous and exciting adventure.
Look at her...
They always think that I don't have any feelings.
I just show up with my guitar and start playing.
They think I'm like the radio, just background music, but I'm not.
I like to watch them naked, doing dirty things.
I feel a strange tickle and heat, a pleasant heat on my nape.
That's why I came down when I heard them. Like dogs.
I've seen them doing bad things at the end of the night.
That scream, a boy, he was very little.
They slashed his neck like a pig...
And my Master and his woman held each other in a frenzy, bathing in his blood.
Then they left and Fenul, poor Fenul, had to clean it up.
And throw away the remains of the party.
Let me be with you. Let me love you. Please.
Don't ask that way.
Don't beg, we never beg.
We belong to the chosen ones, to whom everything is allowed.
We play the most unusual and forbidden games, with the same impunity as our ancestors.
Begging is for the despicable beings!
And we don't despise you.
We don't despise you.
Thank you.
Do you want to follow us until the end of the night?
Do you want to feel absolute love?
Do you want to experience the beauty of pain?
Yes.
No matter what happens?
Yes.
I'm sorry to interrupt.
How dare you!
No! What are you going to do?
- Kill you! - No! No!
Come!
Isn't that wonderful, Julia?
The throbbing and trembling pussy of someone who's about to die.
Come and see the face of death!
Enough, Julia! Punish her!
Let's go, she's not interesting anymore.
Hey, it's now or never, he's exhausted.
He can't fight back.
- Our plan is working. - Yes.
He doesn't have any idea that we've been lovers for a while.
- That we were together in the asylum. - I can't.
We've planned this for months.
He's now in the same trap he set up for me.
What's wrong? What did you say to upset her?
What did you tell her, Martina?
Tell me.
Don't worry, I'll convince her.
She'll be back. It's her first time.
Keep going.
Don't worry.
She's coming to us.
Thank you. It's so strange, I'm exhausted...
But I want to keep going until the end.
Julia, Julia...
Look at him! Like a pig!
How I've waited for this moment...
We've waited.
I hated how we faked it in front of him, like we didn't know each other.
And like we wouldn't love each other.
I want to leave this horrible house forever.
We're leaving, far away.
A new exciting life starts for us now.
Debauchery, without limits.
Without him.
They're very strange people.
They've been playing. I've seen them so happy.
Making noises.
Now they've left. My Master is dead.
I'm sure he's dead.
He didn't complain when I threw him into the water.
He threw me in more than once.
Now we're at peace, and besides, I think he'll preserve better in the water.
I don't like when they start softening and falling apart, full of flies.
He was a good Master, after all.
And now he's left me alone.
Thrown out like a cigarette butt.
He's so ungrateful.
I'll be so bored without them.
They seemed so happy a few hours ago.