Comtesse perverse, La (Countess Perverse) Page #2

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I think we're going to have fun,

my dear.

Yet another fine feast day.

It'll soon be dawn.

Why prolong my torture?

I know what you want.

You want to kill me.

Put my head next to those...

...those other poor innocents.

That would be too easy.

And far too cheap for us.

We're artists.

You have no conception

of the nobility of certain emotions.

I, Countess Zaroff, am incapable

of killing in cold blood.

I love the hunt...

The game of life and death.

I always give my prey

a chance to escape.

At dawn we shall let you loose.

Exactly ten minutes later, my sweet,

I will hunt you down with my bow.

If we have not caught you

when the church clock strikes 9...

You will be free.

And I myself will take you

back to dry land.

These are the rules of the game.

Or else...

Or else you become a tender

and succulent roast for our table.

The birds are already singing.

It is dawn...

Let it begin.

Murderers!

Did it go well?

Very well.

We'll get 2 million for her.

Countess! Countess!

Why?

I'll call the police.

You hear me? I'll do it...

I don't think you'll do that.

You're involved in this too.

I've waited for this moment

so long, my love.

For me, you will be

the best meal of my life.

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