Death and the Maiden Page #8

You told me yourself the army's

been preparing alibis.

You said some of them

have fake visas.

So this one has a crony

at the hospital...

who conveniently remembers...

fifteen years later...

where he was the very month

he was raping me.

This is it.

We're going to end it here.

Look at me.

Isn't it bright enough

to see me?

Don't you know me?

Didn't you tell me

your ugly thoughts?

Didn't you tell me your secrets?

Didn't you rape me?

Didn't you put your cock in me?

How many times?

Many times.

I raped you many times.

Fourteen times.

You played music.

Yes, I played music.

I wanted to soothe you.

I was good at first.

It took weeks.

I was strong.

I fought it so hard.

No one fought as hard as I did.

I was the last one,

the last one to have a taste.

No one died, I swear.

I saved many,

and I made it easier on them.

That's how it started.

That's how I got into it.

They needed doctors.

My brother was

in the secret police.

He told me they needed someone

to make sure nobody died.

I washed you.

You soiled yourself.

You told me, "I'm dirty,"

and I washed you clean.

The others egged me on.

"Come on, Doctor, you're not

going to refuse free meat."

I couldn't think straight.

And inside, I could feel

I was starting to like it.

They lay the people out...

flesh on the table

in the fluorescent light.

You didn't know.

It was bright in those rooms.

People lying totally helpless,

and I didn't have to be nice!

I didn't have to seduce them!

I realized I didn't even

have to take care of them.

I had all the power.

I could break anyone.

I could make them do or say

whatever I wanted.

I was lost.

I got curious.

Morbid curiosity.

How much can this woman take?

What's going to happen

to her vagina?

Does it dry up

when you shock her?

Can she have an orgasm

afterwards?

I liked being naked.

I would undress slowly.

I would let my pants fall...

so you could hear

what I was doing.

I liked you knowing

what I was going to do.

I was naked in the bright light,

and you couldn't see me.

You couldn't tell me what to do.

I owned you.

I owned all of them.

I fell in love with it.

I could hurt you,

or I could f*** you...

and you couldn't tell me not to.

You had to thank me.

I...

I loved it.

I was sorry it ended.

I was very sorry it ended.

I can't do it, Paulie.

I just can't.

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