Eugenie Page #3

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Wait!

I'll race you up to the house!

- OK!

I'll give you a start OK?

One... Two... Three!

- See you!

That music again.

What about it?

I heard it in my dreams, yesterday.

Come along.

Dream on, Eugenie.

Dream of all that has happened to you.

Taste again the pain and the pleasure,

for soon it will be time for you to wake.

Marianne!

Marianne!!

Is anybody there?

You!

- Eugenie!

You... you murdered her!

Shall we say she

fulfilled her purpose.

Dear Therese,

she delighted in her own suffering.

So when the time came for her to die,

she was quite content.

I don't understand!

Don't you?

Poor Eugenie.

And after I planned it especially for you.

For me?

- Of course my dear.

I told you the truth when first we met.

I've been watching you for weeks.

Hoping...

Hoping that some day we would share

the same stimulating experience...

You've never been out of

my sight since you've been here.

No!

Yes!

But... might your sister...

Madame Saint Ange

is not only my step-sister...

But for the past two years

has been my mistress as well.

I don't believe you!

Then ask her yourself.

But not yet!

Relax Eugenie.

No!

Let go of me!

Marianne!

Marianne!

Did you love him?

Once.

But now I am glad that he's dead.

And I am glad that you killed him.

But why me?

Because since he first saw you,

it was you he wanted and not me.

But why did you ask me here?

Because of him. And my own plans.

Please! Please, I must go

home! I must go home tonight.

Poor Eugenie.

I'm afraid that will not be possible.

Why not? Why not?

I have invited company.

Especially for you.

Eugenie! We meet again.

Everything that has gone before

has been a preparation for this moment.

Last night we played a...

a charade.

The whips that beat

you were made of wool.

The blood was water,

specially stained.

The pain that you

suffered was in your mind,

together with the pleasure.

But now, reality awaits you.

At last, she hates you...

but most of all she hates

the man who dared to love you.

Whom you killed.

Please let me go.

This is the way she planned it.

Step by step.

- Yes!

Save for one thing.

All this, which you so

carefully prepared for her,

is waiting now for you.

No! No! Dolmance!

You can't! No!

She planned all this for you, Eugenie.

Why do you pity her?

The play is over.

For the author is dead.

Or should we say... the adaptor,

for the author himself

died 150 years ago.

I approved her plans, and then unknown to her,

I provided a final act,

that was more to the author's taste.

And mine.

First, her lover lying dead,

and then her own end, and finally,

your own education,

corruption and destruction.

You will remain here,

with the body of the man who loved you,

and the body of the

woman who hated you.

In the morning, your mother

will learn where to find you.

She will come here with the police.

The law is hard, and for a murderess,

however young, however rich,

there is no mercy.

The last word is from the author:

"I never dine so heartily,

I never sleep so soundly,

as when during the day,

I have sufficiently befouled myself

with what somefools call... crime".

Augustin.

Hello. Eugenie!

No, of course not.

I was just taking my bath.

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