Playing with Fire Page #3

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It was removed.

Removed the lock?

What do you mean?

It works perfectly.

Ah, so it does.

How was your night?

Strange things happen

in this house,

It's a mysterious place.

Mysterious?

No. Why? I find it

quiet and comfortable.

Have you seen the people?

I found it a bit...

deserted don't you think?

Why do they lock me in?

As a precaution, no doubt.

And who gave you

the key to my door?

The guard, who else could.

But you saw the room of portraits?

Yes I glimpsed it as I went by.

An interesting idea, don't you think?

Why are you so nervous?

I had a bad dream last night.

There was a very strong, tall man

who was washing my body.

You should take a tranquilizer.

I've one with me,

if you want.

Look there!

It wasn't a dream!

The stick he had is still there

Don't be silly.

It's my umbrella.

I put it there when I arrived.

Here.

Swallow, now.

Now, don't be naughty!

Even as a child you had

strange, morbid nightmares.

There's no reason to worry yourself.

I contacted, despite everything,

your potential kidnappers.

As if you really were taken.

I am taken.

But no, you're here.

So I went to the appointment

marked on the card.

It was the first time

I've climbed the Arc de Triomphe

and will certainly be the last.

Yet I'd like to have taken you there.

One day.

And when I did.

It was if it were once,

many years ago,

when you were a child.

And I held you by the hand.

I see that you too

take little children for a walk.

It must be a kind of password.

My stupid bosses didn't warn me.

Fine weather, is not it, to visit

the capital with your family.

It's true, the sun, the wind,

the rain, the smell of the air,

the day dawns,

the night falls, and so on...

It so happens that I've brought

with me a little something.

Memento of Paris.

Like the obelisk erected

facing the Arc de Triomphe.

And the flesh of girls offered

in the secrecy of brothels.

Does this bring anything to mind?

Ah, thank you.

I wondered where it had got to.

The chain, of course.

As for Carolina, alas,

you know her cruel fate,

and you know the price,

to save her from it.

You'll take a cheque?

Why not notes,

seeing as it's you?

Cash then.

Ah, that lack of trust.

Used, in small denominations.

Let's say, 10 francs.

And more convenient

with the current cash crisis.

ten per millimetre, about...

Yes, more or less

that's a column fifty metres high.

So much?

Of course, and very cumbersome.

Not to mention the hard work involved,

to obtain them discreetly.

That's none of my business.

I carry out orders,

period.

Get thinner bills,

or renegotiate the deal.

The orders on this point

are precise.

Small used cuts enclosed

in a bag of new cement.

Deposited on a construction site,

which is at kilometre K,

on street X.

Here is the scale map.

Here, right here

in niche C.

Just to the right after passing door P.

Got it?

You know very well

there's a credit crunch.

I'd rather pay you

in several installments.

However,

take this in the meantime.

Three, four, five six, seven,

eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.

That country bumpkin.

Hoping to impress me

with the efficiency

of his organization,

forced me to accompany him

to this lousy night club.

In twenty seconds,

the girl that you're looking at

will be called to the phone.

She won't return.

Is the ransom considerable?

Professional secret,

Mr. De Saxe.

Miss Diana Wanderbergh

wanted on the phone.

Beautiful victim, don't you think?

Pitiful and tender.

For the pleasure

of our sadistic customers.

Done capable and recruited.

Come on, get up.

You must be ready at seven

for a difficult customer.

There's still time.

Do you want

to be punished some more?

- By you?

- No, by Erika.

She always inve those little things

that really hurt.

Remember?

Yes.

Only you lose, not us.

There are always customers

that appreciate the show.

And even the ladies.

Yes, I know.

Don't you want to make love

some more?

No, there's no time to lose.

Business before pleasure

Do you want to do...

Practice violence?

It's work, eh?

Wait, lady, we'll help you.

They're real peasants, up there.

You can manage better inside.

Done. Capable and recruited.

Exciting, don't you think?

For you Sir, special offer:

Let me go immediately.

Or I'll call

the ambassador of my country.

If you like, we could put her

in a position, more comfortable.

You know, it was inevitable...

two or three of our men raped her.

They are entitled,

by contract.

Unless it's a special case, this...

I beg you, Sir.

Tell them not to touch me.

My father will pay

whatever you wish!

Of course he will pay, but this...

doesn't give you

the right to privileges.

Even admitting the show was pleasing,

I don't think it was

very prudent to show me.

I could recognize the places,

give directions.

No Sir, it's not possible.

Think of your dear little Carolina,

and what could happen to her

to amuse you.

Burned alive, for example.

But we can do better.

As for this,

it's a temporary haven.

Perhaps tomorrow,

it will no longer exist.

No! No! Let go of me! Let go of me!

I beg you.

If you're not a good girl

we'll burn the tips of your breasts.

Don't spoil her too much.

She must arrive

at her destination

in usable condition.

No!

There...

Fire.

Now, watch the birdie.

Fire!

The client is waiting.

Now, just as she is.

OK, we're coming.

Hello hello.

How are you feeling today?

This hotel doesn't offer

many distractions

- to a fashionable young lady.

- No, I've no time to get bored.

- The place is nice, isn't it?

- Yes, very nice.

So, all is well.

I know your father

has made several visits.

Yes, I mean no.

One that I know of.

Do you need anything?

- No, thank you.

Well, all right then,

I'll be leaving.

Why are you so cold

under my caresses?

Come, tell me that you love me.

Madam, I love you.

And I am your slave.

Or else I'll send you out

into the gardens.

I'll set the dogs on you.

They'll savage you to death

and devour you.

Have you pray'd to-night,

Desdemona?

Sweet soul, take heed of perjury!

Though art on thy deathbed

Presently.

Talk you of killing,

my lord?

Ay, I do!

Therefore,

confess thee freely of thy sin.

I never did offend

thee in my life.

By heaven, you have!

I saw, the infamy,

he blew his nose

in your new panties,

becoming more distracted.

What use now your tears

for those your panties!

Drive me away my Lord.

But do not kill me.

This is a tragedy!

Not a farce!

Kill me tomorrow.

Let me live tonight.

Tomorrow I'll be busy.

And certain things...

are best done right away.

But while I say one prayer.

It is too late.

Not yet quite dead.

And still... warm...

And soft...

and sweet.

I don't want to prolong too much

your torment.

Age?

Eighteen.

Her death was recent.

Oh, and still fresh.

How did she die?

- It was sexual.

- Particulars.

Raped then disemboweled.

By whom?

By her confessor.

The funeral service?

Oh magnificent,

it finished a few minutes ago.

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