The Killing Floor Page #5

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Why on earth would you

put me on the phone with him?

The actors weren't hard

to find in a city full of starving artists.

Hi.

Hard to believe

what they would do

to show the extent

of their talent.

Soll?

I'm coming to your place

as soon as I'm done here.

Poor bastards had no idea

what they were getting themselves into.

Hey-- Hey, Ellsworth,

how are you?

The irony of it was that

it was all his idea really.

She did exactly

as he suggested.

Call somebody at The New Yorker.

I got some renewal thing.

He's a writer.

The one that you told

to write a story

about himself writing a story.

Rebecca

And that's exactly what she did.

She wrote a story

about herself writing a story.

All that was left

was to follow his own words.

The advice she'd hear

him scream countless times.

Make. Me.

- Make me care.

- Care.

Find what you need, sweetheart?

Oh, yes, thank you.

Renting a place

across the street made it easy.

She learned his every move.

Predicted his every thought.

David? Oh, my God!

I can't hear you. I'm in a club.

She knew there would be victims.

Victims he could have easily saved.

Victims of his own arrogance.

And then...

with a stranger's hand,

she pushed him...

right onto the killing floor.

She would become

his number one client.

She'd call the shots

from her cabin in Maine

in her f***ing bathrobe.

What happened next

was his choice.

But live or die,

they'd go together.

It was comin' at a brotha

I saw you with your man

Smilin', Marc Jacobs bag in your hand

Now I'm sittin' in the coupe

with my hat turned back

Hold up, let me stop playin'

Uncle Al said that, uh

Yeah, still I gotta say

hey, lover

Heaven knows I can't

imagine you with another

Head to toe, your whole body

smooth like butter

Let me know the deal

keep it real with each other

Real with each other

I need you now

Before the moon sails away

I dream of you, your touch

Secret things we used to do

I wanna make love to you

Faraway

I'm here waiting for you

Let's go, come on

Take me home

I wanna be alone with you

Yeah, like that

You are my life

Don't leave me lonely tonight

I want you deep inside of my soul

You're the only one who knows

Where I wanna run to

Through the door

in the shower, on the bed

Rollin' on the floor

power rushin' to my head

Callin' out for more

sweat runnin' down your legs

Crawlin' on all fours

I love it when you beg

Bitin' your bottom lip

soon as I get nearer

I see you starin' at the man

in the mirror

You love the way it feels

I can see it in your face

Close your eyes, move your waist

Faraway

I'm here waiting for you

Let's ride

Take me home

I wanna be alone with you

Swing your hip, girl

Ain't no better place

that you could ever be

Love flows steadily

and passion is heavenly

The first time

your sweet voice said yes

You was the best girl

I'd ever undressed

Never stress the rest

'cause the rest don't matter

Did your body good, girl

that ass gettin' fatter

Yet you from the hood, girl

but you don't chitter-chatter

Damn, I got it good, girl

and I ain't mad at her

Cruise around town

her cryin', leave it at home

We both in the zone

goin' all night long

Makin' each other feel

so right that it's wrong

Girl, move your hips

let 'em swing with the song

-Faraway

- Uh-huh

I'm here waiting for you

- Let's ride, come on

- Take me home...

LeapinLar

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