Twisted Seduction

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Some extremists find

that it makes perfect sense

to blow themselves up

just because someone told them

it was a good idea.

Hundreds of thousands of people

have jumped out of

well functioning aeroplanes

hoping that their lives will be saved

by a piece of nylon

when their lives are already safe

on the aircraft prior to jumping.

Millions of people use cigarettes.

They inhale smoke into their lungs on purpose.

Concentrated pollution.

That same pollution their lungs

are trying to filter and avoid

on a daily basis.

Different things make perfect sense to some

people and is complete nonsense for others.

But who decides?

Who decides what makes sense

and what doesn't?

Millions of people

do things every day

that are not logical

by the simple rules of logics

but considered normal

by society standards.

What if they're wrong?

What if I'm right?

You see? You don't have to fight me.

It's much better when you're calm.

I can feel the connection.

Can you feel the connection, my love?

It's okay. You don't have to say anything.

I knew you'd stop resisting

and come around.

I can feel all your love.

You're just so beautiful.

I can see your tears of joy.

I had fun as well.

I know, I know.

But once a month is enough for me.

I can only take so much

of divorce scene.

Why does everybody ask me that?

I don't need a man.

Besides, those guys

are only after one thing.

Tears of joy running down your cheek.

You and me together

for ever and ever.

Nah, I'm just f***ing with you.

You must be wondering

why you are here.

I'm going to explain it to you

but try your best to understand.

You see, Francesca,

I have a very complicated mind.

I don't need a man.

That's right.

My needs are taken care of anyway.

Well, maybe I like

the fact that he's married.

Alright.

Okay. I'll call you

when I get back.

I tend to think of things

differently to most people.

Take flowers, for instance.

Most people just place flowers in vases

to make a room look more beautiful.

In reality, what they're doing

is cutting their bodies

in half with a knife.

Putting their bodies on display

in a vase filled with water

to keep them alive just a little bit longer.

What if it was the other way around?

We get cut in a half

at the waist,

our bodies put on display

for a week

only for someone to watch us decompose

for that viewing pleasure.

Excuse me, miss,

you dropped this?

Merci, Monsieur.

Yeah. Pas de quoi,

Mademoiselle.

I'm going to explain to you

why you are here.

Because your understanding of my actions

is crucial for this plan to work.

If you don't understand me,

how could you ever love me?

My name is David Grant.

I'm 25 years old

and I'm originally from England

and I came here to find you.

I'm a graduate from Harvard University

and I have a PhD in Mathematics

and a masters

in Human Development and Psychology.

It's important that

you understand this, Francesca,

so you know I'm not just

a crazy guy without a plan.

I'm gonna remove the tape

that is covering your mouth.

If you do scream I will be forced

to cover your mouth back over

and not feed you for 24 hours

as punishment.

Do you understand?

Somebody help!

No!

Why did you do that?

You were warned of the consequences.

It's all right, my dear.

I anticipated that.

Not that I mind you being feisty.

It is one of the personality

traits I look for in a woman.

I wanted this to be a conversation,

not a monologue.

Since I'm a man of my word,

I'll be back in 24 hours.

Good morning, sunshine.

You didn't think I was gonna let you

starve for an entire 24 hours, did you?

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I got you some food I know you like:

organic oats, egg, rice

and some fresh fruit.

There's gonna be anything else?

Go on. Ask.

Why?

Well, I'm glad you asked. You see

Why are you such a sick f***?

You're incredible.

Mocking your aggressor

prior to knowing my intentions.

Very daring of you.

You know, I should stand up

and walk out without feeding you again

for another 24 hours.

If I was a normal sick f*** as you called me,

I might just do that.

But I'm a very especial f***.

Have you ever heard the expression

"there's a fine line

between madness and genius"?

I see what this is about.

You're just a twisted f***

trying to justify how f***ed up

you are by pretending to be some kind

of a genius.

You're describing a typically

disturbed individual.

I, however, am a different

category altogether.

To describe this in simple terms,

this, my dear, is a date.

You must be out of your f***ing mind.

- It's not what you call a typical date but

- Really?

the results should actually

be quite positive.

For months now

I've been screening hundreds of women

in this particular area of the city

because of its high density of

smart, educated, self-sufficient

single women.

Although originally from England,

I was schooled in the US.

I chose Montreal because of

its European charm.

I used a computer program that

I personally designed and hacked

into the phone systems.

I set the software to scan

all phone conversations

that used specific, repetitive

keywords that matched

the personalities that I am seeking.

Once identified,

I researched your personal,

your family, your banking,

your dating, your medical

and your e-mail histories.

And then performed

a lengthy analysis

to determine the compatibility

of our personalities.

I didn't pick you

on anything superficial.

I didn't pick you because of

your looks or your appearance

but solely based on the compatibility

of our personalities.

We have a compatibility ratio

of 99.3%

in 78 different personality

dimensions that I compared you against.

Darling, we're a match.

Now all I have to do

is perform certain psychological steps

using behavioral knowledge

to allow your brain

to develop feelings

of loving emotion towards me.

I know this is a lot

to digest right now.

But what are your thoughts so far?

F*** you.

Right. What else did I expect?

We're gonna be spending

a lot of time together

doing activities that two people

typically do together.

I'm going to give you options.

We can do this one of two ways:

"a" I keep your mouth covered and

you tied to the bed the entire time

until you decide to cooperate

or "b" do as I say, follow my plan,

and I promise I won't hurt you.

Does that make sense?

Good.

Here is the plan:

I brought you a change of clothes.

I want you to shower in there

and get changed for lunch.

I'll be back in a while.

What happened here?

Been a naughty girl?

Fine. Have it your way.

You may have noticed

but you're not alone in here.

There's a little bird somewhere.

With all my genius I can't find

the little f***er.

I don't even know

how it stays alive.

Do You rather I cover your mouth today?

Come on.

Ready for round two?

This is gonna be

more of a challenge than I thought.

You need to take a shower

and get changed

into them clothes over there.

When I get back,

we're playing minigolf.

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