Twisted Seduction Page #2

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You know, my family and friends

are gonna worry about me.

They're going to find me.

Your father left you and your mother

when you were two years old.

Your mother,

she died when you were 14.

You practically raised yourself.

Nobody expects to hear from you.

You're just about to take

a two-week vacation

after achieving record

sales at work.

You told everyone you'd be going

to Europe with a married man,

a fictitious, mystery man,

you made up months ago.

So your friends would stop

harassing you to go out all the time.

You told them all he was married

so you wouldn't have to introduce him.

Your fake lover

told his fake wife

that had a work assignment in Europe.

Well, that's what

you told your friends.

Your only plan,

stay home, read,

exercise,

ordering -- with a bucket of Chinese food.

I'm your Chinese food.

Good evening.

I'm not in the mood for this.

You seemed to be having

quite an exciting dream.

- You were touching yourself.

- I was not.

Right. I made a decision:

our dates will no longer involve things

that you can hit me over the head with.

Are you not anxious to find out

what we've got planned for today?

Do you really think that

this is going to work?

Do you really think that

meaningful relationships are created out of

someone forcing you to like you

or forcing someone to be with you.

Is meeting drunk men in bars any better?

The same men that would feed you

with lies and deception

and do anything to sleep with you?

Is that really a better option?

Certainly better than this.

You keep telling yourself that.

Really, I'm doing you a favour.

Do you really think that you're gonna meet

someone when you sat at home

eating Chinese food by yourself?

Or making fake trips to Europe?

You have a better chance

at winning the lottery.

Besides,

even if you do meet someone,

what are the chances

that you're going to be a match,

compatible on all levels:

mentally, physically,

sexually, emotionally,

in 78 different

personality dimensions

that are crucial for two people

to be compatible for a lifetime?

Maybe I don't want a man right now.

Maybe I'm perfectly happy living alone

and having a successful career.

You keep telling yourself that.

We both know it's not true.

Otherwise

you wouldn't be so miserable.

F*** you.

At least now we're having a conversation.

Fantastic.

What are you doing?

Right. Now we have breakfast.

I made this shirt for you by the way.

I hope you'll like it.

I trust you can feed yourself today.

Try not spitting food out this time, huh?

How is your breakfast?

It's disgusting.

It's impossible!

I'm a great cook.

Then why do you ask?

Just fishing for a compliment.

Keep fishing.

I know that you're greatly

skilled in the kitchen.

Why don't you cook for me?

Why don't you go

f*** yourself?

If you cook for me first,

then I'll f*** myself.

- Can you pass the pepper, please?

- No.

- The salt?

- No.

- Anything at all?

- No.

- Why not?

- Because I don't like you.

You know,

I could just grab it myself.

Then why don't you do that?

Thank you.

Damn it!

Only a f***ing idiot like you

would be careless enough to knock over my drink.

As if I don't have enough sh*t to deal with

you can't be careful enough

not to knock juice all over my plate.

Sorry about that.

How f***ing unbalanced are you?

Damn it!

Only a f***ing idiot like you

would be careless enough to knock over my drink.

As if I don't have enough sh*t to deal with

you can't be careful enough

not to spill juice over me.

Here.

You can have mine.

And I'll be back later on

with some more fun dating activities

such as being hit over the head with a golf club

food spat in my face, juice spilling,

you know, that kind of stuff.

Them books over there that you threw

around the room last time,

they are by your favourite authors.

So if you get bored

you can always read.

Alright, babe.

Ciao. Gonna miss you.

No!

Good morning.

Help yourself to the food.

I'm coming back this evening.

And put the clothes

that I left on the chair.

Hi, honey, I'm home.

What's with the radio?

Salsa time.

I'm not dancing.

Again with the options:

sit in the dark all alone or

fun dancing time with David.

Let me wonder.

What's it gonna be?

What are you hiding?

Come on, let's just go salsa.

I don't even have shoes.

Is this all we do?

This is boring.

Why is this fun?

I don't understand.

Well, we've got

a few times to learn.

Okay, give me your hand.

Alright, just follow the steps.

You go forward

with your left foot first as I do

lift your right foot and

put them back together.

- Can I hold your hand?

- No.

- But we're gonna be holding it for the

- No.

- This is what salsa is about.

- No.

Forward, lift, then back,

back, forward, together.

Get your hips moving a bit,

alright?

We're trying to be sexy.

Loosen up.

Forward with your left,

lift, back together,

back with you right,

lift, together.

Six steps, altogether.

Right.

Hand?

Lift hand.

We can dance like this.

For now. But we're gonna get together.

Salsa is all about the connection.

Alright, not for now.

Come on.

- Come on.

- No.

Darkness or David.

Left foot.

Remember to move back

or I'll tread on your toes.

Stop being so closed.

Open up. Brilliant.

Let's try some music.

I need a drink.

You care to join me?

Just in case

you change your mind.

Cheers.

Do you mind

if I sit next to you?

Since when you ask permission?

You're gonna sit there anyway.

Well, that's true.

But you are a little bit

misguided about this whole hostage thing.

I'm not misguided at all.

You are the one keeping me here

against my will.

Or are you too far gone in madness

to realize that it is a criminal offense?

Good sh*t, huh?

- Knock, knock.

- I'm not playing.

- Knock, knock.

- Get lost.

Come on. You know you want to.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Boo.

Boo who?

Boo hoo. Somebody help,

I've been kidnapped.

You're such an idiot.

You know,

I haven't always been insane.

You mean to tell me

you were normal once?

I was ten years old,

sitting on the ground,

playing with those

little Mattel trucks.

You know,

minding my own business.

Then I heard

this loud barking noise.

Out of nowhere

this pit bull comes and charges me.

I was skinny and fragile

It easily knocked me to the ground

and then started chewing on my head.

I could feel its teeth

grinding into my skull.

I could hear the bones

being crushed.

I can still hear its teeth

in my head to this day.

I was screaming and crying out

and nobody was coming to help.

It only let go when

this truck drove by.

I can still feel the

holes in my head. Can you see?

Sh*t! F***!

I can't believe I fell

for that bullshit story.

Jesus!

It was worth a try.

Good morning.

Got you some breakfast,

a pen and paper.

Write down what you need.

I'm going to the store right now.

Did you write down

what you need?

"I need you to

let me go"

"I need you to

fall down the stairs"

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