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Matthias !

Matthias, ooh, Matthias !

Please wait a moment, he promised me he would be here.

Matthias !

Matthias...

Matthias !

Who are you?

Who are you?

Matthias?

Stronger!

Kiss him as a she-wolf, as a fury would.

Help me, hurry up!

Kiss me, masturbate him!

He has a hard-on.

- Did you regain consciousness? - Ali, Udo

- You frightened me - What an idea to go out with this cold!

- I already feel a little bit better - You will really feel better soon

It is nearly midnight, guests will soon arrive.

You look like shit, both of you, this is a real scandal! Come on, quick!

Come on!

This is the dress I was wearing in my dream.

I remembered it when I saw it.

We must always follow the signs of our dreams.

- Even if they are creepy? - Especially if they are creepy…

…to stop being afraid of anything.

I’m dying of heat, I’m always hot when I wait.

I used to be cold, to be afraid, to imagine the worst but now I love waiting.

Expectation is like dreaming of a coming pleasure.

Once it’s over, I’m always disappointed.

- Something is still missing, isn’t it? - Maybe a little bit of make up

I would like to be white, even paler than I am…

- …to be so pale I would disappear. - Don’t move !

I’m suddenly overexcited.

I have to go pee to lose my hard-on, otherwise I will quickly come on the first guest

It would be a pity.

- You are very handsome. - So there is hope.

Ali, I was so afraid earlier in the park, I went so far.

I reached the kingdom of the dead.

It was different this time.

Darker than usual.

It was just a nightmare.

Everything was so real.

The kingdom of the dead was ruled by children.

Dead and tyrannical children.

Very young boys and girls, from 6 to 10 years old.

All of them died a violent death…

…burnt alive in their bedroom, murdered by their parents.

There was no more sweetness in them.

Their face was deformed, distorted by hatred of men…

…and the anger of not having lived longer.

A little girl came up to me.

I can feel her burning breath on my skin.

She told me these dead children were the ones…

…who caused our wars, cataclysm and our most horrible crimes.

Their anger was so strong…

… it could go through the kingdom of the dead to reach us.

Darling, I’m here.

I don’t want to die.

- I’m afraid to leave you alone. - Everything will be fine.

Tonight you will regain strength and look well.

For how long? I’m tired of these parties.

You take so many people in your arms, as if you belonged to them.

Matthias, promise me you won’t be jealous tonight!

You are the one who always wants to stay.

- You don’t have to. - Because it’s a delight to see you so happy.

You are the one I love, the one I will love for ever.

«forever » bores me to die, I’m only interested in the present time.

Stop it, I will scare everyone.

- Who’s here? - The « Bitch ».

Matthias, promise me to make an effort, let’s have fun…

- …let’s enjoy the night. - I will try.

Yes, coming…

Is it really the right place?

Is this the contest for the most snobbish orgy or what ?

Usually, people put a mask on.

They are plebeian people with their dick already out, ready to be sucked.

Everybody is masturbating and is coming: I’m covered with sperm and I love that.

So many dicks! People are successively getting sucked off and are fucking plenty of times.

We have the time of our lives!

Don’t worry, my dear, you will fuck and you will be fucked to death…

- …as a 20 years old whore should be. - 24.

- What is it? - It’s a « sensory juke box ».

It plays music according to your mood.

Try it, just put your hand on it.

Not too bad!

Two people arrive together.

Two men for you, Little Bitch, what do you think of it ?

Two men, it’s a good beginning.

They opened the door, took the lift.

I can already feel their presence, with their hot dick in their low class pair of underpants.

It’s wonderful, it makes me crazy.

- Udo knows already everything about you. - How boring it is!

- Who’s here?

- The Stallion. - The Teenager.

Come in, please, the door is open.

We met downstairs, we realized we were going to the same place.

Ali, nice to meet you.

- Matthias, Ali’s boyfriend. - I am Udo.

As a maid… He’s too young…

He’s not too bad…

I’m the « Bitch », so you are the famous Stallion?

Can you show your dick?

Cool down, we are in no hurry, we’re still waiting for someone to come.

We can talk a little bit and get acquainted, can’t we?

And there’s no need to be vulgar, do you know what is called “elegance”?

No I don’t. My parents just taught me how to take pleasure.

A vicious education is full of surprises.

- Bathroom? - This way.

Those who want to fuck me can knock at the door.

Speed, poppers, coke, ecstasy, something to drink?

- A glass of whiskey and an ecstasy. - A glass of grape juice please.

You are lucky, I almost missed the party.

Tell us about it.

- From the beginning? - Well, as you wish…

At the age of 6, I used to write like mad.

Words were easily coming.

Every Sunday, my parents used to organize an afternoon snack with the family.

I read the poems I had written during the week.

Of course, the verses were naive…

…but the style was promising and singular.

Around the age of 13, things started to get complicated.

- The age of puberty? - Yes.

A delirious puberty.

Everything started to change in a strange way.

My libido, my face and my dick.

In a few weeks, my child’s penis turned into a real monster.

To that extent?

At the beginning, I even tried to hide it.

The rumor spread in the whole school.

I was ashamed.

I wanted to be by myself.

I realized people were looking at me in a different way.

Boys stopped speaking to me and girls were smiling at me while blushing.

I had the feeling the whole city knew about it.

I was a freak.

The worst thing is I love this.

I was feeling powerful, irresistible.

I started to be totally obsessed by my dick and stopped thinking about writing.

Today, I have the feeling it takes up all the space available as an autonomous creature.

It looks like it would like to get always more pleasure.

- But are you happy?

On the one hand,I am because I love my dick.

I can look at it, touch it during hours without getting bored.

And I make my living with it. People photograph it.

It is even a movie star.

Nevertheless I sometimes think this life has nothing to do with me.

…because I’m a poet, an artist.

So I curse this dick which changed my destiny.

Besides, it is because of my dick I almost missed this party.

2 hours ago, I was in a cell at the police station.

What did you do?

Nothing, absolutely nothing…

It is as usual because of my dick.

I just would like to know why I’m here.

You perfectly know the reason why. Stop asking Questions, otherwise you will suffer.

Time.

Where do you go? Don’t leave me alone.

Step back!

Undress!

Undress!

Someone told me about your beast, it seems you are hiding a treasure in your pants.

No, let me imagine it.

That’s exactly what I thought, it’s impressive!

On all fours!

Come on, move forward!

You stop boasting, don’t you?

You don’t frighten me.

You are so clumsy.

Fuck, I’m trapped!

Get up, take the whip!

Whip me!

Don’t hurt me!

I will do whatever you want, I will be nice, I promise

I just imagine your huge cock in my mouth.

You are also taking advantage of it.

I can’t, it’s too painful, I’m like a small animal.

Fuck me with your huge cock, please fuck me.

I know I should not, but I’m greedy.

Filthy offender, bastard!

How many women have you rape? How many cars have you burn?

What you don’t understand is that I’m the one who is burning for you all the time, everywhere

Whip me, please whip me!

Stop!

You see, I told you, Madam Commissioner always gets her way.

Perfect, you will come back.

Now you can leave.

It is useless to lodge a complaint, nobody will believe you.

Take him!

Don’t forget that wherever you will go, I’ll be able to find you.

Help me!

Help me!

Help me!

I will never forget this voice.

Since, every time I close my eyes, I try to picture her face.

The most beautiful face.

Anyway, I’m happy to be here with you.

I really thought, at some point, I was going to spend the night in prison…

…even my whole life, sentenced to live in fear…

…and to stay motionless, as all those who tried resurrecting the wind…

You must still be in shock?

I already feel much better, thank you.

Listen, I don’t want to nag…

…but all your stories make us want to see it.

It’s a pleasure when you are in good company.

- She’s the one. - Who is she?

The Star.

- I cannot see anything. - I put my finger on the peephole

Switch off the light, I don’t want to see your face.

I don’t want to know anything about you.

I just want to kiss all of you, one after the other.

Then I want to make love with all of you… slowly…

…violently, I will tell you. I already want you.

Then I will leave, quietly.

Once the orgy is finished…

…I will leave, still in the dark.

And you will never again hear about me.

Is it OK?

Your requirements are ours.

I warn you: if one of you switches the light on…

…I will leave immediately.

Slowly open the door, greet me with your mouths.

Touch me, assault me sexually.

Don’t be afraid.

Like that…

Everything is spoiled now, let me leave.

No way, I’m too curious.

And I hate making love in the dark.

Stupid girl!

I would like you to stay.

I enjoyed your kisses.

I could swear I could feel you…

… as if I was inside you…

…or, more precisely, as if your soul was inside mine.

- Sorry, what I say is ridiculous. - Not at all.

- Go on please. - I liked your mouth, I liked your lips.

I think I would also love to see your face.

I must be terrible with my red and deformed face.

The other ones, face the wall.

I just want the young boy to look at me.

Nobody moves!

Listen, I’m ready to stay.

But before you turn back, I demand something.

Again!

I don’t want any comment on my body.

I loathe praises to observe the proprieties.

So behave normally.

Resume your discussion and your activities, everything is normal.

It cut me in my tracks.

I don’t say this because of you.

Does anyone want a glass of whiskey?

Miss, just before you arrived, I was about to show my dick.

It is a very beautiful and very big one.

- It could perhaps boost the party. - Indeed.

As far as I’m concern, I only like small dicks…

…and also the necks, the backs.

Really, these huge things make me sick.

But if you find it entertaining, just do it.

I warn you, it is at rest.

No matter, I will take care of it but let us first have a look at it.

I am absolutely fascinated by soft balls.

- So do you like it? - Of course it is splendid!

Do you know something more beautiful, more exciting?

The smell of sex is already around and yet making love is still only an assumption.

A nice sleeping painter.

It is so elastic, so flexible…

- Stop it or I will start to have a hard-on - I’m feeling a little bit better

I find everybody nice and attractive.

In love you are free, enjoy yourself with or without me.

I’m just having a look, I give kisses, I don’t need more.

How strange it is, I’ve got a feeling of « déjà vu”.

It reminds me of something… A dream?

It was a dream, indeed…

I remember it very well now: I was dreaming about dicks

How surprising it is!

I was a princess.

I wore a wonderful dress.

And I got an « army » of dicks at my disposal.

Come! Come closer!

Don’t go there!

Stand up!

You can walk now!

This perfume…

Mummy!

Mummy, is it you?

My dear…

I missed you so much.

Mummy, my dear mum.

My mother died exactly 2 years before.

- Are you still expecting someone? - No, nobody else.

- Who is here? - Police!

Shut up!

Good evening, we are looking for a 16-year-old boy.

He has disappeared for a week.

His presence was reported in the neighborhood, did you see him?

Oh my God, how beautiful, how hot he is!

No I didn’t. For sure I would have noticed him and by the way I’m only the maid.

I know nothing about it and my employers are travelling.

So you care about young boys?

Yes, I am, as everybody… Besides, my cellar is full of children.

They have their hair done by myself, I disguise them, they are very happy.

I even tried to constitute a choir of sequestered children.

A fiasco, the audience didn’t get it, it was too « avant-garde ».

You are someone dirty!

I know this kind of dirt.

Don’t worry, we will wash you.

You will be clean.

- Clean as a little child. - That’s enough! Let him go!

Who are you? I think we met before.

- A distant memory - I don’t think so

I’m the owner and I don’t like to be disturbed in the middle of the night

So, gentlemen, are you not ashamed?

But we are afraid too

You can’t imagine the pressures of work and the stories people tell us.

I can understand, the phantasmagoria of evil.

And sometimes its reality too.

The world is full of traps and uproar but you have to face it, gentlemen…

…with your free will and your courage.

You don’t run out of courage, right?

- You are very elegant - I am indeed

Besides, it’s the only thing we cannot be blamed for : being elegant.

When my husband is away…

…my maid entertain me.

We go through magazines, we cherish jewelry.

We are parading in the apartment and in the stairs of the building.

…like two creatures intoxicated by luxury and coquetry.

It is our secret vice.

A period of truce in this eternal and unfortunate issue that class struggle is.

We are not going to be arrested for this?

All right boss!

We have to go, it’s an emergency.

Ladies.

You are lucky.

One of us owes us explanations.

- I thought you knew everything about us. - Shut your trap.

Come out and show yourself

Thanks, without both of you I was done.

Come on, speak up, we are listening to you.

I don’t know where to start.

I decided to live my life as I wish.

For some time, my parents have been worrying me.

This is quite normal.

When I was a child, I have also the feeling I was different.

So I used to close my eyes, while telling me my real family was elsewhere.

On a suave and distant planet.

I’m not sure to be better than them.

But it’s as if my destiny was to take a lonely path.

As if I was supported by a « presence » I couldn’t define…

…a presence which would be a mix of the night, its inhabitants and the night meetings.

I’ve left high school for 2 months.

But I learn things in the glasses of the drunkards…

…and in knife fights.

And I love sex and its creatures.

- I love people who are making love at night. - May I?

In the lights of the parking lots…

In the shady clubs or outside…

At 4 or 5 A.M.

When only the vampires and the fouls are still awake.

They are making love and I look at them.

Always on the lookout for a date or a kiss.

These people always awake are my brothers.

They are lucid enough so that I feel like sympathizing with them.

It sounds a little bit dismal but it’s not.

Generally it’s very beautiful and joyful.

I meet my fellow men and we understand each other.

All these anonymous passers-by I used to meet in the streets during daytime…

…in the cold indifference of the world, at night I met up with them again to fuck.

We knelt in the bushes…

…we licked our faces, stroked each other with our hard and very cold hands.

Sometime we cried together. Were we suddenly recognizing each other?

It was the same thing with you, when I kissed you earlier.

The bottom of your mouth gave more informations on you that your whole life would have…

- What about your parents? - I couldn’t stay anymore with them.

I tried to explain to them but they didn’t understand anything.

And their fear of life disgusts me.

This fear is transmitted from generation to generation…

…and is spreading like a global virus.

So last week, I left for good.

- How did you get money? - I’m dealing with it…

At night I drifted along in the streets, in the clubs…

Some people buy me drinks or food.

And when I feel it pleases some men or some women, I request money.

I always manage to find a place to sleep.

I’m not about to go home.

I still need to learn.

When I have an orgasm, I come like a man

And I feel like doing it again right away.

Is there anybody who wants to dance with me?

Does someone want to dance?

Are you deaf? I need to dance.

Cool down!

Come dance!

Nobody likes me?

Nobody wants to fuck me?

If you fuck me first, no problem.

We have to be lover? You piss me off!

I don’t want people to be sweet with me.

I don’t give a fuck about your little soul problems.

How can you be so naive?

We are born alone, we fuck alone.

Everybody tries to find his petty and proud pleasure.

Have a better look around you!

There are only jaded bodies…

…and faded feelings

I’m so cold

Who are you exactly?

Who are you all three?

And who do you think you are with your society look ?

« Little Bitch »…

…do you really want to know from where we are coming?

We are going to tell you about it.

But it’s a long story.

As things stand…

A long time ago…

A very long time ago…

I’m here.

I’m really here, right?

Yes you are, don’t worry.

I’m also living in a kind of a dream.

For a long time, I had the feeling I was looking for happiness…

…without being able to catch it.

When I was happy, I always realized it later.

I was telling to myself: Yes, I have been happy.

But it made me even sadder.

Today, for the first time in my life…

…I can say, I can say to you: I am happy.

So happy that my hands are trembling with joy.

Usually I never cry but look at me…

Unfortunately my tears will dry.

And this state of grace is likely to end with night

Promise me that we will be able to find it again…

…that one day you will make me cry for joy…

…elsewhere, tomorrow, in hundreds of years

I promise I won’t die before having kept my promise.

But we didn’t know a war would break out.

It was an « easy war », as everybody said.

We will be victorious in a few weeks.

I’ll be back before you realize I left.

Please don’t go!

Nothing can destroy our love, he’s able to defeat hunger and death.

And he won’t die yet… Come quickly!

Matthias was lying, both of us knew it.

It was a wars like every war: barbaric and foolish

During two months I received few letters.

Then no news anymore.

And one day I was told Matthias was killed in the frontline.

Be happy young girl…

- Matthias is sending me. - What did you say? Matthias is dead.

Yes, Matthias is dead but the dead are never really dead.

They are everywhere around. They hang around us.

Matthias called me and begged me.

I had never heard such a scream, such a will to come back to life.

And I happen to have the power to fulfill your wish.

Tomorrow, at day fall I will be at the same place

- Ali. - Matthias?

Don’t come closer.

Don’t worry, I stop suffering.

I can’t stay with you any longer, just listen to the gipsy.

You can trust her.

In the perpetual darkness, he is dreaming of dead insects and silver tombs.

Sometimes I can see the reflection of our past kisses.

- I have almost nothing to offer. - You’ve got much more than you think.

I used to watch you and Matthias before the war.

And I never met a couple as bright, as appalling as yours.

Here’s my offer.

If I succeed in bringing Matthias to life, I want to be part of your love.

I want you to be at my side as I will be at yours .

I won’t be very demanding but I want to watch you when you’re making love…

…to make love with you…

…to stay at your side like an old cat, in a tender and sexual way.

What a strange deal!

But it’s fine.

IF Matthias comes back to life, We’ll belong to you.

And you will be entitled, as I am, to have an eternal life…

…so that we can enjoy together our fiery youth.

You are like Jesus.

Yes but a bad one…

I want all demons, witches, ogres and beggars…

…to listen to my prayer and join you:

O Lucifer, Who breaks the divine laws so that debauchery reigns…

I implore all the havoc of the world, ancient monsters and holy transvestites…

…so that Matthias comes back to life…

…and becomes your devoted servant.

Shit, Mouth, Filthy juice, I’m drowning in i.

I’m melting, I’m absorbing and I shit thousand golden suns…

…the crimes of robbers and impious people whose specters rape me.

O endless bacchanalia, O threshold of Darkness…

O burning fate, I am the whore of the dead and I give birth to a resurrection, now !

Matthias?

Do you hear me?

Yes, I think.

My darling is alive, alive.

- And what about his face? - Kiss it.

- And his eye? - I can’t do anything.

Death always keeps a souvenir of its guests.

Both of you, listen to me.

Matthias’s life is depending on you Ali, on you desire.

Matthias must feel your vibrating and quivering desire.

No matter if this desire is stimulated by Matthias or by others.

What matters is the vitality of this desire

Sadness must never get the best of your couple.

Matthias…

I will love you and desire you forever.

Say hello to your new love.

And at the beginning of the last century, I decided to become something like their maid.

But it was especially to wear the uniform.

I’m sure you wept for joy when Matthias came back.

We have been properly introduced by now…

…but to answer to your question, I didn’t.

Surprisingly, I didn’t cry.

I’m still waiting.

Well, don’t tell me you swallow the whole story.

We don’t care whether it’s true or not, it is their story.

Did you lost the faculty of faith?

What time is it?

It is the heart of the night, isn’t it?

Now I understand why you are so weird.

I’m not weird, my mind wanders at times, that’s different.

Everything was going smoothly, all three were very happy.

But as always time was stronger than us:

at the beginning, we thought he had spared us.

But since a few years, I’ve got the feeling a « world » is catching me up.

A distant world.

A frightening world sometimes.

But a world we must learn to like, to tame.

If you really look at it, if you stay open to it…

…this world becomes peaceful.

So soft we could stay there forever…

…and stop moving, just floating…

…floating and stop thinking about anything.

It’s true, I’m elsewhere.

I’m thinking about this distant world…

…and yet I’m here with you.

I listen to you, I watch you.

And all of you are very beautiful.

That’s what I wanted to tell you.

I feel comfortable here.

I have not felt so well, so peaceful and so strong for years.

One hand in this distant life and the other on your shoulder.

Close to you, in love with you.

I think I can say at this very moment…

…that I love you…

…that I love all of you.

Now we leave…

…far from this sadness.

Yes, all together

In the streets, in the deserted city…

…on the roads nearby the forest

It’s a dream.

It’s a trip, do you join?

Yes, I do.

There is something in our glasses? I feel weird suddenly.

Nothing left but the night.

But we are all seven, hand in hand.

We stop being afraid, we crossed seas, continents.

We are old castaways.

And time stopped tonight.

We are all immortal.

Ali, I desire you.

Come, come closer, kiss me and undress me

Matthias, come, come to us.

I want both of you.

I also kiss you.

I kiss you and Ali and I would like this kiss never stops.

You like him, right, are you ready to love him?

- There is something special in him. - I know, I could feel it.

Stay with me, you are my leading light.

Ali, Matthias.

- Is there a theatre here? - Yes.

A deserted theatre, an abandoned theatre.

A new film is showing, isn’t it?

My most beautiful film.

A film lost forever

- Who is he? - That’s him.

My heart, the love of my life.

He’s my son, I left everything for him.

I would like to be separated from the world, just with you, far from men, from everything.

Mother, I will follow you wherever you want.

We’ll live on an island just the two of us, I will cherish you.

I will give you food with my own mouth.

- Let me kiss you! - Mother, my bitter love, it is too early.

Maybe tomorrow.

For months, we sat close to each other.

We were dreaming to caress each other without daring to do it.

And at the end of every day, we could hear the same prayer:

Give me a kiss, just one.

Mother, my bitter love, be patient, tomorrow.

My desire was getting stronger and stronger.

I was closed to madness.

Our rooms were side by side.

I used to fall asleep, listening his breath.

Then…

Kiss me!

Tonight, wait for me! I will come to your room.

Switch off the light and put your diamond dress on.

Mother, my bitter love…

He disappeared in the early hours

I’ve looked for him for a long time.

I hired the best privates - in vain.

In those places, at night, where people are having secret affairs…

…among all these anonymous bodies…

I think that he may be there, that he is expecting me…

…and that it is his caresses which give me pleasure.

I’m always thinking about him.

In the daytime, I stay at my home. I stopped being an actress.

People frighten me too much.

There’s no reason to be afraid.

We are together.

I like you.

I lied to you before.

I find you sex very attractive.

There are friends around, I can feel them.

The dead.

I can also feel them, they are hidden in the trees.

The forest is full of specters.

You just have to call their name.

Three times.

Three times in a row and they appear.

- From the bottom of the forest. - Only for a few seconds.

- For as long as it takes to say a word. - For as long as it takes to do a kiss.

For as long as it takes to make a blowjob.

For as long as it takes to play a scene projected on this shining white screen.

Then they disappear forever…

Each of them can come back only once.

After, nothing left of them.

Mummy do you hear me?

Mummy, mummy, mummy…

NO !

Who are you?

My name is Jeanne Léran. I died at 43 in a car accident.

Mummy…

My name is Erwan Mertens. I died at 8 in a wildfire

My name is Claude Renan. I died at 24 from tuberculosis

Stop it… That’s enough!

Matthias, Matthias?

But what did you do?

Not tonight, it’s too soon.

Much too soon.

I can’t do it a second time.

What about your promise? Matthias…

- We have to call for help. - Don’t call anybody, please!

I need to be alone with him.

Please!

Let’s go!

I can’t stay here, it’s too awful.

Don’t leave me alone, I need you.

There is this specter, this scream…

…this terrible wound.

It must have happened to me in ancient times.

Night and darkness, take me!

I know one thing for sure, someone ate my heart.

I remember.

It’s you, isn’t it?

Your eyes, show me your eyes.

- Thank you. - For what?

We are similar, don’t be unhappy, never!

Our appetite is a gift, the most joyful thing in the world.

We have to celebrate it every day.

Don’t say anything!

You are young, with your whole life ahead of you.

Where can you find all this strength?

Owing to him?

He is still here.

As if he too was waiting for the dawn to tell me good bye.

He is still around.

He will never leave I think.

I will miss you.

- Will we not meet again? - Yes, we won’t.

That’s the rule, that’s life.

A lucky charm of lust.

You will be less cold.

I have nothing special with me.

But I make a wish.

Vigor and poetry.

It’s the best wish I can make for you, right?

What about love?

Speaking of it, she is watching you…

Where do you go?

I still don’t know.

I will surely find something…

…a path to follow, a place to sleep before sunrise.

I wish this night would never ends…

…and then, just close my eyes.

We can go with you a little bit.

The sun will rise, I have to go.

Thanks for all.

Wait!

We don’t even know your name.

My name is Sacha.

Sacha.

I…

I think I like it.

Listen, don’t say anything yet.

Let me finish before speaking.

I would like you to stay with us for a while.

I think all three could be happy together.

I don’t ask you to replace Matthias.

Because it’s not possible.

And don’t think I say this because I’m very emotional.

I really like you.

So do I.

We really love you.

Oh Shit!

Maybe you will find I’m old-fashioned…

…but I would like…

… I would like we live together as a family

We could learn to live together…

…and love each other longer than anybody.

Because we would live as a family.

Do you get it?

Because we don’t leave a family on a whim. A family is forever

We could try, don’t you think so?

Don’t you think that…

…it could be very beautiful?

Shang for KG 16/03/14