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I cannot tell you how much your books have changed my life. Is that so?

Until I discovered your books, I sat down on the couch and looked at my blue

tube until my eyeballs would bleed. And then this friend of mine that I work

with? Access. The backstabbing little bitch who tried to steal my job, but

that's beside the point.

Don't you just hate it when people say shit like that? I mean, why can't we all

just live and let live?

Life's too short for that bullshit, right?

I'm sorry, I kind of go off on a tangent sometimes.

That's okay.

The doctors keep trying to put me on antidepressants, but I won't go for

I think it's all a conspiracy between the doctors and the pharmaceutical

companies. I think they just try to keep people strung out on drugs instead of

facing what's really bothering them. You could be right.

Anyway, this girl at work recommended Angel Love to me, and I was like, oh my

god, she just blew me the fuck away.

Oh, I'm sorry, pardon my French.

And that's the thing I like most about your books. They're not vulgar or filled

with four -letter words.

I mean, who needs this shit anyway, right?

I'd take subtlety over vulgarity any day.

Oh, um, just sign it. To Claudia, my most dedicated fan.

Thank you so much. Keep up the good work.

Make it out to Dave.

What's going on?

Get me the fuck out of here.

My head is splitting, and I feel like I can't breathe.

You just need some fresh air. Um, we're gonna take a five -minute break.

We'll be right back.

So, make yourselves at home!

Sophie, you don't look so good.

Is everything okay at home?

What's happened, Michelle? I used to be a writer.

You still are a writer.

I haven't been a writer since I became Genevieve Gerard. Look, look, look.

The Genevieve Gerard business has been a very good one to you.

It got you that house on the beach.

Those flashy cars and those wonderful weekends at La Costa to help relieve

stress and reduce the flag.

I mean, come on, look at you.

You are gorgeous. And you can thank Genevieve Girard for giving you that

and supplying you with that bank account.

That's all good and well.

But I want to tell you something different. Like what, for instance?

I've made arrangements to conduct a series of interviews with Walter

The serial killer?

Uh -huh.

Why? Because I think I can bring a unique perspective to a book like that.

Portrait of a serial killer from a woman's point of view.

It would sell just as many books as any goddamn romance novel would, and I can

write under my own name, Michelle.

Look, I get this.

This is an attack of your ego, right? Is it getting a little bit out of control?

My ego is fine.

I'm just sick of this shit.

Look, honey, I just think you're wading in waters that are just a little too

deep for your very talented but very limited imagination.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Oh, just as I'm sure you'll pretend not to

hear, am I warning you against this preposterous idea?

It took me three weeks to set up these arrangements.

And there's a lot of red tape involved.

Oh, I bet there is. I mean, God, they can't just let anyone into the nuthatch

interview the chief resident psychopath.

What's next, Sophie?

The love ballad of Charles Manson and Jeffrey Dahmer?

That's not a bad idea.

I'm just kidding.

What does Robert think about this?

Listen, Robert has no say in any of my career decisions.

If you need to get in touch with me, I'll be at the Bay City Motel until

You know, I usually don't get such a good piece of trim like you in this

Honeymoon suite.

All right, now don't steal anything and leave the room how you see it.

I mean, why can't we all just live and let live?

Life's too short for that bullshit, right?

The doctors are trying to put her in an antidepressant, but I won't go near

that. I think it's all a conspiracy between the doctors and the

companies. They need to try to keep it this way.

That's the thing I like most about you.

They're not vulgar, a four -letter word.

I mean, who needs this shit anyway, right?

Oh.

Yeah.

It's all yours. If there's anything you need, I'll be back with it.

Good man.

Well, they are pretty.

Thank you.

I did a little research on you before I consented to this.

You did?

Well, I think it's only fair, considering you know so much about me.

Sorry to say, I'm not a fan of yours, though. My literary taste runs a little

bit more on the esoteric side.

Now, that's a good place to start.

Tell me, who are some of the authors you most admire?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

A question like that, I mean, what are you going to ask me next? What's my

favorite color?

Astrological sign? Favorite vacation spot?

Fine, then why don't you tell me about the two girls you murdered in Sacramento

last year?

Oh, I won't discuss specifics.

There's one hard and fast rule I don't budge on, all right?

Let's see now.

I'm rather fond of the novels of Nathaniel West.

Sexual imagery in Day of the Locust is just brutal, man.

Unbelievable stuff.

He died way too young.

And a lot of people do, don't they?

Lewis Carroll's very interesting.

Sure, you can draw some pretty disgusting inferences out of that if you

Please don't be defensive.

I'm not going to write some tabloid story about you. What do you want to

about me at all?

What is it that fascinates you?

To be honest, I'm trying to diversify.

You're thinking of romance novels, huh? Yeah.

You know a lot about romance, do you?

As much as the next person.

The next person doesn't know jack shit, so I suppose that makes you some kind of

fucking expert, don't it?

No, I didn't say that.

That's what you implied.

Are you trying to fuck with my head or frighten me or something?

Maybe a little bit of both.

Well, it's not working.

I didn't think so.

You know, I like you.

I like you even though you're all crazy in the fucking room.

Your madness has a stench like garbage that's been left out in the sun too long

and I can smell it on you the moment you walked in here.

Must be that old dual personality thing you got going on.

Is that a yarn -on deodorant ain't working too well?

That was a joke.

You know, it's really got to be tough trying to reconcile Sophie Lyons with

Genevieve Girard.

I mean, Sophie doesn't like the books that Genevieve writes, and she wants to

write her own stuff. It's got this whole two distinct personality things going

on, and sometimes you must feel like you're about to hurt up right past the

-safe point, am I right?

We're not here to talk about me.

Oh, yes, we are.

Through the looking glass.

Alice.

Through the looking glass.

Alice.

Through the looking glass.

Let's check out where we left off tomorrow morning.

It's up for you to chew on, though.

It's been my experience that most people assume that murder is supposed to be

personal, sort of like sex.

Something you can only do with someone you know, but the fact of the matter is

that murder and sex are the most enjoyable in the company of strangers.

But I bet you knew that already.

Hello? Hey, doll.

How are things going up there in the land of the crazy?

He's very strange, Michelle.

Well, of course he is, sweetheart.

After all the sick shit that he did to those people.

Don't expect him to conform to everyday notions of what's normal and what's

strange.

You're

on

Earth, and, well, he's on Mars.

So. Get that sweet little ass of yours home so you can write the sequel to

Enchanted Love right away.

Because, are you ready for this?

What, Michelle?

Has the book already gone to its second printing?

You guessed it, cutie pie. As of yesterday, we've sold over one million

Sophie, I gotta go.

Right now I'm looking at the best man candy I've ever seen.

Are you up to that shit again?

Hey, the tastiest treats are on Sunset Boulevard.

And the best part is, you don't have to be nice to them.

And you don't have to cook them breakfast in the morning.

You're going to get hurt one of these days.

That's the whole point.

What's left is a little bit of danger.

Thank you all.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

. .

.

You're a good man, Charlie.

new.

Oh shit.

That's good, Dan.

Read. Thank you.

This place is filled with idealistic young psychiatrists, psychologists, and

social workers who are all taught in college that they can make a difference.

I enjoy watching that idealism disappear in them over time.

I mean, you have to admit there's nothing like the presence of evil to

few bricks loose from a solid foundation.

Do you consider yourself evil?

I consider myself an artist.

An artist?

Mm -hmm.

Write this down.

I have a tape recorder going, you know. I know, but I want to see how it looks

like on paper.

How what looks on paper?

What I'm about to say.

Come on, Sophie, wake up. Did you forget what you're here for?

You made me lose my train of thought. Where was I?

About being an artist.

Oh, yeah.

An artist whose goal... whose goal is to

expose elements of evil running rampant in Western culture.

And I think I did a pretty good job of it, if you want to know my honest

opinion.

Let me see what that looks like.

What?

What you wrote down. Jesus, Sophie, you took a double dose of stupid pills this

morning. Let me see what you wrote down.

Sorry.

Scratch that.

It sounds distilled.

Here's what I'm getting at.

A real artist.

A real artist is the kind that has to reach down into his soul and his guts

to pull out some kind of basic and fundamental truth.

You won't find that in any romance novel.

But you will find it every night on 6 o 'clock news.

I don't understand.

Some artists use a canvas.

Others use a slab of granite.

I use a video camera.

You videotape?

You betcha. Every goy detail.

Oh, my God.

Nobody knows about this selfie.

You're the first one I've told.

Except for my agent, of course.

Your agent?

Oh, yeah.

See, you've got to think of the camera lens as a mirror that's being held up to

the audience.

And what they see in that mirror is a reflection of themselves.

Now you're talking in riddles.

You know, Sophie, I really find it hard to believe that you're half as dense as

you pretend to be.

The half -inch masters of those videotapes are secured away in a locker

My agent is right down there right now.

Looking at a deal.

A pay -per -view event.

The killings of Walter Charles.

The ultimate in reality programming.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

It's not all about money.

Although some son of a bitch down there is going to make a hefty hunk of change

off of it.

The audience for those videotapes.

That is the odd form selfie.

Oh, my God.

Oh, please.

Don't tell me you wouldn't pay 25 bucks to see it.

You will and so will a million other sick fucks out there.

A boxer bites a chunk out of an opponent's ear and the family gathers

tube like the epitome of the family view an hour.

Don't fight me on this, Sophie.

The logic is indisputable.

I'm not a freak.

I'm just an accepted part of daily life.

I'm not a freak.

I'm an accepted part of daily life.

We've taken mass murders and absorbed and assimilated them into our culture.

Instead of dealing with a horrible problem, we accept it and make it part

cultural norm.

We turn Ted Bundy and David Berkowitz into TV movies.

Drive -by shooters are afraid of it as much as part of our everyday

vernacularism. Do you want to rise with that and embrace the trivial aspects of

men and sex?

This is a society we don't know about.

We're carnivores in the most extreme sense of the word. It's not nothing.

It's simply ingested flesh into our systems.

We want to see flesh on our TV screens.

Then go to flesh and bars on an island.

Naked flesh. Raw naked flesh.

Everywhere you look in the world, there's a piece of that flesh.

Oh.

Isn't that your mother, Sophie?

I mean, obviously in her younger days, but... Yeah, that's her.

See, this is something I just don't understand.

How can you be like a romance novelist when you got a fucking whore for a

mother?

Think either one of those guys is your daddy?

I think not.

I'll say this, though. She is one hell of a cocksucker.

I mean, look at her like a fucking vacuum cleaner.

How much do you suppose she got for tricking her prime, huh?

You ain't no goddamn fun at all.

I'm going over there.

Oh, dear.

This is fun, man.

Bye bye.

Oh, my God.

What the...

Goddamn phone!

Hello?

Oh, hello, Robert.

No, it's okay.

I have to get up anyways.

What?

No!

No, Robert, not right now.

I said not right now. We agreed on a simple Las Vegas wedding.

Now you're trying to turn it into some grand reception for all your goddamn

friends and clients and business associates.

That's not my idea of a wedding, Robert. That's your idea of some social event.

You know, just the thought of you turning this wedding day into some

for you to schmooze and close deals is sickening.

Fucking asshole.

I'm sorry, Miss.

The management says that I have to come in here and clean up today because I

haven't been able to apologize.

Please, come in.

Hey, want to have some fun?

What does this mean here?

She always puts a little bit of herself into her books.

Some bullshit my agent came up with. Pretty hokey, isn't it?

Kind of like it.

I'm here to apologize for this morning.

Sophie?

Ah, fuck.

You were right. I was wrong. I'm a complete fucking shithead.

We'll have the wedding in Vegas and...

I bet you like having fun, don't you?

I want to see that off of you.

I want to see that naked slut body.

Here you go.

Run faster.

I'm trying. I don't like this outfit.

Don't talk like that. I'm sorry.

We'll sing off.

You do this in everybody's room, don't you?

What?

No, I don't.

Now, you like to suck cock, don't you?

Can you eat pussy?

Sit down.

Here you go.

Take off these nasty panties.

I told you to take the panties off and take them off. I am.

What? I didn't say you could stand up. I'm sorry. Sit down.

That's not fast enough. Look at those nipples.

What titties you have.

Bad titties.

You hungry?

You keep opening your mouth like you're hungry.

I'm going to sit down.

I've got food just for you.

Watermelon? Yeah. No, don't touch that.

You want that food, don't you? You little... Don't touch me like that.

Here,

open your mouth.

There you go.

Open your mouth.

Can you fit any more in that little sweet mouth?

Spit it out.

Spit it out. Spit it out.

Spit it.

I'll stick you all over, you little... I'm just kind of cold. All over your

cunt.

I said don't talk to me. I'm sorry, I forgot.

Don't talk to me. Come on, back up on the bed.

Down.

Oh, you like this a lot.

You're such a whore. No.

Don't talk to me. I'll tell you what to do.

Lay back.

Then get back.

Here you go.

Open those legs.

It's that dirty pussy.

But you let them all use your pussy, don't you? And you like it.

I'm just going to have to talk.

Don't talk.

Okay, we're going to have a little show.

You just stay right there.

I said not to talk.

I forgot. I'm sorry.

No, I said not to talk. Okay.

Now we're going to have a party.

You like parties, don't you?

You nasty little slut.

Well, I haven't been out in a while. I said not to talk.

You wouldn't. You wouldn't.

You see that mouth?

You see that dirty little mouth? Open that up.

Open your mouth.

I said open your mouth.

Open that mouth.

There you go. What a nice mouth.

Dig out that cum. Dig it out. Dig it out. Oh.

God, cum.

Yeah.

Oh, wet.

You like to eat pussy, don't you?

Eat my pussy.

There you go.

No, eat it.

There you go. Come on, you nasty little bitch.

Eat my pussy.

There you go. No. Eat it.

Come on. Stick out.

Come on. There you go.

Spread my ass wide open. Spread it. There you go.

There you go. Keep looking at me.

Eat my pussy, you nasty girl.

Fuck my pussy with your tongue. Fuck it.

Fuck it.

Fuck it hard.

Oh.

Eat that pussy.

Eat that pussy. Stick that thing out.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, you like eating pussy, don't you?

Huh? You like eating pussy, don't you?

Yes, I do. I said not to talk.

Bad girl.

Bad, bad, blood whore.

Oh, yeah.

Sweetest things I've ever had. Isn't it?

I asked you a question.

I can't

have

to go to the bathroom. No, you're going to have to wait.

I want to see.

Get your nipples.

What kind of nasty nipples do we have here?

Nasty, nasty nipples.

You're such a bad girl.

Bad?

Feels good, doesn't it?

Huh? Doesn't it feel good? You told me not to talk. Don't talk.

Feels good, doesn't it?

That's what I said. You told me not to talk. I said not to talk!

Don't talk.

You mean stick a finger in there?

I know that pussy wants to be fucked, doesn't it?

There you go.

That's it.

That's it. Fuck my finger. There you go. Fuck it.

Fuck it, you little whore.

Yeah, it feels good, doesn't it?

Wait. Wait.

Wait.

There you go.

Oh, that feels even better.

Huh? You like it bigger, don't you?

There you go.

There you go.

Fuck them.

Fuck them. There you go. Fuck those fingers.

Nasty bitch.

There you go.

That's it.

Fuck the more you are. That's it. Fuck my finger.

Again.

Go ahead.

Fuck them.

Fuck them.

There you go.

That's it. Fuck them. Fuck them hard. Harder.

Fuck them harder, I said.

There you go.

Fuck him.

That's it. That's it.

Fuck him.

Stop. Stop.

Stop.

That's it.

Oh, what a pretty pussy that is.

Such a pretty pussy.

You like that, huh?

Now the real party's gonna begin.

You like the real party?

Yeah. Yeah.

Over here.

Go lay down.

Put your head on the pillows. Get nice and comfy.

Spread wide.

I want to see this up close, you nasty little whore.

Here.

Fuck yourself.

Right now. Stick it in your pussy.

That's it.

That's it, you little whore.

That's it.

That's it. Keep fucking that nasty cunt.

I said fuck it. Go ahead.

That's it. Oh, you like that? Fuck it. Fuck it harder.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, that was so sweet.

Oh, you were such a whore.

Keep fucking that cunt.

Oh, yeah, you nasty little whore. Fuck it. Fuck it harder.

Oh, yeah.

There you go.

There you go.

Put it further in.

There you go. Oh, yeah.

I knew you could do it.

You are such a whore.

Take it out. Take it out.

Let me see.

Let me see.

Let's see if we can stick that thing up your ass.

That's it.

Look it.

There you go.

Get it all nice and wet.

There you go.

On your side.

No, I want to see it on your side.

There you go.

That's it.

Stick it up that sweet ass.

There you go.

Come on, you're a nasty girl. Stick that up your ass.

Oh, yeah.

There you go.

Oh, what a tight ass you have.

That's it. Let me see that ass. There you go.

Spread your own ass.

I want to see it.

There you go.

Oh,

fuck it. Come on.

What a little whore you are. Pock it up your ass.

That's me.

That's me.

Oh, it's so good.

Oh, you little fucking whore.

You are so wet.

You like that, don't you?

Don't you like that? I do. I like it. Tell me again.

I like it.

Oh,

that's you. You nasty, nasty girl.

Keep pulling that ass.

Don't stop fucking your ass.

Does it feel good? Yes.

Tell me. It feels so good. I can't hear you. It feels good.

Are you still fucking your asshole?

Yes. Yeah? Oh, yes. Oh, come to me, you whore. Come on.

That's it.

I'm doing it.

Oh,

yeah, you like that, don't you?

That's it. Come to me. Come to me.

That's it.

That's it. Come. Come, you little whore.

And now, there you go.

We've got some real fun now.

You want some real fun?

Ready?

I've got to tell you, I'm absolutely fascinated with serial killers. Is that

fact?

Oh, sure. Absolutely fascinated.

But tell me, what does the title of your book mean, Indigo Delta?

No, no, no, no, no. That's not what I'm saying.

Listen, you can't stop cultural assimilation.

But there's something to be said in defense of restraint in popular culture.

Now, Nabokov.

You ever hear of Vladimir Nabokov? Now, when he wrote Lolita, he had to be very

careful to get around the censors. And if you notice, in the entire text of

Lolita, there's not one dirty word. Not one.

In one passage, the narrator describes the place between a woman's legs as

being the Gold Delta.

Isn't it nice?

Isn't it nice?

Isn't it nice?

Well, we can't come up with words like indigo delta, though.

You'll have to read the book to find out what it means.

Thanks.

I'll admit, I was wrong.

Good for you.

And I'll never stand in your way ever again.

That's a good thing.

You know, I never would have thought you had it in you.

I still don't know how you pulled it off.

Hi, how you doing?

You know what they say, Michelle.

I put a little bit of myself in each one of my books.