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I know he believed that he loved me in his own
twisted way.
I still believe that, but for whatever
reason, as damaged as he was,
pain and loss,
seemed to be the only emotion he could still feel.
He seduced me and made me love him
only so that he could corrupt me,
push me away.
that he longed for, that he craved,
that made him feel alive.
I finally came to understand that, but
at the time, it wouldn't have mattered.
hooked his willing co -conspirator
but replacing me with a
19 year old aspiring porn star that
wasn't like jack at all but then again
Maybe it was.
Is there anything else that I can get you, Mr. Thornton?
No, Ria.
Thank you very much.
You can go home if you like.
I still do.
It's simple, really.
If I don't force you to leave, you'll come to your senses soon enough and
abandon me, like you did when you asked me for a divorce.
You left me then, and you'll do it again.
You know that, Victoria.
And so do I.
But I came back.
Yes, you did.
But someday, soon, it will become too much for you.
And you'll leave me again.
You're doing this.
Not me.
Don't be naive, Victoria.
You're too smart for that.
Look at you.
This is not who you really are.
This whole sex thing is a passing thing for you.
A face.
A little excitement and then it's gone.
For me.
That's who I am.
I'm way too far gone.
But you're not.
Not yet.
is really for your own good.
Go away someplace.
Get over this and go on with your life.
Without me, you deserve better.
It's over, Victoria.
Leave before I destroy you.
Bullshit!
No!
No!
I'm real nervous about my shoot tomorrow.
I've never fucked anyone on camera before.
So I was wondering if maybe you could ask Victoria
if she wants to come with me for like moral
support.
Maybe she was meant to be the final humiliation.
The straw that broke the camel's back.
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