- Where do you think you’re going Valerie? - Let me go. You’re hurting me. Will you let me go? - No. Not till you’ve answered me. - I’m going back to Stefan. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? I’ll tell him. - You’ll tell him what? That you understand him now? That you understand his kind of love? - Stefan loves me, whatever you may think. - "Stefan loves me, whatever you may think.” Of course he does. That’s why he dreams of making out of you what every man dreams of making out of every woman. A slave, a thing, an object for pleasure. So you despise me. So I disgust you. Come. I’ll show you what men are really made of. Every man. Yours.
Daughters of Darkness (Les lèvres rouges), Harry Kümel (1971)












