| September
3rd
Marie's scene was great, different than mine,
more camera movements, mine was more surreal, hers
was very realistic. She screamed and screamed and
screamed as she was slowly killed. The rehearsal worked
well, her scene called for that kind of action. Mine
was more dramatic. Just the same, I'm
impressed. I'm even more impressed because Jan asked
me to be at Marie's rehearsal. I watched what he
did to her. I was even asked to contribute with
my opinions over what she should do. It was not
the first time they rehearsed together.
Before Jan met me, he picked her up for the
role she has in the movie, and I think ... if fact
I'm sure, he did it after a rehearsal.
Marie told me how it happened. She was participating
in the acting class, one night, when Margot went
away to Europe, Marie and some guys were at Jan's
having drinks and listening to music. The guys left
and she stayed.
She told Jan how she was very moved by the
series Twin Peaks and how the music made her go
bananas. I think that was a clue for Jan. He grabbed
her wrist and led her to a room where there were
some ropes and things. He tied her up and canned
her. She enjoyed it completely.
So now they were in that room again, to rehearse.
She was a bit upset because Jan asked me to be present.
He told her that during the shooting there were
going to be lots of people, he wanted her to get
used to the idea of being in front of others during
such a hard scene.
She was wearing clothes similar to the ones
she will be wearing during the shooting of the scene.
A dark, blue blouse, a black mini-skirt and high
heel shoes, just like a prostitute.
The scene called for her to be slowly killed
by the madman, but the rehearsal was a free for
all.
Jan explained that the point was not the action
in itself, but the feelings behind it. He wanted
her to feel betrayed by a lover, humiliated by a
friend and tortured by someone she loves ... or
thinks she loves.
So he proceeded to do just that.
I helped him.
He first surprised her by grabbing her arm
and forcefully pushing her to the floor. She fell
on a mattress. Her face was one of someone truly
surprised. He then grabbed her by her hair and dragged
her to the center of the room. A rope was hanging
from a pulley. he tied her wrists and pulled her
up until she was almost hanging, her feet were touching
the floor, but not resting on it. She was struggling
to give her arms a rest. Jan took the rod, the same
rod he used on me and gave it to me.
Marie was facing opposite to me so he turned
her around so she would face me. "Don't get out
of character, no matter what happens... get it?"
were his harsh instructions. With one pull he ripped
the t shirt open exposing her back. Again he turn
her around, this time to face him. He stood in front
of her, I was behind, holding the rod.
"Hit her". He commanded me. She was about
to turn her head when he slapped her face. "Don't
look back!" He ordered her.
"Hit her". He repeated. I was looking at them
unsure. Her back was exposed to me like mine was
exposed to him before. The truth is that I felt
like striking, and striking hard, but I was nervous.
"Hit her, or it will be you here". He ordered.
I wasn't afraid of him, I knew it was an act, he's
a good actor ... but it was a darn good act. The
slap sounded real enough to scare anybody. She was
looking at him, her legs were trembling.
"Hit her!".
I raised the rod slowly and beat her. The rod
crashed in the middle of her back, leaving a red
mark. She jumped up and let out a cry. I felt a
excitement that was different from before. I was
in control and she knew it. She was a gift to me,
to do with her as I pleased. Under the guise of
a rehearsal, I was free to do whatever I wanted
... no inhibitions, no hard feelings, true freedom...
and she had been chosen for this moment. She was
for me like I was for Jan.
So I struck again, measuring, imagining myself
being Jan and seeing my own back being struck by
the lash. I remembered vividly where I had been
hit and even for how long. So I started hitting
her over and over. Each lash as I remembered. First
the back, the shoulders, the legs.
Her skin was mine. After many lashes Jan turned
her again so she would face me and removed the rest
of the t shirt, exposing her breasts to me. I didn't
hesitate, I didn't even stop, as he turned her I
hit her sides and then her breasts.
She was crying, but at the same time she was
moaning. I could recognize that moan, it was pain,
but it was also orgasmic. Jan grabbed her mini-skirt
and pulled it making her turn again to face him.
And then he did something else, he pulled her up
a bit more so her feet were a few inches off the
floor.
Marie was hanging, Jan pulled her skirt again
and made her twirl. He pulled harder and the skirt
was off and she was balancing up in the air, turning
around and around as I canned her. She was totally
naked and that excited me more. I hit her mercilessly.
Then I heard. Stop!
I did ... Jan lowered her, she dropped to the
floor sobbing, her body full of welts. He called
me and asked me to bring hot water from the shower.
I went.
When I came back, she was laying on her stomach,
her arms and legs open, her head resting on Jan's
lap, her mouth very close to his crotch. I was upset.
Jan asked me to take a towel and wash her body slowly.
As I did, he leaned on her and kissed her.
Are you happy? He asked her. |
