
Originally Posted by
Duskygrin
But some already do that, I think. No?
Ah, this is stirring memories... long, long ago, at some late hour in the evening, I turned on the television and was at once riveted. The action was taking place in some French château, the grand mansion of a rather foppy, wavy-haired blonde. This blue-eyed youth had nothing to do at night - or so it seemed - and had invited a young woman over. The supper he had prepared for the occasion was naturally sumptuous. The care he had put into lacing her drinks and plate was no less exquisite.
And so he wined and dined her... They exchanged smiles ans pleasantries, she blushed like a young virgin at his charm... She was obviously falling head over heels in love with him. Then she stood up, and felt strangely dizzy. Putting a dainty hand on the table, and the other to her forehead, she was his for the taking. As he saw it, he came to her, teeth gleaming white, scooped her up and carried her... to the cellar. The lights dimmed in the staircase, until finally we could only see their faces. Her hair caressed his neck gently. Her gentle breathing was the only sound in this gloomy, mildewed basement.
Then I had to take a piss, or drink some water, or answer a call... I forget what I did, but I was away from the screen at the crucial moment. I'll never forgive myself.
When I returned to my seat, the deed was done. Satisfied, sweating a little, he was leaning over her naked body. She was dead. One could tell from her pallor, and perhaps some rigidity. He was stroking her hair and whispering sweet words in her ears, alternately fixing his gaze on her eyes, on her lips, on the hollow between her breasts...
This is the last image of that (presumably French) film my memory has retained. I was never able to retrieve its title. To this day "serial killer" and "rapist" carries a special touch of blonde romance to me... Such is life.