VENUS IN FURS
Go on!
Will you sign?
Go on!
- Tell me first.
- I don't know.
Who's that?
Howthe hell should I know?
- Shall I pick it up?
- No!
Feel like going on a journey.
Where to?
I haven't decided.
What about me?
I just have to go. Come along.
- No. We made a deal.
- So don't come along.
Will you sign?
Let's forget the whole thing.
You don't mean that.
I have to sign?
All right then.
At the age of ten,
I laid my hands on a copy of
The Legends of the Great Martyrs.
I read it with a revulsion
bordering on voracious ecstasy.
They languished in dungeons,
were roasted,
pierced with arrows
and were nailed to a cross.
All of this they underwent
in a state of intoxication.
Gregor...
Bring us something to drink, Gregor!
Do you love that man?
What man?
I'm in love with you.
I've never been more in love.
Soon you won't love me any more.
Tell me when,
and you can have your freedom.
I'm your property.
Think hard about it.
I am yours.
Do with me as you will,
but don't force me to leave.
Is my bath ready?
Gregor, hold me.
I don't think
I'm in love with Wanda.
But I can feel
I'm falling under her spell.
This is no love,
but physical
enslavement.
Don't stop!
I can't!
You enjoy it!
I live as I paint and write.
I progress no further
than an intention,
a plan, a first act
a first line.
Such people
just happen to exist.
They start all kinds of things,
but never finish anything.
I am someone like that,
a dilettante.
Beware Severin!
Call me Gregor!
All right...
- Why did you kick me?
- On your knees.
Do you think
you're a free person.
A man...
A great lover...
I'm very bored.
You're just enough
to keep me amused.
Don't look at me like that!
I decide what you are.
A man or an animal.
Or a thing.
I was twelve when a distant aunt,
on my mother's side
came to stay with us.
She was beautiful woman,
with a mysterious smile.
But I hated her, because she was
known as a femme fatale.
I behaved spitefully and was
as antisocial as I could be.
My parents were away on a trip
and I was alone with her.
I walked down the stairs
and was about to leave,
but she stood in front of me,
dressed in a fabulous fur coat.
She grabbed me,
before I could complain,
I was lying on the marble floor
bound hand and foot.
With an evil grin, she
rolled up her sleeves and birched me
until I screamed out in pain
and begged for mercy.
She released me
and I had to get down on my knees
and thank her
and kiss her hand.
A fierce passion
was awakened in me
she has been the most attractive
woman in the whole world.
Still alive?
You came to kill me?
Are you unwell?
Your cheeks are aglow.
Do you love me?
I want you to love me!
Tell me!
You have such beautiful eyes.
Especially since you have
been suffering so much.
Can you still love me?
I love you more then ever.
The more you torment me,
the more I love you.
Call him!
Good afternoon.
This is the secretary
of Madam von Dunayev.
I'm very sorry.
I shall try to speak clearly.
This is the secretary
of Madam von Dunayev.
She asked me to make
an appointment with you.
Do you understand?
Tomorrow evening, 20h30.
Very good.
I'll tell her.
Who is he?
Not now.
No more questions, Gregor.
I'm so tired,
I've had enough.
May I do something?
Yes, my feet.
I'm so sorry.
Massage them.
How will it all end up
with us?
End up with us?
You and me.
You and me?
I haven't even begun!
Look at me.
I've done nothing yet.
Wait until I really begin.
Go and wait for me
at the monkey's house!
Go now!
I'm not your servant!
You've found your lord and master.
Good luck.
You're afraid of him, Wanda.
You're boring me.
Don't push me,
I'm not leaving you.
I have a contract with you.
We have a contract
and I shall fulfill it.
I'll keep tormenting you
until you hate me.
- You're crazy!!
- And I know how really hurt you.
You'll see!
On your knees!
That's how I love you.
Wait...
What's wrong?
- I dreamt you betrayed my trust.
- Dreams can deceive you.
Hold me!
Don't you love me anymore?
Shall I be nice
just one more time?
Just one time?
Do you knowthe story
of Dionysus'ox?
A courtier invented
for Dionysus,
the tyrant of Syracuse,
a new instrument of torture:
It was an iron ox
in which someone sentenced
to death was placed.
The ox was then put in a huge fire.
The screaming and wailing
of the tormented victim
in the red-hot iron
sound like the mooing of an ox.
Dionysus smiled nicely
at the inventor
and immediately had him placed
in the iron ox
to test his own invention.
You are the one who incited me
to violence.
And you'll be the first victim.
I now enjoy having someone
in my power
and mistreating him.
Above all someone who loves me.
Do you stii love me?
Insanely!
You're divine!
The whip!
Release me!
Is that my slave?
My property?
"Mister Severin von Kusiemsky
"abdicates
all his rights as lover
"and pledges on his word
to be the slave
"of Madam von Dunayev.
"As slave of Madam von Dunayev,
he shall bear the name Gregor,
"obey all her orders,
be submissive to his mistress
"and regard any sign of her favour
as a special grace.
"He is her property
unconditionally
"Signed: Severin von Kusiemsky
"Signed: Wanda von Dunayev".
Not him.