The Collector Page #2

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all these arrangements...

just so you'd stay

for one week more?

It's not enough time.

Time for what?

I told you. To get to know me.

I know you.

I hate you. I hate you.

- I'll give you my word.

- To what?

When the time's up,

you can go as soon as you like.

- Two weeks.

- Four weeks.

A month.

That'll be the 14th.

Don't you see that four months,

four years, won't get what you want?

How can you be so sure?

Because I know how I feel!

You may not feel the same

after four weeks.

Four weeks will be the 11 th,

not the 14th.

It's agreed?

On the 11 th, I leave?

Well, I've got

some conditions too.

I must write a letter

to my parents.

And this room... I can't breathe.

I need some fresh air and light.

I want a bath.

I want some drawing materials,

and I need things from the chemist.

And I want fresh fruit and salad.

Fresh fruit...

and salad.

Now, you promised to eat.

It's all right. It's agreed.

Really.

Bon "appetite."

Four weeks.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten...

Twenty-eight.

- Amuse me. Do something.

- What?

Anything. Sing, dance.

I can't.

- Tell me about your family.

- Nothing to tell.

- Know any funny stories?

- No.

You must.

I thought all men

had to know dirty jokes.

If I knew one,

I wouldn't tell it to you.

Why not?

I respect you too much.

Then I'll tell you one.

Because I know one that's filthy.

What's got four ears...

and eight legs?

What?

Two dogs.

I did fix something up.

The bath, I mean.

Would you like to have one now?

Oh, yes! Yes, please!

You have to give me your word

you won't try to escape.

I promise!

You're not going to tie me up?

- I have to.

- But I promised.

How am I supposed to

have a bath like this?

Oh, no. No, don't.

I won't scream.

Marvelous!

Couldn't we just walk

for a little bit?

Oh, it's been so long.

Please.

All right.

You're hurting my arm.

Help...

What happened just then...

Won't happen again.

But if it does...

if it does happen again

and worse...

- I want you to promise me something.

- It won't happen again.

Not to do it in a mean way.

I mean, don't knock me

unconscious...

or chloroform me again

or anything.

I shan't struggle.

I'll let you do as you like.

I forgot myself.

l...

I can't explain.

The only thing is,

if it ever does happen...

I'll never respect you...

and I'll never, never

speak to you again.

Do you understand?

I wouldn't expect anything else.

There's a clean dress.

Take as long as you want.

Don't worry.

I'll respect your every privacy.

I'm afraid I had to take

the blade out of the razor.

He seemed old to me.

The chap I saw you with.

You know, the painter.

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