The Executioners Page #3

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Say it louder, please.

Hello, Mr. Black.

Hello, girls.

Thank you for inviting us

to your party.

Shall we start...

with... the fun?

Please.

"Please," what?

- Shh. It's okay. It's okay.

- Please, don't kill us.

Kill you?

Why would I want

to kill you?

Blue?

Do you want to kill

these young ladies?

Blue!

Of course not.

Of course not.

Red!

All we want to do

is join the party.

You see?

Hmm? Okay.

[kisses]

Okay.

[Mr. Black laughs]

Really?

Very well then.

[exhales]

Let's begin.

Take off your clothes.

Hey! Girls!

Don't make me repeat myself.

You're gonna regret this.

Sure. Sure.

Sure. Sure. Sure.

Meanwhile...

Take it off.

- I politely ask.

- [Lory] No!

Okay.

[Mr. Black, softly]

Come here.

Stop!

Stop.

That wasn't much fun,

was it?

[Mr. Red] No. It actually wasn't.

Not at all.

[Mr. Black sighs]

Do you have music?

- Downstairs.

- [Mr. Blue] Aw, yeah.

- Music.

- A little tunes.

[inhales]

So what are we

waiting for?

[handcuffs jingle,

clinking]

[Kay, crying]

No! No! No! No! No!

[Kay whimpering]

Stop! No!

[screaming]

[Kay]

No! No! No! No!

- Hey! Hey! Quit it!

- No!

- Don't you move! Don't move a muscle!

- [screaming, whimpering]

[women crying]

[Kay] Stop!

[crying continues]

Stop. Stop.

That will be a lesson

to all of you.

I don't want

to kill you.

But I won't hesitate.

Do you believe me?

- [Lory] Yes.

- Huh?

I can't hear you!

[Angela] Yes!

[Mr. Black whispers,

indistinct]

Okay. Okay.

Downstairs.

- [Mr. Blue] Let's go.

- [Mr. Black] Come on!

[Mr. Blue]

Let's go! Let's go!

[Mr. Black]

Move! Get downstairs!

Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

[Mr. Blue] Come on!

Take off your shoes.

No.

Take them off!

[Mr. Blue] Let's go!

You first.

Please.

I would love to please you.

I'll probably do it, too.

Downstairs.

[Mr. Blue] Give me the chairs.

Come on!

Come on!

Faster!

[Mr. Black] Go.

- [Mr. Black] Go.

- [screaming]

[Mr. Black] Continue.

Don't even think about it.

I will kill her.

Don't do it.

[Mr. Blue]

Come on! Move!

[Mr. Black]

Come on! Move!

Come on!

[ominous music]

[male voice] Belle.

There's nothing you could

have done to save me.

You died for me.

No.

I died because

I had a weak heart.

What is this?

Don't let the darkness

get to you.

It will harden your soul

and erode your emotions.

[groans, gasps]

[Angela whimpers]

- [screams]

- [cackles]

[Mr. Black]

You're next.

Your turn.

[Kay]

For what?

Take off your clothes.

Slowly.

Sensually.

Like a stripper?

[whispering]

That would be nice.

Uh...

[mid-tempo song playing]

[Mr. Black] Start.

- Now!

- Okay!

[Mr. Red] That's right.

There we go.

[song continues]

[grunts]

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