Caged

Hello?

Hello?

How many times I had to account for the sexual needs...

...l suppressed for ages.

Foremost for myself, cause I thought I would never...

...meet anybody capable of coping with my desires.

I was used to his huggy sex and after a while I just accepted...

...it as the standard way.

And me being insane for...

...finding completely different things and acts...

...exciting and titillating.

I wanted to make plans and preparations.

No one who sees it or knows about it or to ask me.

As long as I don't choose for myself, the more I'll have to struggle through life.

And most likely it will be tougher and harder.

I clearly remember the first time being invited to a party.

Back then masterminding an alibi and devising an excuse to go away...

...took more time than the night in itself.

The scent of my perfume he knew so well, making him horny and gay...

...not for him and he wasn't supposed to know.

I flat out lied.

That night I was ecstatic.

I felt such an overwhelming love...

...with the orgy and the men who all wanted me and...

...l just had to cry.

There was a guy who whispered to me:

“lf you want to leave, just go, baby.”

He even promised me to guide me to the door.

Ah, so sweet, but not necessary at all.

I wished I could have cried and fucked for days.

I actually think I'm good at it, in crying and fucking...

...in lying, in leading a double life.

And if you ask me whether I want to quit...

...well, hell no.

Day 01

Hello!

Let me out!

What time is it? - Still early.

Stella...

...what are you doing?

Just...

...a quick fuck.

I'll have to shave me yet.

Another time, okay?

Why do you always do this sort of thing on those weird moments.

lt's not getting safer for companies...

...to operate internationally... - lt's hard to believe that none of the 19...

PINOCCHIO

You will get me a copy of this, right?

Well then...

Yeah, deeper.

Hey, Gaya.

Uh, no I don't.

Right now?

In the staff room he always comes to sit across from me diagonally.

With coffee, milk and a cheese sandwich.

He teaches mathematics. He has such nice eyes.

Such a hot look.

And a pecker, obviously.

Jeez, Stella. - Ah, gosh.

Next time just sit down straight in front of him temptingly.

ls he married? - How should I know?

Am I the only one here who's a bit tired of all that adulterous behavior?

Jesus, Laura... Let Quinty flirt if she want to.

What difference does it make? - We don't flirt at all.

Honey, just enjoy it thoroughly.

What's wrong with a little bit of attention, huh?

What do you want? Which choices do you want to make?

Choices will let one lose family and friends.

Yeah, I get you, but that's not what this is all about.

Well, I simply want to be found tenderhearted...

...and I want to share with one another without me being stuck.

Day 01.

Day 02.

Let me out!

I had been struggling after my first one night stand...

...when I was chatting thereafter with that guy on the Web.

Picking up a single sound outside my home...

...made me block him, since I was scared to death...

...someone would find out.

Particularly for Vincent to find out.

Even though it was only small talk.

And yet, a week later, I had myself screwed the hell out of me in a hotel room.

So something inside me did defeat the fear of being caught.

Maybe that fear isn't about your husband...

...nor about loss.

Well, then what?

Since I was scared to death Vincent would learn about it.

Yeah, so he would know what you are doing and what you are.

Yes.

Maybe you were afraid acknowledging it for yourself...

...what you're doing.

How early you are.

I really don't know what to say anymore.

Hey darling, I would really love to say to you that I won't do it again...

...and that I'll change, but...

...l can't do that.

Stella, piss off, will you?

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Pretending I'm someone else? Crowding out my feelings?

How about taking my feelings into account?

We had sworn loyalty to each other, didn't we?

Honey, I am faithful to you, am I not?

Faithful in the sense of sharing my fears...

...and vulnerabilities and my secrets.

Well, not all your secrets, apparently.

No, not all.

You don't even look at me anymore.

Not the way you used to.

lt's been a long time since we fucked.

For real, that is.

Sometimes I just feel like a bird in a cage.

Yeah, that's it, right?

Day 02.

Day 03.

Hey!

Goddammit. Prick.

Goddammit, release me instantaneously!

Are you coming along to that reception next week?

Otherwise I'll be bored to death. - Sure.

If they have snacks and drinks. - The other girls come too.

All our receptions are catered for.

To a good concept, eating and doing business.

What is your showpiece?

Which penalties do you impose at your place?

Vacuum cleaner in between is so noughties!

His jacket?

We have Our Lady of Mogilev.

That's hard to believe.

That's an icon from Russia.

For years it was gathering dust in damp storage areas...

...and there wasn't a single penny for renovating their museums.

Since the fall of the Berlin Wall those art objects can be sold easily.

Did you know portraits of Virgin Mary were favorite in Russian art?

Why do artists worship virgins all the time?

Worshipping an icon isn't allowed, only honoring.

I didn't know you loved arts.

They say that when an icon is no longer honored...

...the gold begins to peel.

Are you sure you want to do this? - Yes.

You are the only ones I had to think of.

Luca is full of tension. I have never seen him so nervous.

What about you? - I'm scared as hell.

And excited.

Now what?

Well, it's a regular sauna, so let's get used to each other...

...and look at one another. Then we'll see.

I don't want to force anything, because our friendship is just more important to me.

Thank you.

Vincent...

I truly can't do this. Sorry.

Sorry...

Yeah, sorry.

Sorry.

Pity.

When did you realize you were caged?

When I felt Vincent wasn't the man I thought he was.

Well, he fell of his pedestal, just to put it like that.

I don't know, it sounds harsh and that's not intended.

But because all of this I started to think for myself...

...and so life came into me.

That was heat down to my lower abdomen and even deeper.

Purely physical.

And I couldn't arm against it or apologize.

lt just happened, literally.

Day 04.

Day 05.

Who are you?

Christine.

Stella.

How did you get here? Have you seen someone or something?

I was in my car. I stepped out in front of my home.

Subsequently I'm completely blank.

Hello! - lt's useless.

Who's doing this?

I have no idea.

I don't have a clue.

Listen, we need to get away from this place.

Maybe all this is a joke.

A joke? - Yeah.

Maybe. - I've been here for five days.

This is no joke. - Five?

We'll have to wait, okay? Probably there will be an opportunity to escape.

Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis...

...nunc et in hora mortis. Amen.

We'll have to sleep one after the other.

Last time he took me while I was sleeping.

I surely don't want that to happen again.

What's here?

Hey...

Wait...

Goddammit.

Yes. - You've got a cell phone?

Fuck! - What?

Yeah, no range of course.

This he knew, naturally.

They're just fucking me up. - Stop cursing, please.

I'm completely hyper.

For the moment I cannot get a wink of sleep.

You'd better get some rest.