Heather

Oh.

You throw the best parties, Caitlyn.

Have you lost your wife again?

I've lost many.

And perhaps she's upstairs, finding a clever way

of becoming ex-wife number four.

Hm.

No, no, no, no. There's -- There's no one in there.

And the party's over.

-Oh. -Oh.

Oh, I like this one for you. You can keep them young.

It's the -- It's the cure to our mortality.

George!

Ah, shit.

Pity. I guess I'm still married.

Oh, thank you. Be careful.

-Good night, George. -Good night.

What the hell? I've been in the car for,

like, 30 fucking minutes. -I've been looking for you.

What have you been doing? Yeah.

I've been looking -- what are you saying?

I can't.

Finally, alone.

We can go up to the bedroom,

and you can finish your work there.

No, I'm good.

I didn't want to seem rude to you and your friends.

You look magnificent.

Nothing but the best for my baby.

What are you doing now?

It's late. I got to get home.

Sit.

You promised you'd take advantage of me tonight.

Not sure how much I have left in me.

Oh, come on.

I have finals this week.

I've barely had time to study.

Okay. What are you really worried about?

Haven't I always taken good care of you?

It's your money wasted if I fail.

Exactly.

You won't fail.

I was like you.

Couldn't pay for groceries or rent,

but nothing stopped me.

Worked my way up from nothing.

Five years later, I owned the largest

real-estate firm in the Northeast.

Thank you.

You can be anything you want.

Anything you set your mind to.

And you've got me, so don't blow it.

I can give you the world.

Let's fuck like wild animals.

But she'll see us.

Good. Let her.

Don't pretend to be shy.

[ Cellphone beeping, vibrating ]

It's probably my mom.

She's always checking on me.

I'd be a mama's boy, too, if I looked that good.

We'll see how far you get without me.

Are you at Caitlyn's tonight?

Dude, she's getting way too possessive.

Well, what did you expect?

Remember that chick you were telling me about?

Remind me.

The one from the reunion.

You said she had a crush on me from back in the day.

Yeah. She still asks about you.

Well, who is she?

Just -- Just some girl who liked you.

That's it?

Dude, I don't know.

From what I remember in high school,

her parents were strict as hell.

Middle Eastern or some shit.

I tell you, though, she definitely blossomed.

I think she might be into kink.

Kink?

Whips. Chains. Cuffs.

How do you know?

If you saw the way she was dressed...

But is she hot?

Fuckable, for sure.

What've you got to lose?

Give me her number.

Alright.

"One fire burns out another's burning.

One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish."

It's the summer before our senior year of high school.

We're all at this party, getting wasted,

throwing back everything from beers to shots, you name it.

Robby is drunk as shit.

He's going on about wanting to get a tattoo.

Wants to look tough.

So we take him, that night.

The fuck?

Oh, where am I?

What?

Fuck.

Somebody...

talk to me.

Hello?

Who's there?

How do you like it so far?

Who's that?

Take your time.

What am I doing here?

Where am I?

How'd I get here?

I don't feel right.

Sorry about that. Wasn't sure how much to give.

You drugged me?

For what?

Look around you.

The world created by your desires.

So what was it? It was Roofies?

A little will knock you out.

Too much, and it can easily kill you.

Was starting to worry when it took you so long to wake up.

W-W-W-What is this?

Sorry about the head.

What did you do?

Bumped it trying to get you here.

Completely accidental, I assure you.

When did you, uh -- h-how did you even get...

It was the coffee, wasn't it?

Should've known not to trust a girl

who actually wants to pay for something.

To know someone, you must first know yourself.

What are you talking about?

I-I-I don't even know what's going on here.

Of course you don't, sweetie.

What is that?

That's where all the bad little boys go.

Oh.

Uh, you know, pain's not really my thing.

Men would pay top dollar to be where you are.

How'd I get so lucky?

You do know this is a federal offense, right?

There's no law against what we're doing.

I'm pretty sure kidnapping is against the law.

And who's going to believe you?

Hm?

The police?

What are you going to tell them?