Bloodsucking Freaks

The new shipment has arrived, Master.

Good, good, good...

What a marvelous, wonderful, attentive audience you are.

And I may I add...

... a brave one too.

Now those of you who are weak willed or coward would have fled by now.

Or regurgitated...

...over the seats in front of you.

But why, really?

This is just a theatrical presentation.

A show,

which offers no reality, not a fraction of reality.

And just allows us, you and me...

... to tell into our deepest fantasies

far beyond erotica.

I'm...

Sardu

Master of the Theater of the Macabre.

Tonight...

... we begin with torture.

Again I warn you...

If should you find what you see...

is a little upsetting to your stomachs...

then just pretend we're play acting.

But if you're skeptical or bored...

then just pretend that what you see...

is real.

Are you willing to accept Sardu as your lord and master...

and obey his every whim and command?

Listen...

I'll do anything you want.

Oh no, no, no, my dear!

We've just begun.

It's a trick!

Who said that?

Ohhh Mr. Maverick, the famous football player.

Ralphus...

Would you care to try it on Miss DeNatalie there?

The lovely prima ballerina.

Don't you dare!

A trick?

What you are about to see now is the is the 2nd degree of torture.

The iron tourniquet.

She's dead, master.

She is dead.

Tell me, Mr. Maverick...

Why are you applauding?

She is a very good actress.

What if I were to tell you that she is really dead?

Actually and eternally?

Trash!

I've seen better, years ago...

in the Grand-Guignol in Paris.

Ahh Mr. Creasy Silo, the eminent critic.

Not here officially...

I don't review third rate magic shows.

Magic?

And let Mr. Silo explain our next trick...

Dismemberment.

Ohh now we're getting the proper reaction.

Now the eyes, Ralphus.

Call this a trick?

Not a trick...

Drama.

Pure theater.

The donation for actors, please. Non of the actors receive any pay.

The donation for actors, please. Non of the actors receive any pay.

Thank you very much, sir.

A donation for the actors.

Mr. Silo...

A donation for the actors?

Actors?

No true actor would submit to engage in such trash.

But you are going to review my show.

Absolutely not!

You heard me in there ...

If I were to review your so-called show even badly,

I feel some of my readers might come just out of curiosity.

And I do not want to be responsible for keeping your theater open,

one more day!

Then we shall see.

Really ?

Hey, don't listen to him.

I hate critics and he is at the top of the list.

You know, I really liked your show.

Thank you, Mr. Maverick.

You ought to move it up town.

Ohh well...

And what did Miss DeNatalie think of our show?

It was just so real.

That girl in the chair...

She was excellent.

She's a fantastic actress. I'd like to meet her.

Well, perhaps another time.

She got a terrible headache.

Oh, I could imagine!

Good night.

Thank you.

Good night.

Tom, will you please get me out of here before I throw up.

Don't you dare ruin my dinner!

How delightful...

A little after dinner music.

I want Creasy Silo brought here!

You want us to kidnap him, master?

Yes, Ralphus.

I can't do it, it's too dangerous.

I'll get caught!

You must do this for me, Ralphus.

Then what will you do for me, master?

You've been a very bad boy today.

Have I really been that bad?

Must I be punished?

Now I find this artist makes a very interesting statement.

I beg your pardon, haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Welcome to the Theater of the Macabre, Mr Silo.

I think your appreciation of my art shall be greatly enhanced in the next few days.

I don't believe it!

I don't believe it, Sardu.

Thinking of all these is so trite and kidnapping, so classical.

The eminent critic has a sense of humor in times of stress.

But it won't suffice for what is to follow, my friend.

Unless of course you agree that my theater is true art

and you apologise to me in the most sincere way.

Or...?

Torture.

This will never work, Sardu.

Allow me to show you.

No. No.

A most modern method of reflex orientation.

Ralphus will now induce 500 volts to her nervous system.

If she does as she is told, there is no pain,

if not...

excruciating agony.

She will soon learn, the only thing to alleviate her discomfort ...

is her utterly correct responses to my commands

and the sound of this whistle.

No. ..

Master!

Please don't hurt me any more!

Master !

I know, my dear.

We will soon find many exciting things for you to do.

And in time you'll learn to enjoy them.

Gidee Up!

So Creasy...

look on in awe at a man who has turned all his fantasies into reality.

Not really.

One still escapes you ...

Success in the theater.

That is about to occur.

My new show received critical acclaim.

You haven't the talent to create anything but garbage.

A ballet is forming in my mind.

It will combine 2 art forms...

Sadism and dance.

Cos the public cannot digest eroticism alone.

But to display sadism and discipline in its purest form

would on lead to imprisonment.

But by simply disguising it with a story, a minimal plot

and a score...

will result in my being hailed as a creative genius.

Kill me!

Kill me!

Oh no, my friend.

You're going to be front row, centre in my triumph.

After all...

what good is the show without a critic?

Have you finished your ride, Ralphus?

Put her to work in the toilet.

Her mouth will make an interesting urinal.

At last I'm glad to see some of the petro dollars flowing back in this direction.

I can't say I'm not doing my bit for the economy.

One million.

Whoa, there's no need to count it.

Your employer is an old customer.

He is very pleased with the quality of the shipment.

They have done much to maintain peace in my area of the world.

You tell Henry that he is a very fine gentleman.

And a very good customer.

Will I be seeing him shortly?

No, not likely.

At this moment, he is flying back to the Middle east.

To be on hand to supervise the reception of the shipment.

Personally!

If that is agreeable with everybody concerned.

Go away! Go away!

Filthy bitches!

Get back!

Get back! Away, bitches!

Get back!

Stay back!

Stay back!

Sluts!

Are you hurt, master?

It's just a scratch.

Still untrainable!

Still refuse to accept me as your master, eh?

Ralphus.

Master?