A Kadokawa Film
A Kadokawa Horror Library 20th Anniversary Production
SWEET WHIP
Presented by Femme Fatale & Kadokawa Pictures
Executive Producer: Shinichirou Inoue
Planning: Takeshi Yasuda
Producers: Katsuya Kamo & Takashi Ishii
Based on the novel Amai Muchi by Kei Oishi (Kadokawa Horror Library)
Naoko at age 32: Dan Mitsu
Naoko at age 17: Yuki Mamiya
Tsuyoshi Nakano
Itou Youzaburou
Hiroko Yashiki Jun Nakayama
Taro Suwa Fumiaki Mitsuyama Kura
Hiroko Nakajima
Naoto Takenaka
Producers: Ujikatsu Ohmori & Takashi Achiwa
Photography: Jasushi Sasakibara (J.S.C.) and Yoshiaki Yamamoto Lighting: Miyanobu Inori
Art Director: Takayuki Suzuki Music: Goro Yasukawa
Sound Recording: Mineharu Kitamura Editor: Maruyama Yuuji
Assistant Director: Shin Ikemoto Set Design: Takami Akio
Written & Directed by Takashi Ishii
Her name is Naoko Misaki.
15 years after the incident,
she's now 32, and works as a fertility specialist at this clinic.
Now I'll transfer the embryo.
Tell me if you feel any pain.
OK.
- Does it hurt? - No.
Apart from the operating and incubation rooms where Mozart plays,
Naoko spends most of Tuesday to Saturday...
in the confines of her consultation room.
We're all done. You can rest in your room.
On the right is her mother Kayoko, 57.
Despite her age she has terminal cancer and is in a hospice.
To this day Kayoko rues the destruction...
of the happiness she shared with her husband and only daughter,
due to that hideous incident 15 years ago.
With two eggs, it looks hopeful.
I'm so happy!
Wonderful! The egg collection operation is 8am next Tuesday,
so have an injection tomorrow.
- Please wait at reception. - Yes.
- Take care. - Thank you.
Your last patient this morning. Number 16.
Another busy day.
It's not over yet. Hang in there!
Mozart sounds like a march now.
True. The Director may like it, but it's wearing my ears out!
Hello, Mother.
Miss Naoko, when are you coming to see me next?
Tomorrow afternoon.
Since the incident, Naoko's mother calls her 'Miss'.
And Naoko came to use only formal language with her parents.
This is Naoko's family 15 years ago.
That's her father. After the incident...
he must have hated the unease he felt living with Naoko.
He was posted to Kansai,
where he died of a cerebral hemorrhage.
This is Naoko at age 17.
That hot summer morning,
Naoko left for holiday school swimming club practice.
Just an ordinary morning.
Got your umbrella?
Hey, will you be home at the usual time?
See ya, Mom. Love ya.
What's that for?
Just like an American movie. Love ya, Mom. Hug, hug!
As always, Kayoko went outside to watch her daughter go.
And closed the door once she was gone.
As always.
As always, Naoko never looked back.
She had no way of knowing that, as always,
from the garage of a dome-roofed home beside the train tracks,
a man was watching her...
It happened that evening
on her way home from school.
As the rain poured down.
What's taking her so long?
- It's OK! - I'll go, too! - I'll be fine.
She'll be mad! Your umbrella...
I'm already wet and late, so it's OK.
Really? OK, see ya.
Take care! Bye!
This is crazy!
It's bucketing down.
- Hello. - Hello.
Our neighbour's kinda handsome, isn't he?
He's a wealthy bachelor.
I heard he has a basement room to listen to music in.
Don't be silly He's failed to get into med school three times.
Shut up!
Get off me!
A toilet...?
Mom! Mom!
Help! Somebody!
Somebody help me! Mom! Mom!
Somebody! Help!
Somebody! Somebody help me!
Mom!
Help!
Care to dance?
Let's... have fun.
No... Don't... Let me go!
Stay away!
No?
Let's... get along.
Mom! Mom! Help!
Somebody! Somebody!
No! No!
Somebody! Somebody! Help!
You're late! I called Miyuki...
I'm soaked! This was useless!
- What about Naoko? - Naoko?
- What's wrong? - She hasn't come home!
I called Miyuki, and she said they split up an hour ago!
The domed roof!
No patrol car?
My daughter's been abducted! She might be killed!
Kayoko, we don't know for sure.
We need more to go on. Like a ransom call...
She thought the police would send several cars,
the media would swarm in, and there'd be a public search on TV.
However, the reality was different.
There was no ransom call,
and she was of age, so she could be on a date.
"The trains are still running, so let's wait and see."
That's what the officers told her. All she could do was wait.
She stayed up all night waiting for her daughter to return...
but she never did.
Well, it was bucketing down.
Nobody came, and I didn't hear anything.
Ultimately, Naoko's disappearance...
wasn't made public or treated as suspicious.
That year, the police received over 100,000 missing person reports.
They saw no evidence of foul play,
so her mother reported her as a runaway,
and local police merely conducted a door-to-door investigation.
Later, a search of Naoko's room found love letters, alcohol,
cigarettes, as well as porn videos,
and contraceptives bought out of curiosity.
Do you know anything about this?
Don't worry. She's in her adolescent years...
Her parents tried to convince themselves that she had run away from home.
Then one evening, a month later...
Mr. Kajima, I'm sorry for the bother.
Not at all. It's my job.
So, how was your doctor's visit?
It seems to be stress. My autonomic nerve...
That's to be expected. A month without your daughter...
We want to do something, but we can't without evidence.
I'm sorry. If there's anything, even a phone call,
we'll respond immediately.
Our relatives suggested we hand out flyers...
Mom, help me...
Who are you?!
Are you Naoko?!
Mom...
Where on earth have you been for the last month?!
Behind the...
After risking her life to escape,
Naoko thought that her mother would rejoice...
That she would embrace her daughter and weep tears of joy.
However, that was not the case.
Looking at Naoko, bloodied, naked and handcuffed,
Kayoko must have realised what had been done to her.
She froze, gazing upon Naoko like some obscene freak,
and coldly rejected her.
How many did this to you? Do you remember?
One.
I'm afraid... Help me...
If it was one, it's Fujita.
His doctor parents died a long time ago.
What's he been doing all this time?!
You... you were at his house?
Naoko may have been unrecognisable,
but her mother's accusatory gaze...
would torment her deeply...
for years to come.
She's in custody!
She's naked, covered in blood. Fujita held her captive...
The basement room of Naoko's captor Takeo Fujita...
had been built by his doctor parents for listening to music in.
Completely soundproofed, it was once white.
They'd died 10 years earlier...
and it had become a torture chamber with moldy, windowless walls...
by the time Naoko was brought there.
For a long time before that,
Fujita had the sickening intention...
of imprisoning the girl next door.
On the fateful day of that driving downpour,
he had executed his wicked plan at last.
I'll handcuff you.
Sorry for this.
The incident received heavy coverage in newspapers and on television.
To protect the young victim's privacy,
the police withheld her details.
The perpetrator's name was released,
but the girl's name,
and the fact she returned home in handcuffs, was not.
- Please face the wall. - Come on.
Okay?
That's it.
Turn to your side.
Lift her hair up more.
Take off the robe. No need for the cuffs.
I'll remove them.
Sorry for this.
Furthermore, the fact that Naoko's body...
was covered by wounds, seemingly made with a whip, was not disclosed either.
Lie down on the bed.
Can you bend your legs?
Bend your knees, and spread your legs.
It'll be used as evidence in court.
Sorry. Can you spread them?
Sorry for this.
Thank you.
- Doctor, please do a pregnancy test. - Okay.
Sorry for this. It must be hard.
Are you okay?
If it's too much, we'll do the test tomorrow.
I'm all right.
You did very well.
The doctor kept holding Naoko...
as she whispered, "It'll be OK."
Just like a mother,
she embraced her tightly.
Naoko?
- Let's begin. - OK.
There's still the pregnancy test and more,
so please wait a little longer.
The test showed...
that 17-year-old Naoko was pregnant from repeated rape.
You'll be fine, Miss Masaki.
It's not your fault.
None of this is your fault.
You've got nothing to worry about.
I'll restore your body to the way it was.
Naoko's heart had been turned to ice by her parents' unexpected rejection,
but the doctor's words enveloped it in warmth.
It was probably because of this doctor.
That she decided to become one.
She wanted to be like her,
and give warmth to the hearts of others.
15 years on, people's memories of that horrific incident...
had faded with the passage of time.
However,
I have never forgotten about it, not ever.
Even now, my entire being...
remains dominated by that horrific ordeal.
- Miss Naoko? - That's because...
Is there any chance of you coming to see me right now?
I'm sorry.
I have other plans tonight, so I'm afraid it's not possible.
Tomorrow, then? Your clinic will be closed...
That's because...
I feel so lonely at night.
...the 17-year-old victim of that horrific incident...
is still me.
I'll go as soon as I can tomorrow...
My terminally-ill mother torments me with her persistent calls.
As if she doesn't want me to forget the horrors I experienced.
Soon after I hung up...
she called yet again.
As if to cancel out the sound of her ringing,
I recall how the rain sounded on that day.
The sound of the shower...
takes me back to that day when I was 17...
It's bucketing down.
"Don't forget. You mustn't forget."
So whispers my 17-year-old self.
Hello?
Good evening. Much obliged.
Yes, that's fine. I'll only visit my mother.
Understood. I'll be there.
On the day I was abducted,
there was no mirror in that basement room.
But on the next day, or the day after,
he brought in a full-length mirror that he said was his mother's,
and put it by the wall.
This belonged to my mother.
You have to eat.
Don't like that?
You often ordered pizza; I thought you liked it.
I hate it.
I can't stand it.
So let me go!
What do you like to eat?
Beef stew? Curry?
I'll make you anything.
Shall we eat together?
Like having a party.
He looked into the mirror as he had his way with me.
It was as if he was showing me to his mother on the other side.
Or perhaps, as if I was her surrogate...
It's me. Listen, Aunt Michi just died.
Can you handle the funeral?
Mrs. Masaki? I'm coming in.
Mom, it's Naoko.
Miss Naoko...
My bed...
Could you... adjust it?
I'll do it.
All right, please call if you need me.
I brought ice cream. Would you like some?
I heard your mouth ulcer's bad.
I want to eat it, but...
- Would you like medicine? - No.
I hate drugs...
It's not like it would cure me.
All I have to look forward to is death.
This is a dumping ground for old people.
Come on.
Not that again.
Every time we meet, Mother says the same things, and complains.
How long...
are you...
going to hate me...
I hate you?
Today, Mother looked very unwell.
Even talking looked painful.
She soon fell asleep again.
It must be the excess of morphine she's being given to ease her pain.
After the incident, her actions hurt me deeply.
Even so, I thought that in time,
if I could overcome it,
happiness would return to our family once more.
- I had a lot of trouble... - Don't touch that.
I, I...
It would... have been better for you if I'd not come back, wouldn't it?
You thought a bad girl like me had better die, didn't you?
However, I was wrong.
Just as milk cannot be returned to the bottle once spilt,
our family was never the same.
Mother...
Who are you?!
Stay with her! Hold on...!
Perhaps it was Mother who despised me and Fujita,
for conspiring to wreak havoc...
on her life with my father.
Or perhaps, she thought I should have...
lived with him in that basement room...
for the rest of our lives.
My parents continued to look upon me as if I was...
an abhorrent, filthy beast, right until the very end.
No...
That doesn't matter anymore.
My mother will soon die...
and it will all be over.
Despite this era of surveillance,
for patients' privacy there are no cameras in this room.
On my way home from the clinic,
I often use this room to change for my night job.
At night, I become 'Serika'.
Tonight, I will be entertaining three high-level clients...
I'm going to work now, Mother.
Dear Serika in the mirror, you look so beautiful...
See you next time, Mother.
The S&M club is in a disused warehouse.
It has three playrooms, Japanese and Western style,
and Serika works in the attic, a whip play room.
Each night, as clients' chosen music plays,
it becomes a sanctum for clandestine S&M.
Owner Keiko Kinoshita's bodyguard,
a man called Narumi, takes the lead...
as we run up the stairs to the Warehouse's attic.
Beneath is a security room.
Although the club offers S&M play
being a slave at the mercy of clients is a dangerous job.
The security room has three monitors,
and if a client attempts to go beyond agreed limits,
Narumi puts a stop to it.
Five minutes late! Your Master's waiting!
This domineering woman is club owner Keiko Kinoshita.
On your knees!
She plays a dominatrix who constantly torments Serika.
Also a sadist in real life, she lives with a masochistic middle-aged woman.
Beg for forgiveness!
Stand up! Stand up!
Punishment for her tardiness: tear off her dress.
Can I?
You go, sir.
- Beg for forgiveness. - Beg for forgiveness.
Forgive me...
"Forgive me"? I didn't hear you say "please"!
Say, "Please forgive me," dammit!
Beg for it!
Serika, get on all fours!
Get on all fours, now!
Ready? Now we'll begin, Serika.
This whip is for S&M play. It makes a big noise, but doesn't hurt.
Does it hurt, Serika?
It hurts!
It's partly an act, and sometimes clients notice.
What's wrong, Serika?
Lift your head! Everyone's looking. Show them your pretty face.
Get down lower!
Look at the state of you! Look at the state of you!
Can't you even take this much?
You better get used to it!
It's not over yet, Serika.
I thought this was an S&M club.
I was looking forward to Japanese bondage.
Western whips just hurt; they're not my style.
Oh, of course! Damn right.
Madam, if I may...
Real whips are nothing like that.
Flesh tears, you get covered in blood...
and your cock doesn't get hard, it shrinks.
Unless you want to fuck a bloody freak.
Mr. Arisue's left already?
No, bring him here now.
Yeah, you can't beat a kimono.
Show us your fucking face.
Stay fucking quiet!
Shut the fuck up!
There they are!
This one, too.
Hey! You don't know when to give in, do ya?
She's hairless.
Yeah, that ain't shaved, it's waxed!
Hey... it's more obscene to keep it hidden than to show everything.
- Hey! Get me a loincloth! - Huh?
Don't "Huh" me! A loincloth!
You ain't got none, shithead?
I got one right here.
Now there's a man I can rely on!
Wrap it 'round the back.
Why the hell did you become an S&M slave?
Did you get raped or tied up,
and now you can't get over it, because you liked it?
You better 'fess up, or we'll fuckin' make you talk!
Can we ask private questions?
Answer me!
You won't answer? You won't answer?
Hey Mr. Rope Artist, tie her to that pole.
Spread-eagled to begin with...
then bend her knees and spread her legs!
These, these, these, these!
This, this, this, this!
Is that staging?
Huh? Yes, it's staging.
- Look carefully - Yes.
Can I touch them?
Spread your legs!
Wonderful!
Look up.
You look up!
This is very complex.
Shall I take a picture?
Take a picture of her breasts.
All right.
A picture of her face, too.
Hey look at these!
They've got tight.
Here. Take a picture of this.
Yes.
Take a look at this.
Incredible!
This is just incredible!
Take a picture of her hips.
These hips!
The legs now.
You're really dexterous.
What next?
This is so good.
M-shaped.
M, indeed.
- Kimono is the best for rope. - Right.
The kimono slip is very sexy.
Wow! Great!
The best is yet to come.
It's ready now?
Were you treated like this?
Let's get started.
A long time in captivity makes you feel for your captor,
and your hearts become connected.
Being raped and tied up is unpleasant at first,
but you gradually succumb as it becomes pleasurable.
First you hate it, then you moan for it.
"No" means "Yes". Am I right?
Hey! You were raped, no?
Answer me!
If you don't talk, the mouth between your legs will!
Quite the stubborn one, aren't ya?
Hey get the wax.
Here, sir.
Don't... Please, don't.
You're going too far.
What happened to you? Well?
Did he ram in a vibrator? Gave you an enema?
'Fess up now.
Can't forget what he did to your asshole?
That's why you're an S&M slave?
It burns! It burns! Forgive me!
If you won't confess...
we'll have to ask down here.
How does it feel?
It burns!
Fess up.
Fess up now.
It burns?
Forgive me!
Actually you like this, don't you?
I'll give you more wax.
She won't confess because she likes it. Let's give her more.
This is great!
Feel good?
Need more here?
Watch out!
Isn't that dangerous?
Don't worry
Looks like fun.
The client is referring to Stockholm Syndrome.
However, it doesn't apply to me.
Fujita forced his love on me,
had his way with me on his terms,
and destroyed my bond with my family. That's all.
Sympathising with him, coming to enjoy sex with him,
coming to love him...
That never happened.
I only felt the fear of being killed...
and physical pain from daily torture.
A longing for home...
and a reunion with my family...
I won't tell anyone!
I promise I won't tell!
So please, let me go home!
Please!
It's been a week already! You've got to give in...
- No! - What?!
Please... give in to me!
Please...
Let's get along...
Get along...
Sorry! I'm sorry!
I love you! I always have.
I love the beauty next door...
and I always dreamed of being with you like this!
Will you accept me?
We'll edit it and blur your faces before we return the memory card.
As a memento.
Better to blur waist-down than waist-up, no?
The basement room had no bath.
Therefore, I couldn't wash myself.
He filled a large tub with hot water,
and washed my body.
As if to show his kindness.
It hurts!
He must have thought I was beginning to accept him.
I was merely exhausted to the point of helplessness,
and had lost the energy to resist.
Half a month like this is bad for you.
If you promise to live here with me from now on,
you can use the bath upstairs.
You said you wanted...
So you haven't given in yet.
That's too bad.
I'll punish you.
Never mind...
You're still young, so I was hopeful.
But this is no-one's fault, so don't blame yourself.
Doctor Misaki?
One more time... ls one more time out of the question?
Should I give up?
Well...
I'm concerned... about the financial burden.
Money's not an issue. Please help us.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Then let's do it!
If you two are so set on this,
I'm sure it'll work out. Let's give it a try!
Did you go to the seaside?
What?
Your skin's all red.
It is? Oh, this...?
I have sensitive skin, so I get burn marks easily.
You are beautiful.
Where did that come from?!
You mean... tonight?
Yes, to see my mother.
I have an urgent client, but none of the other girls are free.
I hate to ask two days in a row, but can you do it?
All right. What time should I...
Oh, there you are, Doctor.
The Director wants to see you.
- What's up? - Well...
- Is he grumpy? - Not as much as usual.
Mr. Daigo is a very valued client,
- so do your best tonight, Serika. - Yes.
Good evening, Mr. Daigo.
Thank you always for your custom.
We look forward... to serving you tonight.
I am Serika. My pleasure to serve you.
Good evening.
The pleasure's all mine.
- Now, Serika, get down on all fours. - Yes.
- We'll begin, Serika. - Yes.
Does it hurt, Serika?
It hurts.
Does it hurt, Serika?
It hurts!
Serika, make sure you show your face to Mr. Daigo!
Yes.
I told you not to look down. Bite this.
Don't let go of it.
Does it hurt?
You can take it, no?
Hold it right there.
Hey, you...
Miss Serika.
Now I want you to try switching roles.
It's your turn to whip Miss Kinoshita.
Mr. Daigo, that's not allowed.
This girl can't use a whip. It's club policy.
I want to see you being whipped.
But that's the policy of my club. It's not in our agreement.
I want to see you being whipped.
If you can't do that, you're free to leave.
Our relationship will be over.
Now then...
what'll it be?
You take a whipping?
Or perhaps...
All right.
I'll do as you ask.
Tonight, I'll allow myself to be whipped by Serika.
Miss Kinoshita, lie face up on this bed.
Face up? What will you do?
You will ask no questions, and do as I say. Quickly!
Miss Serika?
Assist me.
Stretch out your arms and legs.
That's it.
Why are you tying me?!
Miss Kinoshita, be quiet.
Now then, help me move the bed.
Ready?
Mr. Daigo!
Mr. Daigo, don't!
No! Mr. Daigo, stop!
Let's get started.
I want you to whip Miss Kinoshita, as hard as you can.
Here.
Now, let's begin.
More.
More!
Serika!
More.
It hurts!
- More. - Yes.
- It hurts! - More.
Yes.
Damn you...
Serika... Serika!
- More. - Yes.
- It hurts! - More.
More. More.
More, more, more, more...
Fuck you!
It hurts!
One night, after three weeks,
I developed a high fever, chills, and a headache.
I was always naked, so it was either a cold,
or exhaustion induced by severe stress...
and incessant sexual intercourse.
He kept giving me cold medicine his mother had brought home...
It's going down!
Apple juice.
Drink it. Come on, drink.
Open up, come on.
Relieved that my fever had gone down,
or to gain my sympathy,
he began to talk about himself.
His father had been a surgeon, and his mother a physician.
Did you know?
I knew, but feigned ignorance.
My conception was unplanned, so I was always alone.
I remember my mother used to say...
his parents were too busy
so they were never much of a family
They didn't get on, or show love for him. They were too smart...
for their own good.
I heard this before I was born.
I wanted to listen to it nightly with my wife-to-be.
I failed to get into med school three times in a row...
His appalled parents...
began to fight daily over him.
He felt like a loser...
This too I learned from my mother.
My dad walked out...
and mama died suddenly so I've been alone all this time...
I'm used to it.
None of that mattered to me.
He violently abducted and imprisoned me...
Loneliness was no justification.
24 hours a day, I cowered in fear,
thinking his attacks would kill me.
I want to eat an apple.
Really?
- I'm sorry - Don't talk.
I'll bin it.
I'll wash up. Get some rest.
It hurts!
Stop, Miss Serika.
That whip won't do.
If you go easy on her, you'll be next.
Begin.
May I?
Didn't you hear me?
Whip her.
It hurts!
Are you all right?
It hurts!
- Mr. Daigo! - Forgive me.
The moment I heard Kinoshita Keiko scream in agony
I felt within me...
the same ecstasy Serika experienced when she was whipped.
No... It was a more intense pleasure.
A desire. To whip Keiko Kinoshita,
this sadistic lesbian who now begged for mercy.
Harder, and more viciously.
Until she lost consciousness.
For God's sake, please stop! Please...
Forgive me.
In that moment all those years ago, a strange taste filled my mouth.
A strange taste...
What on earth was it?
I had come to this club in order to find out...
No.
This is not the taste.
- Boss, about... - Stay out of here!
Don't tell me you recorded that! Delete it!
I'm sorry. I got carried away.
It's all right. You did nothing wrong.
Mr. Daigo was so pleased, he said he'd come back again.
You ought to have your wounds treated.
I'm pathetic, screaming as much as I did.
I'll wire your account, so go home.
Thank you very much.
Oh yeah, I forgot...
Sorry to ask three times in a row, but you're wanted tomorrow.
Tomorrow night?
I was going to visit Mother...
He'll be new to you. Your reputation sold him.
A genuine sadist.
A genuine sadist?
Frightened?
I could do it after 9pm.
Of course. Thank you.
That's it for today.
- That's it. We ran late. - We did.
Are you rushing off to a date, Doctor?
If only! I'm going to see my mother.
The Director said our closing music is Brahms from today.
Sure.
Nurse Ueda? Misaki here.
I'm sorry somethings come up. Any change with my mother?
The doctor said she only has until tomorrow or the next day,
so you'd best come tomorrow.
Tomorrow...
I'll definitely come tomorrow...
but if anything happens...
please call me even if it's in the middle of the night.
Understood.
Tomorrow or the day after, Mother will die.
So tonight, I will go to meet the "genuine sadist".
Perhaps he will be the one...
who helps me to remember that strange taste.
- I'm ready - Let's go. - OK.
- I'll do my best. - Come on, hurry
Here she is. Serika.
Miss Kinoshita sent me. Please call me Serika.
I'm honored to serve you.
This man, who Kinoshita called "a genuine sadist"...
Come show me your face.
The way he looks... Is he merely an eccentric?
An extreme narcissist?
Have you... worked for Miss Kinoshita long?
Yes, about two years.
Don't act so superior.
I beg your pardon.
I'm deeply sorry.
You...
You're a true masochist?
Yes, I'd like to think so.
I see.
How exciting.
Shall we begin?
Thanks to you, I feel a lot better.
Where is it?
The fruit knife... where'd you hide it?
What do you mean?
Drop the act. On that day a week ago, you caught a fever.
I just went to use it, but it's gone!
Where is it?!
What are you doing? Mr. Takeo?
You want to kill me with it and escape, don't you?
Kill you?
What's this about? Tell me.
Damn it!
Say something. Where did you hide it?
Can't breathe...
How could you... How could you betray me?!
This is shit.
This isn't what I requested.
You... Don't think you'll get out of here alive.
Aren't you a masochist?
If so...
Please, don't be violent!
Are you sure?
Last week, this guy nearly killed Satomi.
Leave them be. A genuine sadist and masochist.
It's all just play.
"Terror with a guarantee of safety".
But the guy's a total whackjob.
Shithead. He can die for all I care.
This is against our agreement... Against the rules!
"Against our agreement"?
None of that applies to me.
Tonight, I will kill you.
Serika, the persona I assumed...
was to entertain Mr Kamiyama in the usual attic playroom,
and allow him to strangle me?
No...
During our session, his arm wrapped around my neck.
All went silent...
I'll jump to my death, too.
And eventually, all I could see was darkness.
No! Mr. Takeo, forgive me!
Please, forgive me!
Forgive you? You didn't take the knife?
You're innocent? Then why forgive or kill?
I'll do anything! I won't refuse sex!
So please, forgive me! Have mercy on me!
It's been a month, and still you betrayed me.
I can't forgive you.
Are you going to beat me with your belt again? Are you?
No! Please!
Don't beat me! I'll do anything! So please, don't beat me!
Then tell me, where did you hide it?
I don't know!
As I was whipped, I urinated and drooled,
thrust my crotch and smiled lasciviously,
while my 17-year-old self looked on.
Yes, it was also during this...
that a strange taste filled my mouth.
But not the same.
What I seek is a different memory,
a different taste...
I came to this club in search of that 'sweet' taste.
But ultimately after two years here, I never rediscovered that taste.
This genuine sadist might help me to remember it tonight.
Or so Naoko thought...
No, Serika...
When she came to, Serika was in the rafters of an attic,
her clothes sliced by his knife.
"I 'll kill you, then I'll jump to my death,"
he whispered in her ear.
Scared? He whispered in her ear.
Shall I gouge out your eyeballs? He whispered in her ear.
Shall I gouge out your eyeballs?
Then he took out his most painful whip.
Shall I slice off your nose? Then he took out his most painful whip.
He mumbled that he would torture her to death,
as he continued to whip her.
I won't kill you yet. Too wasteful.
Keep calm, Naoko! Keep calm!
However, he was more interested in...
torturing her to death than whipping her.
"Today's play will be my last."
I'll torture you to death.
"I'll kill you, then myself," he said repeatedly.
I'll leap to my death from here.
I'll be killed... I'll be killed!
Hospice: Nurse Ueda
Stop ringing.
No food today.
I want to go home...
Mom...
At first, I expected the same play as always...
but his unrelenting onslaught made me...
Oh... Quivering in fear and desperation,
Serika tried to escape.
But Naoko was not like her.
She was curious...
I'll be killed... I'll be killed!
The reason for that was...
the sweet taste that she had once known...
was filling her mouth once again.
I'll hang you from this like Jesus.
I'll be killed!
Crucifixion.
I'll be killed!
Hey... What's all this?
Your execution begins now.
Stop ringing.
Dr. Misaki? Your mother's condition is worsening!
Dr. Misaki?
Dr. Misaki, huh?
Come to me.
Do your worst to me.
Please, come to me.
Sorry.
Wipe me.
Rape me!
Do your worst before you kill me!
What have you done?!
I can't take it!
You...
Boss! Boss!
Fuck... I should've killed you...
What the fuck's she doing?! It's not play?!
Marry me!
Just the two of us...
having fun...
I never had any fun...
Until you...
I dragged his lifeless body from the basement door...
over to the bed, and lay him down on it.
Then I played Brahms' Waltz No. 15, the one he had wanted to dance to...
with his bride-to-be.
In my mouth...
a strange, sweet taste lingered.
I can't take it...
It tastes... sweet!
Stop, Serika!
What happened? You're all bloody! Are you OK?
Mother? Do you still despise him, Mother?
You mean the man who had his way with you, Naoko?
I despised him. You were only 17, and I felt so bad for you.
If I meet him in hell, I'll torture him to death!
Come to me.
I always embraced you.
Mother, don't be angry!
Serika, give me the knife.
Mother!
What have you done, Naoko?!
Boss!
Naoko...
There's one more!
Who are you?!
Dan Mitsu
Yuki Mamiya
Tsuyoshi Nakano
Hiroko Yashiki Shun Nakayama
Yozaburo Ito
Hiroko Nakajima
Naoto Takenaka
English translation: Don Brown Additional translation work: quaisnord Subtitles transcribed & timed by lordretsudo
Executive Producer: Shinichiro Inoue
Produced by Takeshi Yasuda
Executives in Charge of Production: Katsuya Kamo & Takashi Ishii
Producers: Ujikatsu Omori & Takashi Achiwa
Based on the novel Amai Muchi by Kei Ohishi
Directors of Photography: Yasushi Sasakibara (J.S.C.) Yoshiaki Yamamoto
Lighting Director: Miyanobu Inori
Production Designer: Takayuki Suzuki
Music by Goro Yasukawa
Sound Recording: Mineharu Kitamura
Editor: Yuji Murayama
A Femme Fatale Production
Presented by Kadokawa Pictures & Femme Fatale
Written & Directed by Takashi Ishii
(c)2013 'Sweet Obsession' Film Partners