Juliette laughed. "No, dear. Hell is believing you deserve to suffer."
The château rose from the mist like a bone through soil. Inside, tapestries depicted Roman debauchery; chandeliers dripped wax onto marble floors that had never known a servant's tired feet. The Marquis—for he demanded that title—offered her a silk gown and a room with a fire. "Service," he said, "not servitude. You shall read to me in the evenings." mshahdt fylm Marquis de Sade Justine 1969 mtrjm
Justine read until dawn. Then she looked up at her tormentor. "Is Juliette alive?" Juliette laughed
The first night, she answered yes. He nodded and let her sleep on the stone floor. You shall read to me in the evenings
That first night, he had her read from Sade's Philosophy in the Boudoir . She stumbled over the words: "The only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment." The Marquis smiled. "Continue."