Violent rage befitting a man of noble status.
Slaves and servants beaten without
discrimination. Blood soaked halls echo
with moans of suffering. Cracks of the whip
inciting shrieks of pain. The count is pleased
but not yet satisfied. Naked bodies, male and
female, covered in blood. No resistance is
offered by these peasants. They don't dare to
defy the urges of a nobleman. "The night is still
young," he says. "There's still time to **** and
defile all of you. And so I shall." He laughs as
his eye catches a young girl. "You my sweet
shall go first," he says unbuttoning his trousers.