"How was your show today?" Serena's friend asked as Serena wiped the sweat from her face in the dressing room.
"The same boring audience as always. There was only one guy in the crowd who caught my attention," Serena replied pensively.
"Is he rich?"
"I don't know. I've never seen him around here before."
Flashback: Canada, June 5, 2006
Serena was excited about her first day of school. Her father was sitting in the living room, watching TV and talking on his cell phone in a foreign language.
"Daughter, if you don't want to go to school, you can stay home," her father said, without taking his eyes off the screen.
"But I want to go!" Serena replied promptly.
"Go, then. But know that if you want, you can work with Daddy," he said with an enigmatic smile.
Suddenly, a loud cry for help echoed from the basement, ringing through the entire house.
"HELP! HELP! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME! PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME!" The desperation in the voice was absolute.
"Daddy, haven't you killed him yet?" Serena asked, her voice cold and devoid of any emotion.
"I'm getting old..." the father sighed. "But I don't like it when you talk like that, so cold. A child shouldn't be that way."
"A normal child shouldn't be like this. I'm not normal."
Serena walked toward the door. Her school bus was arriving. They lived in an isolated location with no neighbors nearby.
"Bye, Daddy."
Serena's father was an ex-terrorist living in Canada, secretly working in organ trafficking.
One week later
"How is school going, daughter?"
"It's great, Daddy. I've already made many friends," she replied, heading up the stairs toward her room.
"That's my girl. Always at the top."
Three days later, during lunch hour at school, Serena was sitting at a table with a friend.
"Serena, don't you think Hugo is a hottie?" the friend asked, pointing to a boy on the other side of the cafeteria.
Serena was about to put food in her mouth but stopped. She placed her utensil back on the plate.
"No. Men are disgusting, lazy, and they stink. They are full of hair, spend the day masturbating, and see women as sex toys, not as human beings."
The friend made a face of repulsion, shocked by the harshness of the words. Realizing the reaction, Serena changed her tone instantly.
"I'm joking! He's a hottie. I'm going to get with him," Serena replied with conviction.
She dropped her food on the floor, stood up with precise movements—almost like a robot—and went over to Hugo. She leaned in and whispered in his ear:
"Hugo, do you want to come to my house today? I want to show you something. I'll let you fuck me."
Hugo, who was known for being a pervert, widened his eyes.
"I'll go! I want to, so much!" He threw his own food tray on the floor and shouted for anyone who would listen: "I WANT TO SO MUCH!"
Later, the two arrived at the isolated residence.
"You live so far away," Hugo commented, looking around.
"This is my house. Make yourself at home," Serena said, opening the door.
Hugo entered and tossed his backpack on the sofa, having no idea what awaited him in that house of horrors.