The movie opens with an extreme close-up of Karla’s vagina. The shot is
held so long it looks like a still picture. It was as if Paul were
studying it, trying to figure out just what it was.
The camera pans to reveal Karla, stark naked, with her legs spread wide
apart, playing with herself. The setting is the same as the video they
had made with Tammy Lyn, except in this one there is no Christmas tree.
Behind Karla a fire dances in the fireplace.
"Now watch Karla play with herself," says Karla. She holds up her hand.
“Watch. There’s the hand, watch what it does.”
Paul Bernardo walks into the frame fully dressed with two drinks. He
sits down amd Karla helps him unbutton his shirt.
"A bit more to drink and then I’ll, ahh….sit back and relax," he said,
appreciating her. With her long blonde hair and impeccable skin, Karla
is a naked Barbie doll, whose arms and legs bend and move in specific,
"Let me suck those titties," says Karla, and she does. He takes a sip of
his drink and says, “It’s tough to be the king.”
She strips him liesurely, as lovers do. When she get’s his pants off,
Karla puts her nose to his penis and announces, “I love you, Snuffles.”
There is not even a hint of a giggle in her voice.
"I loved it when you fucked my little sister," Karla says casually. "I
loved it when you fucked Tammy. I loved it when you took her virginity.
Between statements Karla sucks him, and it seems to work, particularly
when she calls him the “king.”
"It is my mission in life to make you feel good," Karla declares.
Paul looks into the camera and says: “That’s why I’m going to marry
"I’m glad you made me lick her cunt," Karla says, stripping off her
flimsy teddy top, and continuing her labor.
"Are you a full-fledged dyke?" he asks, referring to her "lesbian act."
"That was different," responds Karla. "She was my little sister."
"Love in the family," Paul says smugly. "Do you believe in that
"You know I had fun doing it," she says, still busy with his [penis].
“You know I liked it.”
"What did it teach you?"
"Well, we like little girls. We like to fuck them. If you’re gonna fuck
them, I’m gonna lick them.”
When Paul asks her how old the girls should be, she suggests “thirteen.”
Her reasoning is that at that age they should still be virgins.
"You should break their hymen with Snuffles," she offers. "They’re our
children and I think you should make them even more ours.”
"I think you’re right. You’re absolutely right." Paul is breathing a bit
heavily. “Good idea. When did you come up with this idea?”
"Just now," Karla purrs, agreeing with him that these other virgins were
the closest thing they could get to Tammy.
"I think the king should roll over, ‘cause the little slave has more
things to do and say,” she says, controlling the pacing.
Paul obediently shifts position and Karla brings out a single red rose.
It as though she has a prop box just off camera and is ready for
anything. She strokes his chest and thighs with it’s petals, telling him
that they will place this particular rose on Tammy’s grave the next day
because it has touched him “in intimate places.”
In the dim light she gets up and goes behind the sofa and gets a paper
bag. From the bag she pulls out a pair of peach-colored panties.
"I have something special for you," she announces. "Tammy’s underwear to
rub all over your body.”
"I never want you to forget the time you took her virginity. The time
when you popped her hymen.”
"Best orgasm ever…" he breathlessly proclaims.
"What did it last? Sixty seconds?" she asks as she concentrates on
rubbing his penis with her dead sister’s panties.
"Oh yeah, soooo intense….."
"I didn’t give you my virginity…." Karla explains. "So I gave you
Tammy’s. I love you enough to do that.”
"And what else?" Paul asks. Loving it when she talks that talk.
"Well we did something a few days ago," she says teasingly. "We raped a
little girl. Down here in my room. You went out and you found her, got
her, and brought her back to the house. Brought her downstairs, I was
shocked. You fucked her.”
Karla keeps up her handiwork, but looks him straight in the eyes and
hugs him. “I let you do that. Because I love you. Because you’re the
He can barely speak. He grunts.
"I want you to do it again," she says, capturing his curiosity, bringing
him back from the edge of orgasm.
"When" he asks, sitting back on his haunches while karla considers her
answer and caresses his erect penis.
"This summer, because the wintertime is too hard," she says, finding
this new concept difficult to explain with his penis in her mouth.
"If you want to do it fifty times more. We can do it fifty times," she
says, rubbing him with both hands. “We can do it every weekend. We can
do it whenever we can.”
"So why do you want….why do you want to let me do it?" Paul asks.
"Because I love you. Because you’re the king. ‘Cause you deserve it,"
she says matter-of-factly, agreeing that she will join him when they get
“virgin cunts,” and she will be there to help him go “from one cunt to
another,” and “from one ass to another.” She says she will go in the car
with him if that’s what he wants.
"Or I’ll stay here and clean up afterward, like I did sunday," she
offers. “I’ll do everything I can, because I want you to be happy,
‘cause you’re the king, and ‘cause I love you.”