• The Man in The Cage •

Chapter 6

  Nervous. I was most definitely nervous. As soon as I sat down on that bench and looked in his eyes I knew he was reading me. Figuring out everything about me. He probably already knew everything about me.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Lecter," I greeted him.

"Good afternoon."

"My name is Y/N L/N and I will be asking you some questions, as you are aware," I pushed a red button on my audio recorder so that it would start recording.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss L/N."

"I want this to be more of a normal conversation then an interrogation," I said, "if you're alright with that..."

"Of course, my dear."

"I'd first like to start off our conversation with some small talk," I began, "how was your day?"

"Honestly, it was rather boring."

"I can understand," I said, "I don't understand why they put you on display. It's a rather sick idea, whether or not you killed people."

"Do you know whose idea it was?"

"No, I do not."

"Fredrick Chilton's."

My nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Understandable," I nodded, "he's a sick man."

"I'm sure he won't be bothering you for awhile."

"Why—?" I realized what he meant, "Ah. You saw what happened I'm guessing?"

He nodded.

"I'm really glad this isn't some job interview," I chuckled.

"I believe you would do well, miss L/N," he complimented, "I can only assume you've applied for many jobs."

"Yes."

He was deducing me. I didn't really have anything to hide. Our professor told us he would do that but most of my group wasn't worried. Hannibal was hoping to get a more satisfying reaction from me, but I didn't give him one.

"You don't own any pets, probably because of the fact you're busy all the time," he kept digging for information, "Or because your dome doesn't allow them."

"That is correct," I told him, "I feel like I'm getting interrogated now."

"My apologies, L/N," he smiled, "sometimes I can't help myself."

"It's quite alright."

"But you knew I was going to do that, your professor told you. Did she not?"

"She did."

"Now, I believe you had more questions for me?"

"Of course," I nodded, "besides sketching and eating people, what other hobbies to you enjoy doing?"

   I earned a light chuckle from the man. Obviously my way of asking the question was amusing to him. He sounded so normal that for a minute you could forget you were talking to a killer.

"Well, not much besides what you said," he answered, "but I have acquired a new toy to play with."

"Yes, I've been told," I knew what he was talking about, "you may keep it if you like, I have many more and can spare them."

"My deepest gratitude," he bowed his head with a playful smirk.

I lightly chuckled in response. They weren't lying about how good his charming manner was. It was probably easy for him to manipulate people.

"Now, my next question is about your charm," I said, "were you always naturally charming or was that something you learned?"

"I think it was second nature to someone like myself," he answered.

"I know you like human flesh," I started a new question, "but is there another meat you prefer? Such as your second favorite?"