Hannibal Lecter

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You knew he was waiting for you, he called you and told you that himself. You didn't know how to handle the whole situation, it scared you honestly. What would he think of you? Of course it wasn't your fault, but Hannibal might not of seen it that way. Your ex sure wouldn't of, that abusive bastard. You thought to yourself.

You hear a small noise from his office that pulls you back into reality. He really was waiting for you in there.. You take in a deep breathe, hold it, and the proceed to knock. You wait for a few seconds before you heard his voice from inside, telling you to come in. You timidly open the door and look around the office. It was dim and the air seemed coated with iron. Your eyes burn from the smell and you cover your nose, closing the door behind you. You stand there and wait for him to do something, anything. Anything would be better than nothing. Hannibal, who was turned away from you in his chair, let out a small chuckle. You feel shivers run up your spine. He hadn't sounded so dark since you both first met.

"H-hannibal?" You question.
"Want to explain what happened? Exactly what happened." You gulped and fiddled with your fingers. You wanted to explain yourself, but where could you possibly start? You took a few seconds to gather your words before you finally spoke.
"I told you I was going to that nearby club with some friends, and I did. When we got there we partied, hard too, and soon I got sick. After I cleaned myself up I told my friends I was going home and they said they were going to call you for me. I didn't want them to so I tried walking home on my own-"
"And why was that?" He interrupted. Venom seemed to lace every word that spilled from his lips.
"B-because I was scared you were going to be mad. I just didn't want you to have to see me like that" You admitted. Hannibal stayed silent and so you took this as a sign to continue.
"But as I said, I tried to walk home. It was nearby so I didn't think anything of it" You shift from one foot to the other and cross your arms to comfort yourself.
"Hannibal I swear the man just came from nowhere. I didn't know he had been following me and I promise you I didn't want him to touch me. Your the man I love and I would never cheat on you. Please baby, believe me, I didn't want him to- I didn't want him to do that" You let tears fall as you let the memories from that night replay in your mind. He had gotten far, but thank God Hannibal was there. Thank God your friends called him.

Hannibal turned around in his chair to face you. He stared into your eyes and searched them for any lies. He was always good at reading people. Your quivering lip, teared stained cheeks, messy exterior, clutched fists, it all seemed genuine to him. He knew that the look in your eyes was genuine. You were sorry, scared, and really upset. Hannibal got up from his office chair and walked to you. He stood in front of you and searched your eyes once more.
"Your not lying.." He stated. You shook your head.
"N-no, I'm not" Hannibal quickly pulled you into him. You hesitated to hug him back.
"I'm so sorry I doubted you. I shouldn't have, I promise I will never doubt you again my love. I never will, you have the words of a guilty man" You hugged him back and continued to sob into his chest. He felt guilt and anger rise through his core. With everything he had seen that night playing like a movie in his head, the rage he felt made him pop.

That disgusting, cruel, pig of a man- no, boy- had put his hands on you. He had the audacity to lay his fingers on you. His sinful and lustful fingers laid upon your soft angelic skin. Touching you in a way that only Hannibal should ever touch you. Hannibal tightened his grip on you and decided that for every minute you had suffered with that man will be a slash across the back. That each finger nail would slowly be ripped off before each and every finger and toe was broken. His penis would be cut off, no need for that in hell anyway. Hannibal grinned maniacally at the thought of the man screaming and pleading for Hannibal to stop and have mercy. Just like you had done with the man. The man's final breathe will be used to apologize to you. Hannibal will make sure of that. Until his final breathe however, he will experience nothing but pure pain and despair, just what he deserves.

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