Monster In Your Bed

Supper With Satan

Minka fell on her back panting as Hannibal pulled out of her, & rolled next to her flat on his back. She stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"What seems to be occupying your mind?" Hannibal's smooth, accented voice made her snap out of it.

"Hm?"she turned her head slowly to look at him, meeting his hazel eyes.

"Something seems to be on your mind for these past few days, so what seems to be it?" He continued to ask, taking her soft manicured hand in his, gently pressing it to his lips.

She looked at him, contemplating what to say.

"Hannibal" She started, then let out a breath, searching in her mind for the right words "Are you losing interest in me?" She asked, her voice low & hesitant.

Hannibal looked at her, his eyes widened for a second. He was a bit taken aback, but nonetheless still kept his composure

"What would make you say that?" He asked calmly.

"It's just that..."

He smoothly cut in.

"Isn't what I do enough? has there been any dereliction in my part as your husband?" He asked, there is a guilting undertone to it to make her question herself, but he made it sound as though he authentically cared.

Minka looked in his eyes before speaking, searching for something, but she found nothing. His eyes were warm, but there was an underlying coolness to them. It made her shiver sometimes.

"I don't know" She said running her free hand through her hair, looking to the other side "This is stupid, I sound like a child" She breathed out

"I'm sorry" She softly cooed, turning her head back to him.

"Nonsense my love" He kissed her hand gently once more "If there is anything bothering you, you can tell me, we are married after all" He looked deeply into her eyes, sending that same shiver down her spine.

She didn't know what was it, but something about this man was intimidating. She couldn't quiet put her finger on it. Though he seemed like the refined gentleman, there was something eerie & dangerous lurking beneath the surface.

"I am the one who is sorry" He added "If I have wronged you in anything on my behalf" He apologized. It sounded so sincere & loving, it made Minka drop everything that was in her mind.

She was acting like an idiot, this was her husband. He just wasn't as smothering as some people, which was a double ended sword. It wasn't suffocating, but at the same time it made you doubt if he loved you.

"No" She shook her head "You didn't do anything, I love you" she smiled at him softly,

"As do I my dear" He replied. She placed a hand on his smooth, chiseled jaw, feeling it with the tips of her finger as she moved closer to him to plant a romantic kiss on his lips.

"Hmmmm....This is delicious" Chrissy mused at Hannibal's cooking, sighing as the gourmet flavors burst in her mouth.

Chrissy & her husband John joined the Lecters' that evening for dinner. As usual, Hannibal at the head of the table. On his right, Minka sat, & on his left Chrissy & John sat next to each other.

Hannibal wasn't particularly fond of Chrissy. He found her rather annoying, crass & loud for his liking. He couldn't fathom how someone as elegant as his wife could befriend a dimwitted, imbecile such as Mrs. Nguyen. He was even surprised that someone as quiet & reserved as her husband John, who was an English Literature professor at the University of Maryland, would marry a graceless oaf such as his wife, but Hannibal was still polite with her since she didn't do anything.