Monster In Your Bed

Falling Into The Hands Of A Killer

Chrissy was determined that Hannibal was cheating on her friend with Alana bloom, so she thought of the best way to get her friend evidence, & that was by playing private investigator.

She had been following him around in her car for what seemed to be an hour now. She knew he'd be out all night long when she took a sneak peak at his organizer visiting Minka a few nights ago, seeing a reminder named "run errands" with an address written next to it with the time 9 pm which she interpreted it as code for "fuck Alana Bloom" because why would he be running errands at this time of night in someone's house?

He pulled up in front of a house, & she mimicked him parking a few blocks away. Hannibal didn't get out of his car, probably waiting for Alana to get in with him, or was doing something else.

What was taking him so fucking long? Chrissy sighed in boredom, but then jolted up from her seat when she saw the front door open.

"I caught you now you son of a bitch" She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of pride of being able to catch him cheating red handed.

She was suddenly confused when she noticed it was a man who stepped out of the house & into his vehicle.

"He's gay?" she whispered to herself dumbfounded.

Well that would explain so much to her. Minka always complained that he never seemed interested in her. Plus he was too dainty for a man Chrissy thought. She shook her head when she realized that both the man's car, & Hannibal's car were pulling out onto the road & followed them.

On the way she thought how she'd break it to her friend that her husband was gay, she imagined how heart broken & confused Minka would feel. It was one thing to have your husband be a cheater, but a whole other thing if he were both gay & a cheater.

She looked out the windshield & noticed that they were far from the city, no buildings or anything on the way confusing her even more. She turned off her headlights so he wouldn't notice her while keeping her distance.

Howard Wilson was one of Hannibal's acquaintances at the Opera, a very rude one. He was a sleaze. Or as Hannibal saw him, a pig. One evening Hannibal & His wife were at the Opera, going to see Carmen. Of course people were drinking, & talking before the show began. Hannibal & Minka were approached by Howard, who shamelessly flirted with Minka. He'd touch her hand, arm, his eyes would roam her body, her cleavage as he licked his lips ogling at her like she was a slab of meat. It made her uncomfortable & Hannibal angry. The nerve he had to do that to a married woman, & what made it worse was that it was in front of her husband too. Had this man no shame? Or at least an ounce of it?

Unfortunately the world was filled with rudeness, not many people were as refined as Hannibal, & he had to make sure these people were gone. Hannibal didn't choose them, or kill them randomly. No, all of his murders were perfectly planned & calculated. He wasn't impulsive, jumping on the kill like a rabid animal. He acted more of a Hunter, a skilled one, who'd eye his prey carefully till the perfect moment came,& then seize it. 

He had his unique ways of keeping tabs on his prey. He knew about Howard's commute to a dingy motel on the outskirts of Baltimore, where he frequently met his call girl there. Tonight happened to be one of those nights.

Howard suddenly pulled over. Hannibal, & Chrissy did the same. Chrissy just sat in her car, watching. Howard got out popping the hood of his car confused, trying to see what was wrong with the engine. As he was checking the engine, Hannibal stepped out of his vehicle walking over to Howard.

Chrissy couldn't clearly see what was going on, but it seemed like Hannibal was wearing some sort of plastic suit, kind of like the ones you put on top of your furniture. She saw the man talk to Hannibal as he walked towards him, suddenly feeling the adrenaline pump in her blood, but what happened had her mouth dropping. Hannibal swiftly grabbed the man, turning him & putting a cloth over his mouth & nose. The man struggled, but soon fell limp as the chloroforms knocked his lights out. Hannibal then proceeded to drag the man, popping open his trunk, & placing the man inside.

Chrissy just sat there watching in horror, & shock to the point that she dropped her phone. She bent over, blindly & frantically searching for her phone to dial 911, but then her car door opened, & she was dragged out of it. She struggled to get out of Hannibal's grip, kicking & even trying to bite him, but she felt a pinch to her neck & everything blacked out. She was easier to carry than Howard. Hannibal just easily slung her over his shoulder, tossing her into the trunk along with Howard.

She managed to open her eyes afterwards, but the bright lighting above her head made her squint, burning her eyes. Her head felt heavy & disoriented. She felt cold metal beneath her,& the strong smell of bleach filled her nostrils. It was suddenly cold, & there was a draft. She looked down to see that her torso was completely exposed, only in a bra.

"Good evening Mrs. Nguyen" She heard a smooth, accented voice coming from her left side making her turn her head in her horror to see it was Hannibal standing there, wearing that same plastic suit.

Her eyes widened as she tried to get up, but was pulled back down making her realize she was strapped to a metal table. She tried to scream, but it came out muffled because he gagged her.

He slapped on a pair of rubber gloves on both hands "That was very rude of you to follow me like that Mrs. Nguyen" He looked her dead straight in the eyes as he informed her, both his tone & eyes cold.

He walked over to her, & gently removed the gag from her mouth. A scream escaped her mouth, but was silenced when Hannibal placed a finger on her lips gently.

"No one can hear you, & you are just going to make things difficult for the both of us" He said as his hands examined her abdomen, then paused looking up at her "Well for you in that case" He said, going back to examining her.

"What are you going to do to me?" She asked her voice quavering in fear, & tears streaming down her face.

He didn't answer her, & carried on with examining her. 

Panic began rising in her. Was he going to rape her? but then he stopped examining her, & turned around. From the corner of her eyes she could see it was a table with surgical equipment laid on it.

"Please..please" she was crying now, blubbering & shaking on the table "Let me go pleeease" she wailed "I swear, I'm not going to tell anyone! Just please don't kill me, I promise"

"What did you intend to find when you followed me?" He turned to her raising a questioning brow, his eyes cold as he held something shiny in his hands.

"I'm sorry" she cried hysterically "I really am. I'm begging you please, just please let me go"

Her breath hitched when she felt something pointy & cold dig into the skin of her belly, making an incision. She looked down to see Hannibal's gloved hand slide into that incision,

"You have a very healthy liver Mrs. Nguyen" He informed her, looking her straight in the eyes.

The searing pain was too much for her. Along with the blood loss, she passed out.