Chapter 27

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The pantry lock isn't easy to pick, but your curiosity is irresistible now and eventually, you get it open. 

The door swings wide. You see shelves with containers, a blue-lit wine rack, another refrigerator and freezer. In the centre is an island. There's an old-fashioned meat grinder on it, and a butcher's block with several knives. No food is immediately in evidence, so you open the refrigerator.

It is full of meat: all vacuum-packed in plastic, bloodless and sterile. There are several different cuts, and offal as well. You are about to shut the door again and look for some crackers when you see it: next to a packet of liver, in its own plastic bag, is a delicate and very human ear.

Your eyes widen. You are about to draw in a breath to scream, when a hand clamps itself onto your mouth.

'I am very sorry you had to see that,' murmurs Hannibal into your ear. 'I had looked forward to the rest of this evening immensely. Perhaps, one day, if the teacup unshatters itself, we will meet again.'

And he breaks your neck with loving, ruthless, efficiency.

THE END...why not try another path?

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