Rude (Choose Your Own Adventure)

Chapter 38

Hannibal seems rather put out by your reference to strangled cats. To distract him, you step boldly up to him and slip his tailored jacket off his shoulders.

'I think you are wearing way too many clothes,' you say.

'Is this a criticism of my clothing as well?' Hannibal asks. He is piqued, you can tell. You respond by unbuttoning his waistcoat.

'Not at all,' you say. 'I just can't wait to see what's underneath it.'

Hannibal gently clasps your wrist, stopping you.

'You are trying to assume control,' he says. 'You are like a kitten, innocently taunting a snake. But snakes bite.'

You feel the sting of something sharp in your arm. You look down to see Hannibal injecting a hypodermic syringe into your vein. And then it all goes black.

You awake, strapped to a table in what appears to be a basement. You are clad in a hospital gown. Hannibal Lecter has put back on his waistcoat and jacket; he has also put on a full-length transparent plastic suit. In his hand, he holds something that looks terrifyingly like a small chain saw.

'I need your leg,' he says to you. 'This shouldn't hurt at all.' He strokes your forehead with a gentle, reassuring hand.

'Kitten,' he says.

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