Hannibal finds that deep online, there is a group of people who either want to eat or want to be eaten. he is skeptical, but after scouting the chat-rooms, he decides to check it out. Not knowing that it was in actuality a foreplay forum; he messages and gets to know a man under the username of "ravenstagsweep." After they get to know each other for a few weeks, the other man takes a step, and offers to be Hannibal's 'meal.' Both interested and perturbed, Hannibal does not reply until the next day; offering to meet at a public place first.
Both in agreement, they decide to meet at the cafe in town. It was a quiet cafe, and they could meet without causing a fuss in the public. When Hannibal arrived, he sat at the seat closest to the front door, keeping his eyes open for his soon-to-be cannibal partner. After waiting for ten minutes, a man with dark hair and glasses sits in front of him. "You're thedarkpassenger right? Username's a little quirky don't you think?"
Hannibal eyed the man in front of him and smiled. "Yes, that would be me. Can I assume that you're ravenstagsweep?"
"Yep, but now that that's out of the way, my real name is Will. This is probably gonna be a one-night swing, so let's not worry over the details too much."
Confused, but not overly concerned, he stood up and paid his bill for the tea he ordered. "My name is Hannibal, care to take this elsewhere, we have matters to discuss."
Intrigued by the finely dressed man, Will stood up, gathering his phone and coat. They both made their way outside. After walking for a short period of time, they walked up to a sizable house, "Why is it always you rich guys?"
Hannibal looked over his shoulder to the man behind him, "I beg your pardon?"
Will moved his left hand up, others scratching the back of his neck, "I mean no offense, but it's always the rich guys with the weird fetishes."
Hannibal turned his face up toward the man's comment, but said nothing. "Please, come in." Will walked past Hannibal, looking at the decor, and whistled. "You've got quite a house here, what's your job? Oh yeah, we weren't gonna get all private, I forgot."
"I don't mind at all, I'm a licensed psychiatrist, working in town."
Will hummed in response, "So, where's your room? We can get started now if you'd like." "In the basement, we can go there now," Hannibal replied as he began his descent down the stairs.The basement was dark and full of different equipment, sizable counters, and a metal stand in the center of the room. "Wow, you're really into it. These props look pretty real." Hannibal gave him a smile, picking up a scalpel, "These are not props, my dear Will."
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