[wings cos im evil] 'Hannibal, I'm terribly hungry.'
Hannibal drags his eyes up from the book he had been reading in bed, half turning to look at his husband. He sighs, barely audible, before he replies. “Does your hunger have a preference?”
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[wings cos im evil] 'Hannibal, I'm terribly hungry.'
Hannibal drags his eyes up from the book he had been reading in bed, half turning to look at his husband. He sighs, barely audible, before he replies. “Does your hunger have a preference?”
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Mutual Possessiveness begets pain for those in the way || AReasonableRateOfReturn
When awareness begins to creep back into him, Hannibal's first truly coherent thought is that he was sure he hadn't done anything to incite Mason's wrath yet. Then the aches and sharp pains of open wounds began to make themselves known. He was slumped over uncomfortably in a chair, his midsection and arms tied down to the back and arms. His captors were smart, having tied his feet down as well, most of his body was stiff and he knew that his neck would have a strain in it by now.
He could feel a throbbing pulse of pain from the back of his skull, sending waves of misery across his head, neck, and shoulders. His still-fuzzy memory recalled being struck across the back of the head. The sting around his knuckles and the harsh stab in his chest indicated that he'd fought back and had a rib or two broken for his trouble.
He finally decides to open his eyes when he hears footsteps approach him. The room he's in is dark, the only light coming in through spotchy black paint over a small window near the ceiling-a basement of some kind. The footsteps stop just outside of his range of vision, all three feet of it in this darkness.
"Finally coming around? Good. Our boss was wondering when we could start talking. Welcome to hell, Dr. Lecter."
'I want to serve you.'
I want to _____ you.
"You don't strike me as the kind of man who would want to serve anyone."
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