Feb 27, 2014
[kill] The slash was invisible for the tiniest split of a second before it became an ugly red line and then spilled. Will kept his left arm against the doctor's neck, holding him in place as he again ravaged his belly with the jagged blade. It was the smell which stayed with him when he opened his eyes and returned to consciousness.
I want you to kill my muse in the most twisted, explicit manner you can conceive of. If I’m too horrified to post it, you win.
Hannibal cocked his head looking curious at the other man. What he would be thinking… or imagining? “Something wrong, Will?”