The Chesapeake Ripper has been killing all his life. He has had as many names as the wind: Il Mostro de Firenze, the Impersonator, the Butcher. But he grew up to be Hannibal.
Now his crimes are on the FBI's table. Hannibal, driven by curiosity, has...
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- Agent Graham? Come in, Jack told me you were coming.
He's handsome. The handsomest man Hannibal's ever seen.
Hannibal's latest crimes were on the FBI's desk, Agent Graham was in charge of investigating them. They weren't even close to Hannibal yet, but I knew that sooner or later Graham would get to him.
High empathy. A gift. He worked magic. Hannibal had checked him out and was determined to meet the charming agent. Hence his crimes had become... messy. He wanted to see Graham face to face. To analyse his mind. What he hadn't expected was to meet such a human specimen.
A delight to Hannibal's eyes, so critical.
- Forgive the intrusion, Dr. Lecter. It's about the last two cases - he removes his police jacket and cap, exposing his half-open shirt.
<<Smart guy. Tempting. Knows how to handle others >>
- Yeah, something Jack said to me on the phone. Tell me how I can help you - Hannibal looks him up and down, half a smile on his face.
- What do you know about the case? - Will sits spread-eagled on the patient chair. Hannibal pulls him down in front of him.
<<Lascivious, seductive. An artist. A pervert.
Hannibal stares at the agent's crotch for a few seconds, purposely pausing there for him to see.
- I know, Agent Graham - he looks up - that both victims were found in the antlers of a deer. I know they were missing organs. And that you don't know much more than that.
- Certainly - Graham stands up, paces back and forth - we need your help, Dr. Lecter.
<<I need something else from you, young succubus. You're made to be dominated>> Hannibal nods.
- Whatever you need, Agent Graham.
- Call me Will.
He stands in front of Hannibal, forcing Hannibal to raise his gaze, again lingering longer than necessary on Will's crotch.
- Will - the name on Hannibal's lips sounds like desire - tell me everything you know about the cases, in detail. Even what you think is unimportant. I need to know everything.
<<And fuck you. And tie you to the bed making you my slave. And mould your depraved little mind into something even more obscene. Make you mine, to look only at me in that sexual way, you horny little demon>>>.
Hannibal listens to Will in rapt attention. He plays a dangerous game. He has already lured Will before him, now they must work together to find the one they call the Chesapeake Ripper. Himself.
- Are you listening to me, Doctor?
- Call me Hannibal.
<< Call me God. Call me master. Call me lord, desire, call me what you will. But call me.
It's definitely a dangerous game Hannibal's playing. And he's delighted.
