The rich intense smell of strawberry jam and toast awoke me from my deep slumber, i opened my eyes and quickly found myself being blinded by a glass of a brightly coloured liquid sitting on the table next to me, the sun was pouring into the room like a waterfall, i sat myself up on the sofa and took a big swig of the brightly coloured liquid, i was expecting to cringe at the bitter taste of an orange exploding among my taste buds, but instead i was greeted by the sweet, silky smooth flavour of ripe mangos,my favourite,
'good morning Miss Jones' i jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the glass,
'crimeny !!, you scared me'
'my apologise' i turned around to find Dr Lector standing behind me in a satin dressing gown,
'sorry ummm, i've been asleep to long'
'no, not at all, i was going to ask you how do you like your eggs?'
' oh umm, i dont, sorry'
'very well, but i strongly suggest you eat more than toast this morning' i was never a fan of breakfast, i tried to avoid any fry ups or butties, so far it worked,
'well, what are you having?'
'i have yet to decide, perhaps we should assist each other'
'ok' surprisingly i managed to stand up and walk into the kitchen with no assistance, his kitchen was huge, all the worktops, appliances and surfaces were glowing intensevly in the mid morning sun, Dr Lector had now pulled out a small box, probably containing recipes,
'do you enjoy cooking Dr Lector?'
'please, call me Hannibal'
'ok Hannibal, are you into the culinary arts?'
'yes, just a hobbie, but i enjoy expressing art using food, what about you?, you mentioned in our previous sessions that you used to practice catering and hospitality in England, not long ago' he clearly had a better memory than i did,
'so, what are you in the mood for?' i then thought back to my drink this morning, something simple i think,
' fruit, maybe' he then began to scan through his pages trying to find a fruity breakfast, but to no avail,
' seems i have yet to create a fruitful meal' i was a little disappointed, but i was careful not to let it show,
'although, i must confess my cupboards are a little bare from a recent gathering, i suggest you freshen up first, and when you return, breakfast will be ready'
'all right' he then proceeded to show me where the bathroom was, he then left me to clean myself up, it then occurred to me that i had no other clothes with me, i wasn't really expecting to be a pet hostage to a serial killer, suddenly i heard the door open slightly and then close again, i popped my head out of the shower and noticed that Hannibal had put some underwear and clothes on a stool near the door,
'thank you'
'your welcome ,Natasha ' he said my name, i don't what is going on, i was beginning to wonder if i was a hostage or not, considering everything he had done to me, and himself, anger and hatred had not yet become to describe my feelings, he was like a bully who would torment a child every moment cause of how bad his of her life was, i was the mother of the child, i felt pity and care for the bully, his heart screaming for love and care, that night when he held my hand for that moment, i felt his pain, his sorrow, his life, i heard a knock at the door,
'what fruit would like with your porridge?' my favourite, again,
'oh, i don't mind, whatever your having'he chuckled a little,
'very well, it will be ready for you when you are finished'
'thank you, again'
'your welcome' he did n't say my name this time, i did n't mind, 'a possession close to the heart' those words kept playing in my mind, during breakfast we did n't speak a word to each other, i could n't stay with him though, no matter how much i cared for him, he scared me, he could easily kill me in cold blood, he was a killer, that would never change my opinion.
