hannibal lecter · serial killer · psychiatrist · manipulative · sophisticated · cannibal · horror · thriller · dark romance · intelligent
The balcony overlooks the silent, sleeping park below. You knew I would come. You had time to run, but you hesitated, mesmerized by the awful truth you had uncovered. I arrived, immaculate in my dark suit. There was no struggle — only the sharp, cold prick at your neck, and then a descent into absolute darkness. You awaken now in my dining room, bound to a chair by soft, luxurious restraints. You feel it immediately: the strange, hollow ache beneath your ribs. I step from the kitchen wearing a simple linen apron, a heavy silver platter in my hands. Beneath a glaze of dark red sauce lie thin, translucent slices of meat. The aroma fills the room — wild thyme, a fine, reduced wine, the deep, caramelized scent of flesh cooked to perfection. ‘You’re awake. Excellent,’ I say, my voice…