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And what would happen if Clarice didn't call the police at Krendler's house?

On with the show...

"Dr. Lecter..." Clarice gasped while watching him feed Paul Krendler his own brains. Clarice felt ill, sick to her stomach at what she was witnessing. She squirmed, and there was nothing she could do to try and make him stop. He would not stop...

Moments Passed...maybe even hours...yet they were in the kitchen, she was still trying to escape his grasp...he held onto her by her arms, held her against the refrigerator. He opened the door, and put her hair in and closed it tightly, ripping the handle off of the door. She looked over with sheer amazement at his strength.
He came at her once more and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Would you ever say to me, Clarice, 'stop, if you loved me you'd stop'?"
She looked him in the eyes and thought to herself, "If you loved me, you would never stop..."
His eyes went wide...and she bit her lip...she said it aloud didn't she.

She looked up into his eyes once more and saw the questions that lied there. She caught him by surprise for the first time. He bent down, bearing his white teeth, going towards her, acting like he would bite and when she didn't flinch, he backed away.
"Is that so Clarice? You would tell me to never stop?" he looked deep within her eyes, and came down closer to her neck, breathing on her, surrounding her with his essence.

"Dr. Lecter...please..." she begged.
"What Clarice? What is it you want from me?"
She took her hands and pulled him closed to her mouth and looked him in the eyes and smothered her lips with his. She didn't know what had come over her...all her training at the academy was gone, all of her morals had flown out the window, and yet, she did not care. All she cared about now was his lips on hers, kissing her with all the passion and fury she knew he has inside of him.

"Dr. Lecter..." she managed to squeal out as she broke the kiss, "please release my hair."
He looked up, and looked into her eyes. "What's my name Clarice?"
She looked at him and smiled, "Hannibal."