A/N: I tried to make the OC in this not only sound original, but educated. I'd appreciate any advice you can give me. And I mean advice, I'm all for flames and "OMG THIS IS REALLY GOOD GO OOONNN" but I'd much rather have something that improves my writing. Thank you.
Copyright: Hannibal Lecter and the plot for the Hannibal series do not belong to me. Please enjoy the fanfiction.
Cold steel pressed against my neck. I gasped. The katana burned as my pulse skyrocketed. The cannibal just pressed his knife closer to me. I cried harder. My parents were both dead. He'd eaten their cheeks in front of me, grinning maniacally.
"Why?" I choked on my words, sobs wracking my body.
"Why? Your father ate my sister. I am just returning the favor." He muttered in my ear, softly, like a lover. I cried harder. He licked my cheek, and then pinched it lightly. He hummed, as if deciding whether I was a choice steak or not.
"No. You shan't bring any satisfaction to me. Instead, I shall take you hostage. Such a pretty little thing must be worth something." The man kept the sword against my neck as he pulled off his necktie. Slowly, he wrapped it round my wrists, effectively debilitating me.
"Come now, young one." His thick French accent guided me slowly to his motorcycle. He dislocated my shoulders, before swinging my arms round his waist. He then replaced the balls in their sockets. The two minutes it took were excruciating and I cried out loudly, before he silenced me with a kiss.
I cried the entire motorcycle ride to his estate. Instead of torturing me with dislocation again, he untied the necktie and whispered for me to act natural. I bit my lip.
"I have brought a friend over." He pressed his palm into the small of my back and I stepped forward into the empty house. Or so it seemed.
"Hannibal!" A beautiful Japanese woman rushed to him, the whisper a mark of deep concern. "This is going too far, Hannibal!"
I silently shook. Hannibal's hand continued to press against my back and I was forced to walk up the marble stairs.
"What shall I do with you?" He muttered, once again licking my cheek. I squirmed, the wet, soft tongue that belonged to my kidnapper sent shivers down my spine. Then, a hand snaked around my waist and I was pressed to him so closely I could feel the body heat he produced.
"Please, don't hurt me." I whimpered piteously. Hannibal chuckled. He released me, pushing me into a richly furnished room. I sobbed as he closed the door, locking it before his muffled footsteps faded.
I curled up on the bed and cried myself to sleep.