He was too distracting, he deceived my eyes and he always made me follow him into the deep, dark night.
What I couldn't say, he had taught me to express. What I couldn't see, he had taught me to imagine. The difference
between reality and fantasy had been faded into one another, causing my world to collide and build a new one.
Hannibal Lecter was the person that had changed my world. For the better or worse, I don't know.
However, it had made me learn to live and enjoy the thrill of surviving. My world had been given colours and flavours,
which caused the dull, toxic past to disappear. This was his design. Hannibal Lecter had become my world and the only
person who could understand me. He had become my everything. The thought alone was frightening, but it was more
terrifying to think of the actions that he caused me to do. He had made me commit murder and to give in to my desires…

I stood in his office, where music was playing faintly in the background and the lights had been dimmed perfectly.
The smell of dinner had met me, leading me the way to his kitchen. I looked at his back, which was perfectly curved in
his white shirt.

''Hello Will.'' He says.

''It's a delight to eat dinner with you again. It smells wonderful.'' I said, as I walked up to him.

''Today it will Boudin Noir, which is from Ali Bab's Gastronomie Practique.'' He explained.

I nodded and watched him make dinner, before I got the table ready. The table had been decorated with a dark red tablecloth,
pure white plates with polished and sharpened flatware. Red wine was served and red napkins had been folded underneath the
spoons & knives. He told me to sit down, so I did. When the dish was served and Hannibal had sat down, a silence appeared.
It was a peaceful silence, not awkward. I looked at him and showed him my gratitude with a smile.

''Bon appétit.'' He nodded.

''Bon appétit.'' I smiled.

The meat was mouthwatering, which caused me to roll up my sleeves and prepare. He watched me interested as I met a new flavour.
I closed my eyes and groaned in satisfaction, making him smile. Knives and forks are used, wine is tasted and a conversation
happens before dinner is finished. The atmosphere was calm and comfortable, yet everything felt like a dream. My wish to stay was
great and he had noticed. Therefore, he had already appointed me to a room next to his. An hour later I laid in bed, I felt close to Hannibal,
yet he was still too far away. Restlessly I fell asleep and disappeared in a void of darkness.

Everything in my room was dark and voices were screaming. I drowned in a black liquid as I desperately tried to breathe.
When the darkness had embraced me, a stag speered me with his horns. Red eyes appeared around me and my hands,
which struggled to reach something or someone, disappeared. Fighting to get free, shouting for freedom.
My voice faded and I became weaker. I became nothing.

I woke up, panting and sweating. The room was unrecognisable; however, something held me. My name was called and I looked up.
Hannibal held unto me and tried to get eye contact. He looked worried.

''Nightmare.'' I said. His hands were warm and I felt strangely safe in his arms. He leaded me to the bed and made me sit down.
No words were spoken, however my safety was reassured. Minutes pass, before he offered me to sleep here, in his bed. I was too
far gone to refuse and therefore I nodded willingly.

''Perhaps it would help to have a distraction?'' He suggested.

''What do you have in mind?'' I asked, as I laid down.

''Close your eyes, I'll show you something new...''

I followed his words and awaited his action. I heard him move around in the room, fumbling with something I didn't know.
Hannibal had taken his belt and a piece of clothing. When he returned to the bed, he gently touched my shoulder, so I could sit up.

''Keep your eyes closed and trust me, for I will not hurt you. Follow my lead, Will. Then everything will be okay.''
I suspected something, however I kept my eyes closed. I felt his hands take mine. He bound them together with his belt.
Afterwards he covered my eyes, blindfolding me. Recalling my nightmare, I became afraid of drowning, since he pushed me back.
My senses told me to escape, however the thrill is what kept me down. He bended over me, touching me, making me gasp.
Once again I drowned, however not in a terrifying darkness. I'm drowned in a deep love and my heart kept aching for more.
My world was yet again filled with new colours, flavours and feelings. The present me is not someone I knew; however,
it is someone I have become. He groaned pleasured and explored the new me, making him capable of guiding me to an understanding
of myself. His touch was vulgar, but he was careful not to hurt me. Although the rougher he became, the more it felt of pleasure.
I had never imagined myself to share intimacy with him, yet here I was… And I'll never leave.