The blonde woman under Will moans softly into the nape of his neck, her hands gripping onto his forearms. She whispers his name under her breath, his body moving over hers. Will's hands caress her neck and rest there for a while before he slowly applies pressure.
"Oh, hmhmm…Will…" She gives him a flirtatious smile as his hands tighten around her neck. He leans his body weight into it, the girl gasps and grabs at his wrists. "Will- Will! You're hurting-" her sentence is cut off and she gasps for air, her body thrashing. Her mouth opens and closes but, no words escape. She finally falls unconscious. Will acts fast, rolling off of the bed and pulling on his boxers and a baggy t-shirt. He hefts the girl's body over his shoulder and heads down the staircase and out of his door, laying her in the back seat. It's late, nobody will notice. He covers her with a thin sheet before climbing into the driver's seat. He drives for a long time before turning down a dirt path leading into the woods. After coming to a small clearing, Will removes the body of the girl from his backseat and lays her on the ground. His hands fumble with his keys nervously for a few moments before he can unlock the trunk. Inside the trunk, there was a canister of gasoline. He douses the body in gasoline then digs around his glove compartment for matches. Sweat beads on his forehead, anxiety finally taking hold, finally realizing what he's done. And for what? He shakes his head and strikes a match, tossing it onto the body. She ignites immediately. Will runs his fingers, slick with gasoline, through his hair. His breath is heavy and visible in the cold January air. He tosses the canister into the fire, his mind racing. He clumsily gets into his car and begins his drive home.
The first light of dawn is on the horizon when he pulls into his driveway. He left his door unlocked. Which was his first mistake. And he was doing so well. In his kitchen sat Doctor Hannibal Lecter, patting on of Will's dogs on the head. Will was still shaking, unable to cope with the murder he just committed. He didn't know the girl but, it still chilled him right to the bone that he was capable of such things. Well, he knew he was capable- he's fantasized about killing Hannibal Lecter many times. He would kill Hannibal any chance he got. Hannibal approached Will with an expression that Will couldn't quite describe.
"Did you kill her?" Hannibal slid his hands into his suit pocket and studied Will's face. Will wiped his hands on his shirt and nodded.
"Yeah…Yeah." His chest rose and fell dramatically with each breath. Hannibal stepped closer to Will, the distance between their bodies centimeters at most.
"Good job, Will." He felt Hannibal's breath on his neck and it sent a shiver down his spine. Whether it was fear or something else, he wasn't sure. Hannibal lingered at that distance for a while before backing up, looking at Will with an almost predatory look. Anxiety tightened its grip on Will as the other man, put his hand on Will's neck and slid it down to his shoulder. "Come to my office tomorrow, I have another…" Hannibal paused, choosing his words carefully, "assignment for you." Will watched Hannibal saunter out of his house, taking on last look at Will before closing the door.