Hannibal grabbed the top of Face's hair and pulled his head back. Face flinched as he pressed the tip of the blade in just enough to draw blood.
"Are you scared, Lieutenant?" Hannibal's tone of voice was menacing and his eyes reflected pure hatred. "Well you should be."
Scared didn't even begin to cover how Face was feeling. He was terrified, hurt and confused….all familiar feelings…but never caused by the man he looked up to as a father.
Hannibal removed the blade and seemed to watch in fascination as blood tricked down his neck. Tossing his victim's head aside roughly he began to cut off the buttons of Face's shirt.
"Do you know what you are, Lieutenant? You are a no good, cheating, lying piece of garbage. You walk around like you are better than everybody else, but I know the truth."
Face's now exposed chest was heaving; his heart pounding so loudly he swore he could hear it.
Hannibal put the knife to Face's sternum and continued his tirade while ever so slowly drawing the blade downward.
"The truth is that you're nothing. Your entire life is a sham…an illusion to conceal the real you. Your own parents didn't want you and threw you away like the trash that you are. I only tolerate you because you can get me things. I say jump and you ask how high…but not before whining until you make my ears bleed. It's pathetic…and so are you."
Tears began to form in Face's eyes, partly from the pain of being cut, but more from the hurtful words being spat at him.
"Aw…poor little Peck is gonna cry," Hannibal mocked. He admired the somewhat shallow, yet long wound a moment before tossing the knife aside. "I'll give you something to really cry about."
Blow after blow assaulted his defenseless body and Face had no choice but to sit there and take it. Between the gag and the constant hits, he found it impossible to catch his breath.
Finally, Hannibal cocked his arm back and paused for a moment. "Say goodnight, Peck," he sneered before letting his fist fly and landing a vicious blow to Face's temple that rendered the younger man instantly unconscious.
Hannibal simply turned his back on his lieutenant and walked back over to his bed. He lay down, shut his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
TBC…sorry the chapters are short, it's that real life thing getting in the way! :)
