When Dr. Lecter came back from the kitchen he brought the dessert. A selfmade yogurt with cherrys, banana slices and other exotic fruits, some of which were very expensive.
"Wow this looks delicious...I really hope it's not too much --"
"Did you know? Feeding animals like pigs, for example, with different kinds of food makes them...taste different. I want you to taste delicious, when I eat you."
He had a smile on one side of his face and stared directly into her eyes.
She felt a strange feeling, a strange attraction to this man and she was aroused by his comment. He was too, in a certain way, and longed to follow the dark urges growing stronger in him. After they had both finished their dessert, they lay down in Dr. Lecter's bed. It was very late and soon Marianne fell asleep.
She heard strange sounds, voices, a baby crying. The pictures weren't clear, signals from allover her body reached her brain. A pain signal started to bother her.
"What...is sis...?", she mumbled, as she woke up. Marianne opened her eyes, Dr. Lecter sitting next to her. She felt a strange numbness.
"A...a can't move"
She tried to turn her head but the movement was slow. The last time she felt like this was after a long night and a lot of alcohol...but this was no alcohol.
She started screaming. Tears ran down her cheeks, she tried to move her body but she couldn't.
'The arm, the arm!'
Her right arm moved, touched her left arm, felt for her left arm. There was no left arm.
"Wha di yu do to me?! Wha hapnd to my am?!"
"Please Ms. Warren, I severed your spinal cord, it's no use." He smiled. It was a dark, strong smile.
Marianne was still crying, trying to scatch him. Dr. Lecter enjoyed having her pathetic little life in his hands. He loved the control, the power.
"Well, then. Are you ready for breakfast, Ms. Warren?"
She couldn't believe it.
'What the fuck happened to me?! How did this happen?! Oh my god no my arm, this can't be real, please oh god let this be a nightmare!'
Marianne felt a strong feeling, her eyes started watering again. She threw up and was spitting allover the bed.
Dr. Lecter was serving Marianne her own arm, with vegetables, cut into slices, the fingers cut off and fashioned into delicious snacks.
She couldn't stand it as he started chewing on one of her fingers and she threw up again.
'Please God just let me out of her!'
