The first thought that came to her mind was quietly exiting her home and not looking back. Clarice thopught better of it though, knowing that the good doctor would think of her action as impolite. It would be better to stick with his game, she knew not to piss this man off.
For at least fifteen minutes she sat in the corner of her living room, hiding behind her old beat up recliner, thinking many thoughts at once. For one thing, she needed to find a good place to find, or at least avoid being caught. He was definitely not stupid and he had the keenest senses of anyone that she had ever known. There was only one solution that she could think of:Overload his senses and run for cover. Clarice decided to go for it.
Clarice set about her task by first taking off her shoes as to avoid making too much noise and staying in the darkest of shadows. Turning on her stereo system as loud as possible, she could move silently and quickly set the curtains to make the house even darker. She opened up doors and windows, trying to give the doctor the impression that she might have fled or been too careless with her hiding place.
She quickly fled to the cellar. It had many closets and spots behind the wall that she could hide in if need be and if she were to make a noise, it would reverberate, echoing everywhere, making it impossible to find the source. She decided on a small storage closet, packed with boxes but with enough space for her to climb atop. She covered herself with old packed up clothing, nudged the door shut and waited.
Clarice waited there for what seemed like forever, enjoying the beat that came from upstairs. She almost didn't notice when the music suddenly became absent. She wondered if he thought that she had departed. Probably not. At least she was hidden. She almost screamed though as the cell phone in her back started to viberate. She answered it.
"Clarice, how smart of you to think you could detour me from finding, I do applaud your enthusiasm.", Dr. Lecter smiled.
"The doors and windows being open almost gave me the idea that you had left and you know how unhappy that would have made me...Your scent though, it tells me that you are still in the immediate area. I'm excited that you are making an effort to play. I know I am enjoying this more than you will ever know."
Clarice shuddered. "You still have ninety-two minutes left Doctor."
"Yes, I'm quite aware. I intend to make every minute count. Ta ta."
She hung up the cell phone with a silent snick and settled back into place. Drowsiness started to set in as well. Figuring she would just rest her eyes for a bit, Clarice drifted off to sleep.
She woke up, seemingly tied down by invinsible rope and found that it hurt her to struggle. She couldn't believe it, she only rested her eyes for a minute and now here she was, tied down in what looked like that middle of nowhere. She wanted to scream but somehow her voice failed her. Her voice had left her and looking down at herself she noticed that her clothing had done the same.
Fear turned to absolute panic as she watched Dr. Lecter walk into view.
"Ah, my little Starling has finally awakened. I never knew you were such a heavy sleeper.", Dr. Lecter chuckled.
She wanted to scream, she wanted to yell, to move, but to no avail. She was right where he wanted her. Tears blurred her vision slightly.
She watched him as his eyes wandered over her body freely. She was so afraid of what might happen next. The doctor smiled at her almost lovingly as he walked near. He unsheathed something silvery and she recognised it as a blade. Her breathing became labored as he carefully spread her legs, nudging the blade ever closer to her opening.
"This hurts me more than it hurts you, little Starling..."
Clarice's eyes snapped open and she realised she was still surrounded by old clothes, shut in her storage closet. Her breathing was still labored and she was terrified. It was time to leave, FUCK this game!
Her eyes soon opened even wider. With the creaking sound of floorboards, she knew he was in the cellar. And he had almost forty-five minutes to spare...
