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Kevin walked into his apartment and threw his keys into a small tray on the table beside his door. Kevin closed the door behind him and walked into the kitchen.
The door to the bedroom slowly opened and Lecter stepped out. He quietly made his way down the hall
Kevin lived by himself, and enjoyed it. He didn't have anyone to come home to, except for his ever-loyal cat. He didn't mind, since his cat, Dude, was self sufficient, and this allowed him to focus on his work. He prided himself in his work.
Lecter watched Kevin play with his overweight, wheeze bag of a cat from the hall. The cat was sprawled on the dining room table. This made Lecter nauseous.
Kevin started pulling out various sandwich makings. He always came home for his lunch hour, without fail.
Lecter quietly slipped into the living room. He made his way over to the fireplace in the corner. He slowly picked the poker up from the stand and made his way towards the kitchen
Kevin pulled a couple slices of bread out of the bag and placed them on the counter. He carefully added each ingredient to his sandwich. He picked up the sandwich and walked into the dining room just as Lecter walked into the kitchen from the living room.
Kevin picked up a remote off the table and turned on the stereo. Music blasted through the apartment.
Lecter slowly walked through the kitchen. He raised the poker into a swinging position.
Kevin walked into the living room and started dancing, with the sandwich still in one of his hands.
Lecter emerged from the kitchen and slowly crept up on Kevin.
Kevin caught a glimpse of Lecter's reflection in the T.V. He spun around just in time to see the poker connect with his head.
Lecter pulled the poker out of Kevin's head. He hadn't intended to do so much damage to Kevin's head, and now the main course was ruined. He ran his finger across the hook of the poker, wiping off some of the blood. Lecter licked his finger, relishing the taste. He tossed the poker over to the fireplace and grabbed Kevin, dragging him back to the bedroom.
Kevin walked into his apartment and threw his keys into a small tray on the table beside his door. Kevin closed the door behind him and walked into the kitchen.
The door to the bedroom slowly opened and Lecter stepped out. He quietly made his way down the hall
Kevin lived by himself, and enjoyed it. He didn't have anyone to come home to, except for his ever-loyal cat. He didn't mind, since his cat, Dude, was self sufficient, and this allowed him to focus on his work. He prided himself in his work.
Lecter watched Kevin play with his overweight, wheeze bag of a cat from the hall. The cat was sprawled on the dining room table. This made Lecter nauseous.
Kevin started pulling out various sandwich makings. He always came home for his lunch hour, without fail.
Lecter quietly slipped into the living room. He made his way over to the fireplace in the corner. He slowly picked the poker up from the stand and made his way towards the kitchen
Kevin pulled a couple slices of bread out of the bag and placed them on the counter. He carefully added each ingredient to his sandwich. He picked up the sandwich and walked into the dining room just as Lecter walked into the kitchen from the living room.
Kevin picked up a remote off the table and turned on the stereo. Music blasted through the apartment.
Lecter slowly walked through the kitchen. He raised the poker into a swinging position.
Kevin walked into the living room and started dancing, with the sandwich still in one of his hands.
Lecter emerged from the kitchen and slowly crept up on Kevin.
Kevin caught a glimpse of Lecter's reflection in the T.V. He spun around just in time to see the poker connect with his head.
Lecter pulled the poker out of Kevin's head. He hadn't intended to do so much damage to Kevin's head, and now the main course was ruined. He ran his finger across the hook of the poker, wiping off some of the blood. Lecter licked his finger, relishing the taste. He tossed the poker over to the fireplace and grabbed Kevin, dragging him back to the bedroom.