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Chapter 9: Musings
Clarice watched as Lecter lay beside her. He closed his eyes. 'How am I going to get away?' the thought had been swimming through her head for the longest time.
A new thought had intruded now, and it made her giggle. 'He put the handcuffs on me this time, now I'd have to cut off my hand.' She looked over at Hannibal, and saw that he was watching her with a strange look on his face. "Would you mind telling me what is so funny?" He queried.
"I was just thinking about the past, and some things that had happened when I actually had a 'life'," Clarice retorted, trying to do something to make him take off the handcuffs.
After a few moments of silence, an idea popped into Clarice's head, "Dr.Lecter, I have go to thebathroom, can you take off the cuffs please?"
"Leave the door open. You have three minutes,"Lecter responded as he took off the handcuffs. "Any longer and I will come in to get you."
Clarice didn't take her time walking to bathroom. Once there, and out of the sight of the good Doctor, Clarice scrounged through the cupboards and drawers to find something, anything that would undo the handcuffs once Lecter put them back on her.
"Clarice, your time is up," Lecter announced, just loud enough for her to hear. "Hold on, I have to wash my hands." The flushing noise of the toilet combined with the running water in the sink drowned out the slamming cupboards and drawers as Clarice continued her search.
"Coming," Clarice walked out to see that Lecter had changed into a pair of silk maroon pajamas that matched his eyes perfectly.
"Which side of the bed do you want?" Lecter asked with a sly tone of voice as he got the handcuffs out of his pajama pocket.
"Are you coming on to me, Doctor Lecter?" Clarice questioned, not all that turned off at the thought.
"No, I was simply asking you which side of the bed you would be most comfortable on, my dear. No need to take offense..." He replied in an innocent voice. "So, which side?"
Clarice quickly closed the distance between them and slapped Lecter across the face, leaving a small red handprint where her delicate hand met his face. Quickly she turned away from him, seeing this as her chance to get away.
Chapter 9: Musings
Clarice watched as Lecter lay beside her. He closed his eyes. 'How am I going to get away?' the thought had been swimming through her head for the longest time.
A new thought had intruded now, and it made her giggle. 'He put the handcuffs on me this time, now I'd have to cut off my hand.' She looked over at Hannibal, and saw that he was watching her with a strange look on his face. "Would you mind telling me what is so funny?" He queried.
"I was just thinking about the past, and some things that had happened when I actually had a 'life'," Clarice retorted, trying to do something to make him take off the handcuffs.
After a few moments of silence, an idea popped into Clarice's head, "Dr.Lecter, I have go to thebathroom, can you take off the cuffs please?"
"Leave the door open. You have three minutes,"Lecter responded as he took off the handcuffs. "Any longer and I will come in to get you."
Clarice didn't take her time walking to bathroom. Once there, and out of the sight of the good Doctor, Clarice scrounged through the cupboards and drawers to find something, anything that would undo the handcuffs once Lecter put them back on her.
"Clarice, your time is up," Lecter announced, just loud enough for her to hear. "Hold on, I have to wash my hands." The flushing noise of the toilet combined with the running water in the sink drowned out the slamming cupboards and drawers as Clarice continued her search.
"Coming," Clarice walked out to see that Lecter had changed into a pair of silk maroon pajamas that matched his eyes perfectly.
"Which side of the bed do you want?" Lecter asked with a sly tone of voice as he got the handcuffs out of his pajama pocket.
"Are you coming on to me, Doctor Lecter?" Clarice questioned, not all that turned off at the thought.
"No, I was simply asking you which side of the bed you would be most comfortable on, my dear. No need to take offense..." He replied in an innocent voice. "So, which side?"
Clarice quickly closed the distance between them and slapped Lecter across the face, leaving a small red handprint where her delicate hand met his face. Quickly she turned away from him, seeing this as her chance to get away.