When Torsten came around he found himself tied to a chair and
unable to move, in a chair across him sat the woman he had brought with him
home, a glass of wine in her hand and a smile on her lips. It was Clarice
who spoke first.
"Good evening Torsten, I trust you slept well" her tone was light and chit chatter. "What the hell is going on, you cut me loose this instant." His voice was filled with anger, and he tried to get loose, but he stayed where he was. "No, sorry can't do that." He suddenly saw a fire in her eyes that he hadn't noticed before, and he knew that he wouldn't make it out of here alive. "Look if you cut me loose I promise not to call the police, I will let it drop, you can take what ever you want, just get out of my apartment." Clarice could hear that he was on the edge of despair, she wondered if he would start crying soon. "Hmm what makes you think that you have anything that I want?" it was a simply and logical question, she wanted to see how fare he could go before he broke down. Clarice sat her glass on the table. "I.... I please just leave." He didn't break, but he wasn't fare from tears. "No. Look I can't do that, you see, you do have something that I can use or are in great need of." Torsten sensed hoped. "What is that, I'll give you anything." Clarice smiled again. "You are very kind, I need for you to be dead." His face lost all color, and tears started to fall.
"Now, now." Clarice's voice was comforting. "Perhaps if I told you why. Would you like to hear?" Torsten was shaking his head he was in denial. And he started to shout for help. Clarice was fast; she slapped him once, which seemed to do the trick for now. "There is no need for you to be rude. So would you like to hear why?" she returned to the talk she was about to have with him like nothing had happen, like there was noting unusual about the whole situation.
"You see, I need to catch up with a certain person, and the only way to do that is by doing this, I do want to thank you for volunteering for it." Clarice moved to the window and looked out, there were none there, and the street was empty this time a night. "Tell me, have you have heard the name Clarice Starling?" there was silence. "No? Well I am sure that you have heard the name Hannibal Lecter?" just when Clarice thought he had lost all color he managed to get even whiter. He started babbling. "I see you do. Well, he is the one whom I am trying to get in contact with, unfortunately I can not write to him, so I need a messenger, and your it, it's really so nice when people help one another, don't you think?"
Clarice was wondering how she should proceed. She was set on a similar show like the one Dr. Lecter had with Pazzi in Florence. But she had taped him to a chair and how was she to get him out of that chair? Hmmm, if he was in the chair it would look clumsy not something Dr. Lecter would do, and I do need for him to take an interest. Hmmm I could take him out if he tried anything.
Clarice tied the rope to piping near the floor and made a knot in the other end. She then dragged the chair over to the window put noose around Torsten's neck.
"Okey dokey. Now, if you promise to behave I will cut you loose, what do you say?" Clarice smiled again, her face showed the intention of cutting him loose. So Torsten nodded. Clarice took out the harpy and cut the tape. To her surprise he didn't try to jump her, he simply stood. Moments past. "Would you please leave now?"
Clarice made her move. Before Torsten ever sensed what was going on, Clarice had moved the harpy across his abdomen and pushed him out the window.
Clarice then, wiped the glass and everything else that had her prints, and she was gone. Clarice knew that this time, it wouldn't be Dr. Hannibal Lecter they where looking for, but a female, and she suspected it would soon fall on her. Clarice only hoped that the murder would lead Dr. Lecter to Florence, it was there the original murder had been committed.
Clarice sneaked out by using the fire escape, the people that was out this time a night was busy looking at the dead man hanging with his bowls out. Clarice disappears out into the night.
"Good evening Torsten, I trust you slept well" her tone was light and chit chatter. "What the hell is going on, you cut me loose this instant." His voice was filled with anger, and he tried to get loose, but he stayed where he was. "No, sorry can't do that." He suddenly saw a fire in her eyes that he hadn't noticed before, and he knew that he wouldn't make it out of here alive. "Look if you cut me loose I promise not to call the police, I will let it drop, you can take what ever you want, just get out of my apartment." Clarice could hear that he was on the edge of despair, she wondered if he would start crying soon. "Hmm what makes you think that you have anything that I want?" it was a simply and logical question, she wanted to see how fare he could go before he broke down. Clarice sat her glass on the table. "I.... I please just leave." He didn't break, but he wasn't fare from tears. "No. Look I can't do that, you see, you do have something that I can use or are in great need of." Torsten sensed hoped. "What is that, I'll give you anything." Clarice smiled again. "You are very kind, I need for you to be dead." His face lost all color, and tears started to fall.
"Now, now." Clarice's voice was comforting. "Perhaps if I told you why. Would you like to hear?" Torsten was shaking his head he was in denial. And he started to shout for help. Clarice was fast; she slapped him once, which seemed to do the trick for now. "There is no need for you to be rude. So would you like to hear why?" she returned to the talk she was about to have with him like nothing had happen, like there was noting unusual about the whole situation.
"You see, I need to catch up with a certain person, and the only way to do that is by doing this, I do want to thank you for volunteering for it." Clarice moved to the window and looked out, there were none there, and the street was empty this time a night. "Tell me, have you have heard the name Clarice Starling?" there was silence. "No? Well I am sure that you have heard the name Hannibal Lecter?" just when Clarice thought he had lost all color he managed to get even whiter. He started babbling. "I see you do. Well, he is the one whom I am trying to get in contact with, unfortunately I can not write to him, so I need a messenger, and your it, it's really so nice when people help one another, don't you think?"
Clarice was wondering how she should proceed. She was set on a similar show like the one Dr. Lecter had with Pazzi in Florence. But she had taped him to a chair and how was she to get him out of that chair? Hmmm, if he was in the chair it would look clumsy not something Dr. Lecter would do, and I do need for him to take an interest. Hmmm I could take him out if he tried anything.
Clarice tied the rope to piping near the floor and made a knot in the other end. She then dragged the chair over to the window put noose around Torsten's neck.
"Okey dokey. Now, if you promise to behave I will cut you loose, what do you say?" Clarice smiled again, her face showed the intention of cutting him loose. So Torsten nodded. Clarice took out the harpy and cut the tape. To her surprise he didn't try to jump her, he simply stood. Moments past. "Would you please leave now?"
Clarice made her move. Before Torsten ever sensed what was going on, Clarice had moved the harpy across his abdomen and pushed him out the window.
Clarice then, wiped the glass and everything else that had her prints, and she was gone. Clarice knew that this time, it wouldn't be Dr. Hannibal Lecter they where looking for, but a female, and she suspected it would soon fall on her. Clarice only hoped that the murder would lead Dr. Lecter to Florence, it was there the original murder had been committed.
Clarice sneaked out by using the fire escape, the people that was out this time a night was busy looking at the dead man hanging with his bowls out. Clarice disappears out into the night.
