Ow! Ow! Hehe, I'm totally excited to get started on this next chapter, I
had a little writer's block, and I was doing all this stuff in honor of God
and what not, so I had to give myself a little break. I have a heck of a
headache though, which totally sucks, because that's the last of what I
need. haha.
Disclaimer- Virginia "Ginny" Starling, Malif Dyberg, Marie Seller, Nicholas Burn, Jackob Moorland, *ROSAIRE*, Lillian Madison, Allison Lemoore, Marks burg Arts Academy, Marylyn Station, "Captain Myelin" - - - etc, the rest are ingenious, and sometimes sadistic characters of Thomas Harris *curtsies* in awe.
Rating- R for language, content, and sexual situations/talk
A/N- I've got a bloody headache! I took a Tylenol, but it hasn't started working yet, plus, I just got back from a Girl Scout activity with 7-10 year old girls, and when they scream, darn it do they scream. blasted high- pitch voices!
Song- Guano Apes, "Lords of the Boards"
Chapter 6
Crawford sat at Clarice's kitchen table, Ginny's legs resting in his lap in a relaxed position. Clarice had a migraine, and didn't, for the first time in a long while, feel like staying home alone with out protection. She actually felt ashamed of herself of her act of pansy-ness, but she smiled to herself as she thought of the fact that Ginny would be safe.
Ginny looked up from her book and sighed loudly, as Crawford and Clarice turned to look at her.
"I hate how he can plan these all by coincidence, I hope to the Lord that these are all by. coincidence. They are, aren't they?" Clarice said, loosing her composure of her fearless stature, for she felt the need to give her life to protect Ginny.
"I hope so, Starling. I found it extremely ironic that when we were even considering searching him out, he. comes back," Crawford said, picking up his coffee cup and taking a drink, swallowing loudly.
Ginny glanced at the clock. 1:30 a.m. She was tired, but was so filled with excitement and anxiety that she couldn't sleep even, in this case, if her life depend on it.
"Are you tired?" Clarice said, almost reading Ginny's tired thoughts.
She shook her head and yawned. Crawford chuckled, and put an arm around Ginny as she snuggled up into his arms to rest. She found herself in no awkward position, for he was protecting and made her feel safe.
Clarice smiled and put her head on her arms, and turned to Crawford.
"If you want to sleep on the couch, or in the spare guest room, your welcome to, you don't have to stay out here, I can put Gin to bed," Clarice said, yawning herself as Crawford smiled.
"It's fine, Starling, I'll take a day off tomorrow if I'm tired," Crawford said, stroking Ginny's black hair she sighed, and switched positions. "Jack, seriously, sleep, rest, whatever you need," Clarice said. She only used her boss's first name in intimate or extremely serious situations.
He shook his head once again, and rested his hand on Clarice's. "I've taken an oath, and I will stay here,"
She smiled, feeling herself over come with crimson, "I'll go upstairs and get some blankets, and some pillows, and we can all stay in the living room tonight, if you don't mind. You can move Ginny to one of the couches, she's pretty light, go for it, I'll only be a couple of minutes,"
Jack nodded, and nudged Ginny a little, as she stirred, looking up at Crawford.
"We're headin to the living room, want to walk for me girl?" He said, and Ginny smiled and nodded, getting up dizzily as he directed her into the living room, and onto the couch.
"Where'd Auntie Clarice go?" Ginny said tiredly as Crawford sat down and she rested her head on his thigh.
"To go get some blankets and pillows," Crawford said tiredly, feeling his eyes droop.
"Oh, ok, good night Mr. Crawford," She said, yawning and finally closing her eyes, as he put a protective arm across her shoulder and back.
What a good girl, he thought to himself, looking down and almost seeing a young Clarice. Though in no way blood related, there seemed to be a similarity, looks wise. They had the same eyes, both in color, a pale green, and in the lip area, the same posh pale lips. He didn't want to think of the slight attraction he had to Clarice while her niece was laying upon his lap. He stretched out his legs as he heard Clarice enter the living room, with a pile of blankets and two pillows in her hands.
"Here," Clarice said, handing Jack two blankets and a pillow for himself. He put the blanket upon Ginny's curled up body, and the other around his arms, the pillow on the arm of the couch as he rested his head upon it.
"Get some sleep tonight, Clarice, ok? Everything will be fine, I promise you so," Crawford said, smiling over at a pajamaed Clarice, wrapped up in her blanket and her pink pillow, curled up in her lounge chair. He thought she looked like a young girl, surprisingly, like Ginny. Or perhaps, he thought, that Ginny was looking like Clarice.
"I will, I don't know how I can thank you," She said, yawning and taking off her glasses, and putting them on the coffee table.
Jack had taken noticed that she had been wearing her glasses. She only wore them when she was stressed, otherwise she wore her contacts. Poor Clarice. But, he thought manly to himself, I could think of many ways for you to thank me, but I won't go there.
"I know, get some sleep," And with that, he closed his own eyes as Clarice turned off the light. They plunged into darkness, and Clarice felt sleeping gripping at her. She heard Crawford sigh, and she slowly fell to the comfort of sleep.
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Lecter waited in his car outside of Clarice's house, as he watched the last light turn off. They must be nearing sleep, he thought, for the time was early morning, and with the worry and contempt flooding them, they should be drowning in tiredness.
He waited a long, drown out twenty minutes, and slowly climbed out of his car, closing the door with out a sound, and heading up her walk way.
Clarice was a smart girl, he thought to himself, to send the cops away, and turn off her security system. He knew exactly where it would have gone off, but it didn't, so he breathed a sigh of relief and found the key Clarice hid in a turtle by the door. Stupid girl, he thought, knowing of such tricks.
He unlocked the door again, with out a sound and slipped into the house, slipping off his clogs, and patting softly across the foyer, and into the unlit kitchen. Even the smell of Clarice filled his nostrils, and breathed out, too heavily he thought. He listened carefully for the stirring sound of a body, but heard none and headed into the living room, his feet touching the soft carpet.
It's cheap carpet, from the previous owner, those poor fools, he thought to himself, stepping carefully around tables and stands.
To his own surprise, he found the three of them right there, with the greatest of ease. Clarice, by herself in a chair, an unknown girl with Crawford, who Lecter could see from his distance, was drooling on his chin.
Lecter moved in front of Clarice, and stood staring at her, letting her beauty over take him second by second, movement by movement.
He had to physically pull himself away from her, and he stood in front of the large couch, facing Crawford and the girl. Ginny, he thought immediately to himself. He desperately wanted to see her face, but the movement of moving her head could awaken him and ruin his plan to frighten Clarice. Her black hair was strung and flowing around her shoulders, the ends frizzed from sleep. She was a fit girl, he could tell even from her sleeping body. She had curves and a fairly good sized chest, and her legs, though hidden in her jeans, could be seen to be fit and slim, just as the rest of her.
He moved slowly to her side, wrapping his arms underneath her, and lifted her up, shocked to see that she weighed hardly nothing. To his surprise, she stirred and opened her eyes to meet his own. He stood dead still, shocked that his plan was about to fail. She sighed slightly, and with a roll of her eyes, she shut them, and wrapped her arms inconveniently around his neck.
He made his way toward the door, careful to not awaken anyone on his journey back to his car.
He made it out the door and to his car safely, Ginny limp less in his arms.
* **** * * * * ** * *
Ginny stirred anxiously, uncomfortable in the position she found herself in. She felt as if she was trapped in a box. She opened one of her eyes a bit, only to open them all the way to find herself in a well equipped apartment. She sat up suddenly, her hair swinging to the side.
"Shut up," She said quietly to herself as she looked around.
She wrapped the thin blanket tighter around her arms and got off the uncomfortable floor she had been sleeping on.
She walked towards the kitchen, the smell of pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes, to be exact. Her favorite.
She pushed the door open, and with a sense of foreboding, backed into the closing door as she stood to face her captivator.
"Good morning Virginia," Lecter said slyly, slipping sausage and a pancake onto a blue plate.
Ginny kept her back pressed to the door as she felt her heart racing. Her mind was in a jumble, and she didn't know what to feel exactly.
"M-M-Mr." She stuttered, not able to get the words out.
"Hmm?" He said in response, pouring a glass a orange juice into a wine glass.
"Mr. Lecter," She breathed out in one nervous breath, her chest rising up and down quickly.
"Ah, you have yourself the charm of good manners. Come, take a seat, enjoy breakfast with me," He said, gesturing to the stools by the counter.
She nodded her head, but stood in place, taking every feature of Lecter in, finding herself flooded with lust and want, but at the same time with fear and anxiety.
"Come now, Virginia," He said, gesturing his hand more quickly.
"I-I-I, stay here," She said, and she felt herself blush instantly as Lecter, dressed in a dark green suit, came over and put his hand behind her back, guiding her to the stool.
"Now, now, you're in good hands," He said, putting his hands on her waist, as she stumbled onto the chair. She immediately fought the urge to turn around to face his own face. But she kept her head forward, as he turned the stool slightly.
"Eat up," and with that, he took a seat next to her, pulling himself up to the counter.
"I'm-I'm not really that hung-hung-ry," She stuttered, pushing the food away from her, the smell, though usually delicious to her, this time made her feel nauseated.
"Of course you are, you haven't eaten since lunch yesterday," Lecter said, taking a drink of an orange juice, with added liquor.
"I'm, I'm really not, sir," She said, using the tactic word that from any woman, made Lecter think higher of.
"If you're sure," He said, taking the plate, filled with gorgeous, appetizing food, and dumped it in the nearby garbage, Ginny's eyes following it the whole time.
"Sir," She said, after a quick prayer to God, asking for the most highable courage He could grant.
"M'am?" Lecter said, turning to face her, fixing the buttons on his suit.
"Not to be rude, for I could never be rude to you, but sir, what exactly am I doing here?" She said, shifting uncomfortably on the stool, feeling Lecter's stare along her body.
"No, you could not be rude to me. You admire and lust after me far too much, and too gratefully,"
Ginny felt herself blush the deepest color of red morally possible for a human being.
"Is that so," She said in one breath, "Be that as it may, I would honestly care to know why the hell I'm here,"
She knew that when she was anxious, her mouth went off, and a flood of inappropriate language flooded from her mouth.
"I'm going to help you on your report for the academy. You can watch 'Hannibal the Cannibal' in action, be my, note taker so to speak, not only that, but you're my ransom," He said, throwing away his own unfinished plate of food, and taking Ginny by the hand, and leading her out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Report? Ah, academy, ransom?" She said, asking the questions all at the same time.
"You're end of the year report. Don't worry Virginia, I already know you're doing it on me. Ransom, you ask? Clarice is going to do anything to get you back, and bloody hell she's going to know that I took you, she's a clever girl you know," He said, gesturing to a chair, as Ginny stood nervously, staring at it.
"Mr. Lecter, sir, what do you think of my aunt," She said, taking a seat and keep her eyes on her hands in her lap.
"What do I think of your aunt? I don't know if it would be appropriate for me to tell you," He said, stretching out his legs, and pouring himself a drink from the mini-bar.
"I know what she thinks of you," Ginny said, now relaxed that she could let her sarcasm and wit out.
"And what does she think of me?" He said, turning his head slightly.
"What does she think of you? I don't know if it would be appropriate for me to tell you," She said, raising an eyebrow in the direction of Lecter, who put down his drink and walked over to her.
He put his hands on the arms of the chair, and leaned forward, close to her face.
"You should watch that smart ass mouth of yours, Miss. Starling, or I'll have to get a good taste of you," He said, staring into her eyes.
"Mr. Lecter, surely if you can use reverse psychology I sure as hell can to," She said, moving her gaze to his lips that would laying lifelessly on his face.
He leaned in as if to bite her cheek, but only turned his head away, his own cheek brushing against hers.
"I'm sure you taste very good at night," He said, lifting her chin and pushing her head away snappily.
She rubbed her neck in response, and grunted loudly, turning away from him.
"I don't wish to be in the company of male who is not treating his guest like a gentleman should," She said, keeping her gaze on the wide window to the left of the room.
"I'm treating you as a gentleman, am I? I can show you the many ways a gentleman can act." He said, pulling on her long hair as he walked behind her.
"How so? By acting like a conceited bastard, like all other men, except bragging on about how miraculously clever and sexy you are, and how amazing the flesh of a woman, and at times, even a man, feels on your lips, in your mouth, and inside your stomach, except, most conceited bastards tend to be a bit more, conservative, then you," Ginny said, in one breath, making Lecter look oddly at her.
"You've got quite the mouth there, don't you. How would you feel if I removed your lips and tongue with my bare teeth so you can never be a nuisance again?" He said emotionlessly.
"Your petty threats and pathetic insults don't intimidate me, but your sly of tongue and fucked mouth sure as fucking hell do," She said, and with that, she kissed his chin, slightly below the chin, and crossed her arms, turning her face from his.
"I've changed my mind, I'm going to keep you alive, your almost as clever as I am," He said, lifting her from the chair, and pushing her forward slightly.
"Not almost, I am sir, I am," and with that comment, he slapped her face and pushed her to the floor, her head hitting the corner of the table.
He hadn't meant to push her with such force, but she fell feebly, crashing to the floor.
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes and blood dripping down her face from the deathly gash on her forehead.
He swallowed loudly.
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Disclaimer- Virginia "Ginny" Starling, Malif Dyberg, Marie Seller, Nicholas Burn, Jackob Moorland, *ROSAIRE*, Lillian Madison, Allison Lemoore, Marks burg Arts Academy, Marylyn Station, "Captain Myelin" - - - etc, the rest are ingenious, and sometimes sadistic characters of Thomas Harris *curtsies* in awe.
Rating- R for language, content, and sexual situations/talk
A/N- I've got a bloody headache! I took a Tylenol, but it hasn't started working yet, plus, I just got back from a Girl Scout activity with 7-10 year old girls, and when they scream, darn it do they scream. blasted high- pitch voices!
Song- Guano Apes, "Lords of the Boards"
Chapter 6
Crawford sat at Clarice's kitchen table, Ginny's legs resting in his lap in a relaxed position. Clarice had a migraine, and didn't, for the first time in a long while, feel like staying home alone with out protection. She actually felt ashamed of herself of her act of pansy-ness, but she smiled to herself as she thought of the fact that Ginny would be safe.
Ginny looked up from her book and sighed loudly, as Crawford and Clarice turned to look at her.
"I hate how he can plan these all by coincidence, I hope to the Lord that these are all by. coincidence. They are, aren't they?" Clarice said, loosing her composure of her fearless stature, for she felt the need to give her life to protect Ginny.
"I hope so, Starling. I found it extremely ironic that when we were even considering searching him out, he. comes back," Crawford said, picking up his coffee cup and taking a drink, swallowing loudly.
Ginny glanced at the clock. 1:30 a.m. She was tired, but was so filled with excitement and anxiety that she couldn't sleep even, in this case, if her life depend on it.
"Are you tired?" Clarice said, almost reading Ginny's tired thoughts.
She shook her head and yawned. Crawford chuckled, and put an arm around Ginny as she snuggled up into his arms to rest. She found herself in no awkward position, for he was protecting and made her feel safe.
Clarice smiled and put her head on her arms, and turned to Crawford.
"If you want to sleep on the couch, or in the spare guest room, your welcome to, you don't have to stay out here, I can put Gin to bed," Clarice said, yawning herself as Crawford smiled.
"It's fine, Starling, I'll take a day off tomorrow if I'm tired," Crawford said, stroking Ginny's black hair she sighed, and switched positions. "Jack, seriously, sleep, rest, whatever you need," Clarice said. She only used her boss's first name in intimate or extremely serious situations.
He shook his head once again, and rested his hand on Clarice's. "I've taken an oath, and I will stay here,"
She smiled, feeling herself over come with crimson, "I'll go upstairs and get some blankets, and some pillows, and we can all stay in the living room tonight, if you don't mind. You can move Ginny to one of the couches, she's pretty light, go for it, I'll only be a couple of minutes,"
Jack nodded, and nudged Ginny a little, as she stirred, looking up at Crawford.
"We're headin to the living room, want to walk for me girl?" He said, and Ginny smiled and nodded, getting up dizzily as he directed her into the living room, and onto the couch.
"Where'd Auntie Clarice go?" Ginny said tiredly as Crawford sat down and she rested her head on his thigh.
"To go get some blankets and pillows," Crawford said tiredly, feeling his eyes droop.
"Oh, ok, good night Mr. Crawford," She said, yawning and finally closing her eyes, as he put a protective arm across her shoulder and back.
What a good girl, he thought to himself, looking down and almost seeing a young Clarice. Though in no way blood related, there seemed to be a similarity, looks wise. They had the same eyes, both in color, a pale green, and in the lip area, the same posh pale lips. He didn't want to think of the slight attraction he had to Clarice while her niece was laying upon his lap. He stretched out his legs as he heard Clarice enter the living room, with a pile of blankets and two pillows in her hands.
"Here," Clarice said, handing Jack two blankets and a pillow for himself. He put the blanket upon Ginny's curled up body, and the other around his arms, the pillow on the arm of the couch as he rested his head upon it.
"Get some sleep tonight, Clarice, ok? Everything will be fine, I promise you so," Crawford said, smiling over at a pajamaed Clarice, wrapped up in her blanket and her pink pillow, curled up in her lounge chair. He thought she looked like a young girl, surprisingly, like Ginny. Or perhaps, he thought, that Ginny was looking like Clarice.
"I will, I don't know how I can thank you," She said, yawning and taking off her glasses, and putting them on the coffee table.
Jack had taken noticed that she had been wearing her glasses. She only wore them when she was stressed, otherwise she wore her contacts. Poor Clarice. But, he thought manly to himself, I could think of many ways for you to thank me, but I won't go there.
"I know, get some sleep," And with that, he closed his own eyes as Clarice turned off the light. They plunged into darkness, and Clarice felt sleeping gripping at her. She heard Crawford sigh, and she slowly fell to the comfort of sleep.
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Lecter waited in his car outside of Clarice's house, as he watched the last light turn off. They must be nearing sleep, he thought, for the time was early morning, and with the worry and contempt flooding them, they should be drowning in tiredness.
He waited a long, drown out twenty minutes, and slowly climbed out of his car, closing the door with out a sound, and heading up her walk way.
Clarice was a smart girl, he thought to himself, to send the cops away, and turn off her security system. He knew exactly where it would have gone off, but it didn't, so he breathed a sigh of relief and found the key Clarice hid in a turtle by the door. Stupid girl, he thought, knowing of such tricks.
He unlocked the door again, with out a sound and slipped into the house, slipping off his clogs, and patting softly across the foyer, and into the unlit kitchen. Even the smell of Clarice filled his nostrils, and breathed out, too heavily he thought. He listened carefully for the stirring sound of a body, but heard none and headed into the living room, his feet touching the soft carpet.
It's cheap carpet, from the previous owner, those poor fools, he thought to himself, stepping carefully around tables and stands.
To his own surprise, he found the three of them right there, with the greatest of ease. Clarice, by herself in a chair, an unknown girl with Crawford, who Lecter could see from his distance, was drooling on his chin.
Lecter moved in front of Clarice, and stood staring at her, letting her beauty over take him second by second, movement by movement.
He had to physically pull himself away from her, and he stood in front of the large couch, facing Crawford and the girl. Ginny, he thought immediately to himself. He desperately wanted to see her face, but the movement of moving her head could awaken him and ruin his plan to frighten Clarice. Her black hair was strung and flowing around her shoulders, the ends frizzed from sleep. She was a fit girl, he could tell even from her sleeping body. She had curves and a fairly good sized chest, and her legs, though hidden in her jeans, could be seen to be fit and slim, just as the rest of her.
He moved slowly to her side, wrapping his arms underneath her, and lifted her up, shocked to see that she weighed hardly nothing. To his surprise, she stirred and opened her eyes to meet his own. He stood dead still, shocked that his plan was about to fail. She sighed slightly, and with a roll of her eyes, she shut them, and wrapped her arms inconveniently around his neck.
He made his way toward the door, careful to not awaken anyone on his journey back to his car.
He made it out the door and to his car safely, Ginny limp less in his arms.
* **** * * * * ** * *
Ginny stirred anxiously, uncomfortable in the position she found herself in. She felt as if she was trapped in a box. She opened one of her eyes a bit, only to open them all the way to find herself in a well equipped apartment. She sat up suddenly, her hair swinging to the side.
"Shut up," She said quietly to herself as she looked around.
She wrapped the thin blanket tighter around her arms and got off the uncomfortable floor she had been sleeping on.
She walked towards the kitchen, the smell of pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes, to be exact. Her favorite.
She pushed the door open, and with a sense of foreboding, backed into the closing door as she stood to face her captivator.
"Good morning Virginia," Lecter said slyly, slipping sausage and a pancake onto a blue plate.
Ginny kept her back pressed to the door as she felt her heart racing. Her mind was in a jumble, and she didn't know what to feel exactly.
"M-M-Mr." She stuttered, not able to get the words out.
"Hmm?" He said in response, pouring a glass a orange juice into a wine glass.
"Mr. Lecter," She breathed out in one nervous breath, her chest rising up and down quickly.
"Ah, you have yourself the charm of good manners. Come, take a seat, enjoy breakfast with me," He said, gesturing to the stools by the counter.
She nodded her head, but stood in place, taking every feature of Lecter in, finding herself flooded with lust and want, but at the same time with fear and anxiety.
"Come now, Virginia," He said, gesturing his hand more quickly.
"I-I-I, stay here," She said, and she felt herself blush instantly as Lecter, dressed in a dark green suit, came over and put his hand behind her back, guiding her to the stool.
"Now, now, you're in good hands," He said, putting his hands on her waist, as she stumbled onto the chair. She immediately fought the urge to turn around to face his own face. But she kept her head forward, as he turned the stool slightly.
"Eat up," and with that, he took a seat next to her, pulling himself up to the counter.
"I'm-I'm not really that hung-hung-ry," She stuttered, pushing the food away from her, the smell, though usually delicious to her, this time made her feel nauseated.
"Of course you are, you haven't eaten since lunch yesterday," Lecter said, taking a drink of an orange juice, with added liquor.
"I'm, I'm really not, sir," She said, using the tactic word that from any woman, made Lecter think higher of.
"If you're sure," He said, taking the plate, filled with gorgeous, appetizing food, and dumped it in the nearby garbage, Ginny's eyes following it the whole time.
"Sir," She said, after a quick prayer to God, asking for the most highable courage He could grant.
"M'am?" Lecter said, turning to face her, fixing the buttons on his suit.
"Not to be rude, for I could never be rude to you, but sir, what exactly am I doing here?" She said, shifting uncomfortably on the stool, feeling Lecter's stare along her body.
"No, you could not be rude to me. You admire and lust after me far too much, and too gratefully,"
Ginny felt herself blush the deepest color of red morally possible for a human being.
"Is that so," She said in one breath, "Be that as it may, I would honestly care to know why the hell I'm here,"
She knew that when she was anxious, her mouth went off, and a flood of inappropriate language flooded from her mouth.
"I'm going to help you on your report for the academy. You can watch 'Hannibal the Cannibal' in action, be my, note taker so to speak, not only that, but you're my ransom," He said, throwing away his own unfinished plate of food, and taking Ginny by the hand, and leading her out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Report? Ah, academy, ransom?" She said, asking the questions all at the same time.
"You're end of the year report. Don't worry Virginia, I already know you're doing it on me. Ransom, you ask? Clarice is going to do anything to get you back, and bloody hell she's going to know that I took you, she's a clever girl you know," He said, gesturing to a chair, as Ginny stood nervously, staring at it.
"Mr. Lecter, sir, what do you think of my aunt," She said, taking a seat and keep her eyes on her hands in her lap.
"What do I think of your aunt? I don't know if it would be appropriate for me to tell you," He said, stretching out his legs, and pouring himself a drink from the mini-bar.
"I know what she thinks of you," Ginny said, now relaxed that she could let her sarcasm and wit out.
"And what does she think of me?" He said, turning his head slightly.
"What does she think of you? I don't know if it would be appropriate for me to tell you," She said, raising an eyebrow in the direction of Lecter, who put down his drink and walked over to her.
He put his hands on the arms of the chair, and leaned forward, close to her face.
"You should watch that smart ass mouth of yours, Miss. Starling, or I'll have to get a good taste of you," He said, staring into her eyes.
"Mr. Lecter, surely if you can use reverse psychology I sure as hell can to," She said, moving her gaze to his lips that would laying lifelessly on his face.
He leaned in as if to bite her cheek, but only turned his head away, his own cheek brushing against hers.
"I'm sure you taste very good at night," He said, lifting her chin and pushing her head away snappily.
She rubbed her neck in response, and grunted loudly, turning away from him.
"I don't wish to be in the company of male who is not treating his guest like a gentleman should," She said, keeping her gaze on the wide window to the left of the room.
"I'm treating you as a gentleman, am I? I can show you the many ways a gentleman can act." He said, pulling on her long hair as he walked behind her.
"How so? By acting like a conceited bastard, like all other men, except bragging on about how miraculously clever and sexy you are, and how amazing the flesh of a woman, and at times, even a man, feels on your lips, in your mouth, and inside your stomach, except, most conceited bastards tend to be a bit more, conservative, then you," Ginny said, in one breath, making Lecter look oddly at her.
"You've got quite the mouth there, don't you. How would you feel if I removed your lips and tongue with my bare teeth so you can never be a nuisance again?" He said emotionlessly.
"Your petty threats and pathetic insults don't intimidate me, but your sly of tongue and fucked mouth sure as fucking hell do," She said, and with that, she kissed his chin, slightly below the chin, and crossed her arms, turning her face from his.
"I've changed my mind, I'm going to keep you alive, your almost as clever as I am," He said, lifting her from the chair, and pushing her forward slightly.
"Not almost, I am sir, I am," and with that comment, he slapped her face and pushed her to the floor, her head hitting the corner of the table.
He hadn't meant to push her with such force, but she fell feebly, crashing to the floor.
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes and blood dripping down her face from the deathly gash on her forehead.
He swallowed loudly.
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