Chapter 12
Clarice stood in her apartment, everything except from her stereo and her cd's was packed, she was ready. She had the harpy in her hand. Tonight she had a ticket for a concert with the Berlin philharmonic orkester. She looked forward to it. it was to be full house. She again had dressed in the black silk dress and he gucci shoes. In her purse there was the harpy and her credit card a bottle and a white cloth and a note.
It was time to go, the cab was waiting for her, before going though the door she took one last look in the mirror, but instead of herself she saw Dr. Lecter as he had greeted her back in Baltimore. And his metalic voice rang in her ears. "Good evening Clarice" she had never been afraid of him, no, she saw something that no one else had seen, she saw understanding.
The concert was great, though she couldn't feel that Dr. Lecter was there, maybe he had moved on. But that didn't stop Clarice. Now it was time to find a date, if that was what she could call it. hmm, she needed to pick someone up, preferable some one rude. Clarice took her place in the concert hall's bar and waited. She didn't have to wait long before offers came rolling in. But Clarice, still waited, all the offers that had been made, was by gentelmen until some time later, a man with a German acent talked to her, from behind her back, Clarice had known about his present for some time, but he was seemingly contempt by looking down on the low cut dress.
"so are you waiting for someone?" Clarice fight down the erge to laugh, what a lusy pick up line, but she desided that if this was to work she had to keep the tone light. "no not really, I was just enjoying my wine." Clarice turned around and looked at a middle aged man, he had no hair on his head, he was dressed in a rather cheap suit that was wornout ages ago. She showed him her half empty glass, as a invitation for him to buy her another.
"So you wouldn't mind the company?" his voice was sooting. "no not at all." Clarice desided to be direct. "Perhaps you wouldn't mind if we went somewhere else? Perhaps more private?" Clarice that it would be enough to get him to invite her home to him. "well I do have a nice bottle of wine at my place, if you don't think that would be too private." He put a hand on her shoulder, and she could almost smell his lust for her.
"no I do think that would be just perfect. My name is Clarice." Clarice looked at the man waiting for his answer. "Clarice, what a pretty name, but you are not from France?" "no I move here some time ago, I come from the USA. You do not wish to tell me your name?" Clarice tried to hide her annoyance, and put on the innocence school girl act, and it seemed to work. "oh yes of cause my name is Torsten, and as you have probaly guess I'm not from France either, I'm from Germany, so let's go to my place shall we?" "sure lets go"
On their way out Torsten put his arm around her, making sure that his thomb could carress her back free of the fabric that covered the rest of her body. He couldn't wait to get her in to bed, the sooner the better, he simply couldn't believe his luck. She had to be a slute, and if she tried to get money from him he would simply throw her out.
They walked to his apartment, since it wasn't fare away. When they reached the building it was a old building from the start of 1900 century. So he wore old suites, but aperently he had money. They hadn't spoken a word as they walked and now they were outside his door there was still not said a word.
They took the elevator up to the 3. floor where he unlocked the door and welcomed her in. "I'll just get the wine make your self comfortable" and he was gone. Clarice took the white cloth and the bottle out from the purse, and pured the contense out on the cloth. Ready to make her move, she waite until he again entered the room. When he put the wine on the table Clarice went up behind him and put the cloth over his mouth, she had no difficulty keeping it there, her FBI training was a benefit.
When he passed out, clarice went around in his apartment looking for a rope. She found it along with some ducktape and a tool box. Clarice then went to the kitchen where she took a chair and returned to the living room.
Clarice stood in her apartment, everything except from her stereo and her cd's was packed, she was ready. She had the harpy in her hand. Tonight she had a ticket for a concert with the Berlin philharmonic orkester. She looked forward to it. it was to be full house. She again had dressed in the black silk dress and he gucci shoes. In her purse there was the harpy and her credit card a bottle and a white cloth and a note.
It was time to go, the cab was waiting for her, before going though the door she took one last look in the mirror, but instead of herself she saw Dr. Lecter as he had greeted her back in Baltimore. And his metalic voice rang in her ears. "Good evening Clarice" she had never been afraid of him, no, she saw something that no one else had seen, she saw understanding.
The concert was great, though she couldn't feel that Dr. Lecter was there, maybe he had moved on. But that didn't stop Clarice. Now it was time to find a date, if that was what she could call it. hmm, she needed to pick someone up, preferable some one rude. Clarice took her place in the concert hall's bar and waited. She didn't have to wait long before offers came rolling in. But Clarice, still waited, all the offers that had been made, was by gentelmen until some time later, a man with a German acent talked to her, from behind her back, Clarice had known about his present for some time, but he was seemingly contempt by looking down on the low cut dress.
"so are you waiting for someone?" Clarice fight down the erge to laugh, what a lusy pick up line, but she desided that if this was to work she had to keep the tone light. "no not really, I was just enjoying my wine." Clarice turned around and looked at a middle aged man, he had no hair on his head, he was dressed in a rather cheap suit that was wornout ages ago. She showed him her half empty glass, as a invitation for him to buy her another.
"So you wouldn't mind the company?" his voice was sooting. "no not at all." Clarice desided to be direct. "Perhaps you wouldn't mind if we went somewhere else? Perhaps more private?" Clarice that it would be enough to get him to invite her home to him. "well I do have a nice bottle of wine at my place, if you don't think that would be too private." He put a hand on her shoulder, and she could almost smell his lust for her.
"no I do think that would be just perfect. My name is Clarice." Clarice looked at the man waiting for his answer. "Clarice, what a pretty name, but you are not from France?" "no I move here some time ago, I come from the USA. You do not wish to tell me your name?" Clarice tried to hide her annoyance, and put on the innocence school girl act, and it seemed to work. "oh yes of cause my name is Torsten, and as you have probaly guess I'm not from France either, I'm from Germany, so let's go to my place shall we?" "sure lets go"
On their way out Torsten put his arm around her, making sure that his thomb could carress her back free of the fabric that covered the rest of her body. He couldn't wait to get her in to bed, the sooner the better, he simply couldn't believe his luck. She had to be a slute, and if she tried to get money from him he would simply throw her out.
They walked to his apartment, since it wasn't fare away. When they reached the building it was a old building from the start of 1900 century. So he wore old suites, but aperently he had money. They hadn't spoken a word as they walked and now they were outside his door there was still not said a word.
They took the elevator up to the 3. floor where he unlocked the door and welcomed her in. "I'll just get the wine make your self comfortable" and he was gone. Clarice took the white cloth and the bottle out from the purse, and pured the contense out on the cloth. Ready to make her move, she waite until he again entered the room. When he put the wine on the table Clarice went up behind him and put the cloth over his mouth, she had no difficulty keeping it there, her FBI training was a benefit.
When he passed out, clarice went around in his apartment looking for a rope. She found it along with some ducktape and a tool box. Clarice then went to the kitchen where she took a chair and returned to the living room.