Chapter 4: Say His Name

Clarice opened her eyes and found herself in a kitchen in a cabin like setting. She recognized the place at once for when she use to work for the FBI they would hold employee appreciation lunches here. She was at the Landon Park's picnic lodge.

Her head throbbed and it took everything she had to lift it off of the table she was lying on. Her body was heavy and she could barley move her arms.

Out of the shadows came a voice. "In case you forgot my crime history, a majority of my work was completed in park facilities such as this one."

"Your work?" Clarice managed to spit out. She wanted to fall back asleep, her eyes felt like paperweights.

"Did you hit your head to hard?" He walked over to a frightened Clarice who tried not to show it. "I know you remember me. But if you would like...I could make your forget." He grabbed her by the hair and lowered himself so his face was nearly in hers. "Of course the painful way."

"Fuck you." She cringed her teeth and spat on him.

Matthew leaned back slowly and rubbed the spit away by his arm. "Starling." He said softly. "You just really pissed me off."

Matthew jumped on the table throwing one leg over her so he was hovering above her. With his body pressed firmly against her, Matthew began to undue his button to his pants.

With all the strength Clarice had she madly wiggled about and managed to knock him off. As he began to fall of the table he locked his arm around Clarice's and dragged her down as well. She landed beside him on the floor, belly down. There was no time to feel the pain, Clarice started to crawl towards the door for an escape.

She felt a hand around her ankle and with one powerful pull he dragged her further away from the exit. Turning her over he once again pressed his body to her's.

"You always were the one to take charge." He howled madly before sliding a hand over her cheek and down her neck. "I have to hand it to you. You were a damn good agent." He continued his conversation as he worked his hand down her chest and to her stomach. "I always jerked off in my cell when I saw you on tv. You are pretty cute Starling." His hand rested on her stomach as if he were holding off the inevitable. "Then they flashed that cannibal guy on tv...what's his name?"

Clarice didn't answer, she laid there staring at him.

He slid his hand down further. "What is his name?"

"Dr. Lecter." She whispered as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She closed her eyes, she couldn't take much more.

"Say his name again Starling. I understand you two were pretty close while working together. Say it again, I want it to be the last thing you say."

Clarice opened her eyes as her head began to pound madly. She wanted to die.

"Dr. Lecter." Her tone was louder.