Elizabeth moaned softly as she squinted at the sudden bright light which shined on her. She tried to move, but felt herself restrained from doing so. She heard clanking and peeked down at shackles around her wrists. She sat up and looked around, seeing that she was in an elegant bedroom on top of a bed with chains around her. Someone kidnapped her. Again!
The thought became unpleasant to her and made her want to actually hurt someone. She was frantic as she tried to stand up, seeing that Ichabod was nowhere to be found.
"Ichabod!" she yelled as loud as possible, screamed even.
The doors burst open and she glared as Mason rolled into the room. She couldn't help, but smile cruelly at the appearance of him. She now didn't really regret what Will and Hannibal did to him. Hell, that monster deserved more and I will repay that debt for sure.
She laid back down and greeted, "Mr. Verger...you look positively monstrous. I like this look better."
"Ha ha, oh how you love to laugh, don't you," he taunted. "I'll be sure to get Cordell to cook your tongue up to you family. You can even eat them as well if you behave."
"Fuck you," she sneered. "When I get out of here and trust me, I will get out of here then you can bet your fucked-up dog face that you will know of pain-true pain."
Mason chuckled. "Mr. Graham bit off Cordell's cheek, you know? Maybe Hannibal has grown on the both of you now. Pity for you, but lucky me because I do just love a good fight. I hear that blondes have more fight."
She struggled against the chains, snarling, "If you touch my family, I swear-"
"You can swear all you like, sweetheart, but I will get the pleasure to taste all of you," Mason replied and then had the boldness to lick his lips. He seemed to rattling the cage of the lioness. "I bet Hannibal must've just buttered you up real nice and delicious."
"I will kill you," she promised him.
Mason smirked and then told her, "I won't hurt your son."
Her eyebrows raised in shock, but then furrowed in confusion. "Why? What game are you playing, Mason?"
"You remember my sister, Margot?"
"How could I forget about the woman who was almost family until you killed her baby and made it impossible for her to ever have children," she replied sarcastically. "Yes, I remember perfectly."
"Well, I've devised a plan to give Margot her Graham-Verger baby," Mason started to explain. "I've decided to give her yours since you and Hannibal will be dead later on and he's going to need well-fit parents to take care of him. So why not Margot who carried his cousin once? It wasn't that hard to fool her since he looks much like his Uncle. He'll fit in nicely here if you ask me."
"You son of a bitch," she muttered in shock. "That's why you wanted to see me. You were planning to take him away and kill us! You ugly disfigured bastard!"
Mason turned his chair around as he rolled away, ignoring her screams full of violent anger.
Elizabeth sobbed into the large fluffy pillows as the doors closed behind him, leaving her all alone. She terribly missed her son-her little boy who held such a bright smile on his face for whatever reason was presented to him.
More tears spilled down her face as she sagged against the bed, thinking about all those times she spent with, not knowing that they were her last ones with him until he was forced to forget his true family.
She hissed a little when she felt pain on her back and strained her neck to try to look at it over her shoulder.
"He branded you while you were out," Alana said, walking into the room. "Do you know what he plans to do to you?"
"Kill me."
"In about nine months," Alana corrected.
"What?" Elizabeth whispered, her eyes wide.
"He wants a Verger male by blood and since you've already had a child, your body is already experienced. He plans for you to be a surrogate for his and Margot's baby," she explained with a hint of pity in her eyes. "You will provide a purpose and then he will dispose of you, Lizzie."
"He will dispose of Ichabod too," Elizabeth reminded her. "Once he has a male then that's the axe for my son, Alana. He's innocent in all of this so please don't let his parents' decision decide his fate. He…he means everything to us. I promised Jack that I would catch Hannibal and put him away for good in exchange for my freedom."
"Hannibal in chains?" Alana chuckled. "He would have to surrender for that to ever happen, but I still remember how persuasive and influential you are with Hannibal. You seem to have that effect on him…"
Alana strode forward and presented a key from her pocket, unlocking them. "Margot's been protecting Ichabod from everyone. Now take him with you to wherever you want to go and keep your promise, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth quickly stood up and ran out of the room.
"Mommy," Ichabod yelled in excitement.
Elizabeth and Ichabod ran towards each other, she fiercely wrapped her arms around his tiny body as his gripped her shirt. She breathed out a sigh of relief and noticed Margot slightly hovering.
"You can visit him anytime you want to," Elizabeth told her, smiling.
"Promise me that you'll protect him from this life," Margot demanded softly.
Elizabeth nodded fiercely. "I promise. I love my son more than anything in this world. All I want to do is protect him and I know what I have to do."
"Then go. Quickly. Hannibal's free," Alana told her. "Here. Everything you need is in there."
Alana handed Elizabeth keys and she carried her son in her arms as she ran out of the mansion, hearing Ichabod call out to Margot, "Bye, Auntie Maggie!"
Mother and son traveled to the lonely car that was placed under some trees nearby. She strapped Ichabod into the car seat in the back, seeing his eyes droop. She smiled easily and kissed his head. She closed the door and stopped when she saw Hannibal barely carrying Will out through the snow. She ran towards them, feeling her heart pound when she locked eyes with Hannibal.
Without words between them, they helped Will into the back seat of the car. Hannibal smiled at Ichabod, running his hand softly over his curly hair as he slept.
The car ride was silent as Elizabeth drove them to Will's house. She glanced in the rear view mirror at her brother and son sleeping in the back then at Hannibal who sat next to her.
Once they pulled up into the driveway, Hannibal was the first out as he carried Will out of the car and into the house, setting him on the couch in the extra bedroom was Ichabod whenever they stayed over. Meanwhile Elizabeth unstrapped Ichabod who awoke with a cranky moan in his throat.
"Shhh," she soothed. "Go back to sleep."
"Is Daddy here?" he asked sleepily.
She kissed his head as they walked down the hall of Will's house and towards the bedroom. Hannibal came over and gently hugged Ichabod after he took him from her arms and put him to bed. Elizabeth sighed as she walked out of the room and towards the kitchen. She smiled at the sleeping dogs who went to "guard" their master and Ichabod.
Elizabeth watched as Hannibal came back into the room, watching her as well. She grabbed a towel and turned on the faucet, putting the towel underneath until it was completely wet. She walked slowly to Hannibal as if still cautious of him. Hannibal sat down on a stool as she started to wipe away the dried blood on his face. He closed his eyes as her soft and delicate hands skillfully removed any sort of blood from his recent victims off of his face.
She let out a short breath when she dared to look into his maroon eyes, reminding her of the way he looked at her when they first met. It seemed like such a long time ago…it's been so long and too many things have happened since then.
What did I see in Hannibal Lecter? That is the one question perhaps that I could never answer…
Hannibal suddenly grabbed her wrist and whirled her around, crashing his lips onto hers passionately.
She moaned softly into his mouth before they started to tear each other's clothes off. Hannibal kissed down her body, pulling her bra and panties off of her body.
"I love you," he muttered. "Make love to me one last time."
She nodded. "Okay."
She started to pull down his black briefs and her fingers trailed over the scars on his face instead of his hard thick cock. Hannibal kissed the palm of her hand as he held her wrist in his hand. Once they were bare and naked to each other, Hannibal led her to the bed, pulling her beneath him.
Elizabeth moaned a little bit more loudly when he sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. He tugged it with his teeth a little and then caressed her large breasts with his hands, squeezing them every so often. His fingers skillfully played with her clit making her shudder in pleasure.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips back to hers once she kissed him passionately. She became breathless when he pulled away, thrusting into her.
Hannibal groaned as he felt how tight she still was, "Have you been with anyone?"
"I think you know that answer to that, Hannibal," Elizabeth responded, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He brought his hips down hard on her each time, pounding into her like a starved man who hadn't tasted sex yet. He sucked her pulse on her neck and kissed all over her throat then her jaw before making his way to her soft pink lips.
The sounds of skin slapping together along with sexual moans were the only sounds heard in the room. His balls slapped against the crack of her butt, tightening.
She felt the muscles on Hannibal's back tighten and then release with every thrust, her hands trailed all over his body, admiring it while she could.
"Oh, yes," she moaned loudly. "Hannibal…God…yes…don't stop."
Her breasts bounced up and down as she flipped them over so that she was on top. Elizabeth ran her hands through his chest hair before continuing to have sex with him. Hannibal watched with hungry eyes at the way her body moved whenever she was on top of him. He sat up quickly and roughly grabbed her breast, sucking it hard before releasing the nipple. He repeated this action until he felt her squirming on top of him.
They both knew that she was close and Hannibal had her suddenly on her stomach with him behind, still pounding inside of her. He held her shoulder, thrusting wildly inside of her as growls came out of his throat.
"You taste delicious," he moaned into her ear. "Do you like the way I fuck you, Elizabeth?"
"God, yes," she groaned in pleasure as she climaxed, feeling waves of her orgasm go through her like electricity.
"I will be the only one who can ever satisfy you, Elizabeth. Only me and my cock inside of you. Not any man nor your beautiful long fingers. Only me," he promised her before spilling himself inside of her with a loud moan and pressing his weight on top of her.
"Only you," she repeated to him.
TBC…
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