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The first thing he noticed was his pounding head. This wasn’t unusual for him, but it was unusual that when he reached over to grab the Aspirin, he felt a sharp tug on his wrist along with a pinch. His eyes opened quickly, and he froze in shock and horror. There was a pair of silver handcuffs connecting him to a 4 poster bed frame. Will quickly forced his eyes shut and began thinking about what was going on.
The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his bed, the soft sound of his dogs snoring settling his mind enough for him to drift off. Now, here he was, on an unfamiliar bed, handcuffs keeping him from moving. Shit. What was he supposed to do now? Before he could go down that line of questioning any further, he heard a quiet shuffling coming from his left. His eyes bolted open and he was met with a man. He was wearing the nicest suit Will had ever seen, and had an unsettling smile on his face.
“Ah, Mr. Graham. I’m so pleased you’ve awoken! I was beginning to worry that I had put too much melatonin in your coffee from last night. Such a slip-up would’ve been entirely unprecedented however, so I suppose it only makes sense that you’re here now. Ah, but I forget myself. How rude I’ve been. Hello Will. My name is Hannibal Lecter. I’m the man you’ve been looking for. I’m your ‘Chesapeake Ripper’ as the press has decided to call me,” Hannibal said, maintaining the smug look of superiority. Will was silent.
“Oh come now Mr. Graham, I’m sure you’ve got some questions for me, so please… I’m all ears” Hannibal quipped.
“Alright,” Will said skeptically. “Umm… Where am I?” At this, Hannibal sighed dramatically.
“Why is that always the first question? Why can’t people be more interesting? I suppose I did promise to answer your questions, so I’ll tell you. You’re in my basement currently. Your next question is probably ‘why am I here’, so I’ll go ahead and tell you that as well. My current agenda has become… tedious. I’ve decided to spice things up a bit and initiate a discussion with the FBI. You, of course, were the only real threat to me with your empathy, so I figured I could kill 2 birds with one stone.”
Will sat and stared at the strange man, Hannibal Lecter he had said. He closed his eyes and began to compare what he had already known about the Chesapeake Ripper and compare it to the man that sat before him claiming to be said Ripper.
“So where did you attend medical school?” Will finally asked. This question got him a true smile, and the man stood up from his chair.
“Johns Hopkins. I am pleased you asked that. Now, I really must be off, I have a patient coming in soon, and I cannot be late. Unfortunately, I must sedate you again so that I can unhook you and allow you to stretch your legs, so farewell for now Good Will,” Hannibal said before leaning over and quickly injecting him with a clear liquid.
Will fought the urge to close his eyes as long as he could, managing to get a small glimpse of Hannibal opening the long closet beside the chair he had originally sat at before his eyes betrayed him and closed.