With Impunity
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Part Four: Revelations
With Impunity: Part 4: Revelations
by Sacara
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Clarice had slept soundly all through the night and even most of the day. The drug had done its duty. Hannibal went into her room countless times just to make sure everything was in order. He enjoyed looking at her, admiring her sleeping face so very at ease now.
He entered the room. She still was asleep. He went closer and sat down on the edge of the bed, cloo heo her feet. The Doctor tilted his head just a tad and smiled. It was that deeply satisfied cat-ate-the-canary smile. At this moment he had all he ever wanted in this room.
His freedom and his little darling Clarice.
Lecter sighed.
He still was not sure how to handle everything. This wasn’t something he was able to control. Either she remembered or she didn’t. A deep frown appeared on his forehead with the thought of her remembering who she was. He loved and respected her profoundly and was actually content with the time she was willing to give him.
His plan was simple. He just hoped that she would leave him enough time to make her feel comfortable in his presence. Lecter wanted to show her how it could be - between them - he wanted to persuade her that there were things he could give her, which she would never receive from someone else. He raised his eyebrows and nodded to himself. *Yes Clarice, I could make you happy - you just have to let yourself go, let me take the lead, let me take care of you, my love*
With those words he stroked lightly over the covers that lay over her shapely feet.
Hannibal stood up to leave the room again. He closed the door behind him to not disturb her.
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Clarice sat upright in the bed. *What a strange man* she thought. He had been sitting beside her quietly for almost fifteen minutes. It had been an act of self-composure to not move or do something to make him suspicious. She didn’t know why, but she had a strange feeling whenever he was in the same room with her. He was a total mystery to her, always so quiet and controlled... almost reserved - she didn’t know what to think of him at all. Clarice shook her head. She really had absolutely no clue about herself and this strange man but she knew one thing for sure. There was something dangerous coming from him, he literally radiated danger.
Clarice chew on her lower lip absentmindedly. She would go to the police, that was one thing she was sure of, but how? He seemed to not be very happy about this idea of her. She just had to persuade him. It was not as if she was in prison or something like that, at least that was what special agent Starling thought naively.
Starling yawned and stretched her lithe body to shake the last bits of sleep off of her. Slowly she pushed away the satin covers and stood up. Her shapely feet touched the cold tiled floor and she looked around for some shoes. Funnily there weren’t any. It was the first thing she noticed that wasn’t just there for her - ready and waiting - very thoroughly prepared by him. Clarice smirked, well, she thought, nobody’s perfect, not even this genius. Now where did that come from? The word “genius” and the Doctor were somehow linked in her mind.
Seemingly, another piece of her memory had come back to her. Clarice smiled satisfied: everything will be alright in the end. She was certain it would. New hope was building up inside of her and made her feel better all of a sudden. She got up and padded over to the big window. The weather was fine. She had no idea where exactly she was but somehow it seemed
irrelevant to her.
Clarice sighed deeply and decided to put some clothes on. She couldn’t walk around in herepineping gown all day.
She turned and went to a huge closet. Every woman would be dying for a thing like that. She opened the doors just a tad and peeked into the closet. Her eyes opened wide and she pulled the doors completely open. The space was stuffed with women’s clothing. Starling raised one delicate eyebrow: Either he was obsessed with women or he was a cross-dresser? Actually she couldn’t suppress a grin. No ----- cross-dressing was definitely not his thing, not to mention that these dresses were all much too small for his figure. Clarice hold out one hand to touch the fine materials of the different dresses. The closet provided everything from a cocktail dress to sweat pants. After some time and she realized that everything seemed to be her size. It was getting stranger every minute. How in hell did he find out about my size?...... Well, take it easy girl, she told herself, probably he just looked inside of the clothes she wore the night he’d found her. She almost believed her own words, almost: there was still that awkward feeling that remained in the pit of her stomach.
She chose a pair of tight blue jeans and a Bordeaux colored pullover and hoped that the closet also contained some underwear for her. Starling opened another door and found lots and lots of different colored and shaped underwear. Clarice again just shook her head, grasped dark blue panties and a bra in the same color and shut the doors of the closet.
Clarice scoffed and leaned against the cool wood of the closet. What else would be waiting for her outside of this room, she wondered.
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The door to her room opened just this second. Hannibal Lecter entered the room. He threw a glance at the empty bed. His expression suddenly changed completely and became hard and merciless. At least that was what Clarice felt when she watched him. He then turned around in a hasty movement to search for her. When he saw her standing in front of the closet his facial expression became gentler and a smile appeared on his face. It was that smile that he had given her every time he had talked to her these last hours.
“Ahh, Clarice, you are up and awake. How do you feel?”he still smiled at her.
“Fine thanks,!” Clarice smiled back.
“I see that you’ve found the clothes I took the liberty to buying for you! I hope they’ll fit?” he raised his eyebrows at her.
“Uhu,” Clarice laughed halfheartedly, ”actually, they’re all my size. How did you know?”
“Aah well, I’m afraid I just had to guess. Your old clothes also gave some helpful hints. I assume that I was lucky, hm?” Lecter smirked.
There it was again, that cat-ate-the-canary grin. She didn’t like that. It reminded her of some cheap come-on’s she experienced time and again. Lecter must have noticed her scornful look as he stopped to grin and said.
“Well Clarice, I am sure you want to take a shower or a bath. Please feel free to use whatever you need. The bathroom is straight ahead, the third door on the left!”
Agent Starling was relieved that he changed the subject and also that he noticed her discomfort in the clothes she was wearing.
She jnoddnodded and left to find the bathroom.
“Oh and by the way Clarice, shoes are in the closet as well. It’s the last door on the left. I hope they fit as good as those clothes!” with those words he went to his rooms again, not even bothering to turn around to look at her.
Clarice went into the bathroom and prepared a nice hot peach flavored bath. She got into tub and sat down. The minute she felt the hot water against her skin she sighed deeply and whimpered like a little puppy. It seemed to be the most wonderful thing on earth.
She hoped this feeling would never dissolve.
Agent Starling sank as deep down as possible. She closet her big baby blues and seconds
later she dozed off.
~°~°~ No please Dr. Lecter, don’t do that .... Krendler is an idiot but he doesn’t dee a e a death like that...... please .. no one does........ Clarice , don’t bother, Paul here will help me clear....... will you ever say stop ....... if you loved me ..... stop......... not in a thousand years..................................................... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ................
Her head tossed from side to side, water was splashing over the tiles of the bathroom floor. Noooooooo. ..........................Don’t do that Dr. Lecter!!!!!............................ ~°~°~
Clarice swallowed water and cuffed to get it out of her lungs. She sat upright. Her face white with shock, just her cheeks were flushed hot red. She froze, goose bumps appeared on her skin. The hot water in the tub did nothing to keep her warm. No. No. No. Please tell me that it isn’t true! I am not here with Dr. HANNIBAL LECTER.
Suddenly, everything was back. The dinner with Krendler and Lecter and the kiss and of course the handcuffs. Then there was something she still didn’t know. There were still some hours missing between the encounters in Krendler’s kitchen and Lecter’s home, but she was sure it would come back to her.
Then tears were in her eyes and she cried. She didn’t know why. There were too many emotions going wild in her mind.
She embraced her both knees and leaned her forehead on her knees. Waves of tears shook her slender body.
“What am I gonna do?”
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..........................end part 4 ......................
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by Sacara
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Clarice had slept soundly all through the night and even most of the day. The drug had done its duty. Hannibal went into her room countless times just to make sure everything was in order. He enjoyed looking at her, admiring her sleeping face so very at ease now.
He entered the room. She still was asleep. He went closer and sat down on the edge of the bed, cloo heo her feet. The Doctor tilted his head just a tad and smiled. It was that deeply satisfied cat-ate-the-canary smile. At this moment he had all he ever wanted in this room.
His freedom and his little darling Clarice.
Lecter sighed.
He still was not sure how to handle everything. This wasn’t something he was able to control. Either she remembered or she didn’t. A deep frown appeared on his forehead with the thought of her remembering who she was. He loved and respected her profoundly and was actually content with the time she was willing to give him.
His plan was simple. He just hoped that she would leave him enough time to make her feel comfortable in his presence. Lecter wanted to show her how it could be - between them - he wanted to persuade her that there were things he could give her, which she would never receive from someone else. He raised his eyebrows and nodded to himself. *Yes Clarice, I could make you happy - you just have to let yourself go, let me take the lead, let me take care of you, my love*
With those words he stroked lightly over the covers that lay over her shapely feet.
Hannibal stood up to leave the room again. He closed the door behind him to not disturb her.
*~*-----------------------------------*~*
Clarice sat upright in the bed. *What a strange man* she thought. He had been sitting beside her quietly for almost fifteen minutes. It had been an act of self-composure to not move or do something to make him suspicious. She didn’t know why, but she had a strange feeling whenever he was in the same room with her. He was a total mystery to her, always so quiet and controlled... almost reserved - she didn’t know what to think of him at all. Clarice shook her head. She really had absolutely no clue about herself and this strange man but she knew one thing for sure. There was something dangerous coming from him, he literally radiated danger.
Clarice chew on her lower lip absentmindedly. She would go to the police, that was one thing she was sure of, but how? He seemed to not be very happy about this idea of her. She just had to persuade him. It was not as if she was in prison or something like that, at least that was what special agent Starling thought naively.
Starling yawned and stretched her lithe body to shake the last bits of sleep off of her. Slowly she pushed away the satin covers and stood up. Her shapely feet touched the cold tiled floor and she looked around for some shoes. Funnily there weren’t any. It was the first thing she noticed that wasn’t just there for her - ready and waiting - very thoroughly prepared by him. Clarice smirked, well, she thought, nobody’s perfect, not even this genius. Now where did that come from? The word “genius” and the Doctor were somehow linked in her mind.
Seemingly, another piece of her memory had come back to her. Clarice smiled satisfied: everything will be alright in the end. She was certain it would. New hope was building up inside of her and made her feel better all of a sudden. She got up and padded over to the big window. The weather was fine. She had no idea where exactly she was but somehow it seemed
irrelevant to her.
Clarice sighed deeply and decided to put some clothes on. She couldn’t walk around in herepineping gown all day.
She turned and went to a huge closet. Every woman would be dying for a thing like that. She opened the doors just a tad and peeked into the closet. Her eyes opened wide and she pulled the doors completely open. The space was stuffed with women’s clothing. Starling raised one delicate eyebrow: Either he was obsessed with women or he was a cross-dresser? Actually she couldn’t suppress a grin. No ----- cross-dressing was definitely not his thing, not to mention that these dresses were all much too small for his figure. Clarice hold out one hand to touch the fine materials of the different dresses. The closet provided everything from a cocktail dress to sweat pants. After some time and she realized that everything seemed to be her size. It was getting stranger every minute. How in hell did he find out about my size?...... Well, take it easy girl, she told herself, probably he just looked inside of the clothes she wore the night he’d found her. She almost believed her own words, almost: there was still that awkward feeling that remained in the pit of her stomach.
She chose a pair of tight blue jeans and a Bordeaux colored pullover and hoped that the closet also contained some underwear for her. Starling opened another door and found lots and lots of different colored and shaped underwear. Clarice again just shook her head, grasped dark blue panties and a bra in the same color and shut the doors of the closet.
Clarice scoffed and leaned against the cool wood of the closet. What else would be waiting for her outside of this room, she wondered.
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The door to her room opened just this second. Hannibal Lecter entered the room. He threw a glance at the empty bed. His expression suddenly changed completely and became hard and merciless. At least that was what Clarice felt when she watched him. He then turned around in a hasty movement to search for her. When he saw her standing in front of the closet his facial expression became gentler and a smile appeared on his face. It was that smile that he had given her every time he had talked to her these last hours.
“Ahh, Clarice, you are up and awake. How do you feel?”he still smiled at her.
“Fine thanks,!” Clarice smiled back.
“I see that you’ve found the clothes I took the liberty to buying for you! I hope they’ll fit?” he raised his eyebrows at her.
“Uhu,” Clarice laughed halfheartedly, ”actually, they’re all my size. How did you know?”
“Aah well, I’m afraid I just had to guess. Your old clothes also gave some helpful hints. I assume that I was lucky, hm?” Lecter smirked.
There it was again, that cat-ate-the-canary grin. She didn’t like that. It reminded her of some cheap come-on’s she experienced time and again. Lecter must have noticed her scornful look as he stopped to grin and said.
“Well Clarice, I am sure you want to take a shower or a bath. Please feel free to use whatever you need. The bathroom is straight ahead, the third door on the left!”
Agent Starling was relieved that he changed the subject and also that he noticed her discomfort in the clothes she was wearing.
She jnoddnodded and left to find the bathroom.
“Oh and by the way Clarice, shoes are in the closet as well. It’s the last door on the left. I hope they fit as good as those clothes!” with those words he went to his rooms again, not even bothering to turn around to look at her.
Clarice went into the bathroom and prepared a nice hot peach flavored bath. She got into tub and sat down. The minute she felt the hot water against her skin she sighed deeply and whimpered like a little puppy. It seemed to be the most wonderful thing on earth.
She hoped this feeling would never dissolve.
Agent Starling sank as deep down as possible. She closet her big baby blues and seconds
later she dozed off.
~°~°~ No please Dr. Lecter, don’t do that .... Krendler is an idiot but he doesn’t dee a e a death like that...... please .. no one does........ Clarice , don’t bother, Paul here will help me clear....... will you ever say stop ....... if you loved me ..... stop......... not in a thousand years..................................................... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ................
Her head tossed from side to side, water was splashing over the tiles of the bathroom floor. Noooooooo. ..........................Don’t do that Dr. Lecter!!!!!............................ ~°~°~
Clarice swallowed water and cuffed to get it out of her lungs. She sat upright. Her face white with shock, just her cheeks were flushed hot red. She froze, goose bumps appeared on her skin. The hot water in the tub did nothing to keep her warm. No. No. No. Please tell me that it isn’t true! I am not here with Dr. HANNIBAL LECTER.
Suddenly, everything was back. The dinner with Krendler and Lecter and the kiss and of course the handcuffs. Then there was something she still didn’t know. There were still some hours missing between the encounters in Krendler’s kitchen and Lecter’s home, but she was sure it would come back to her.
Then tears were in her eyes and she cried. She didn’t know why. There were too many emotions going wild in her mind.
She embraced her both knees and leaned her forehead on her knees. Waves of tears shook her slender body.
“What am I gonna do?”
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..........................end part 4 ......................
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