The death of your parents was tragic, brutally murdered, parts missing. All signs that the Chesapeake Ripper had gotten to your family. You didn't expect him to come for your family, it seemed like a fairy tale, until it happened, and somehow...you were alive

The night of the killing, Hannibal took a liking to you, killing your parents was only something he had to do, but you? He felt his heart soften seeing you cower in the corner like a Five year old child, crying weakly to yourself, and from then on, he was sure of it. He wouldn't kill you. He'd keep you*

Right after the murder and the unstable state it had sent you in. You were admitted into a mental hospital, Will and Hannibal visited you often, and Hannibal used this time to get under your skin. To get you to trust him, and no doubt you did. After the death of your parents you were unintentionally seeking attention from older people, from desperate hopes of being loved like a parent would, and Hannibal played right into your hands.

He noted how jumpy you were, how you flinched easily, how little things made you happy and physical touch would calm you down. He wrote it all down and played his cards accordingly to make you his, his little baby*

Eventually you moved into Mr. Lector's house, the doctor's seeing the "sweet bond" and entrusted him to take care of you of course with occasional check ups. It felt awkward at first. The way bedtime was so early, anytime you ate breakfast, lunch, or dinner, childish shows would play on the TV. He'd give you gifts and they'd be childish toys or stuffed animals of the sort. He'd help you pick your outfits and tuck you snugly into bed and sometimes a pacifier would be on your headstand

And after a while, this never occurred weird to you. Because he was making it so. It was a part of his plan

Currently you were sitting in his living room, the sun still rising as you rubbed the sleepiness from your eyes, your footie pajamas still on, as he insisted they would be comfortable through the night and he wasn't wrong about that, Whinne The Pooh played on the TV, catching your attention rather quickly, you looked down at the coffee table and there were a few puzzles, a sippy cup of the side full of fresh apple juice and then he walked in, in a suit and freshened like he'd already gotten ready for the day.

You noticed he was holding some things, it seemed to be an outfit, and a diaper? You tilted your head at him, when he crouched in front of you and held out a pacifier

"Come on sweetheart, take this and lets get ready for the day hm?" He said, his voice is low but just high pitched enough to make it sound like he was asking his two year old to follow him

You look at him confused, to the pacifier, to the outfit in his arms, the unmistakable sight of a diaper. And he shakes the pacifier in front of you, like ushering you to come with him