Imagine Hannibal sabotaging your week just to have you clueless crying at his doorstep by Friday night, begging for his comfort. As he held you close to him he just can't believe how beautifully you cried. He wanted to hurt you so much just to see those pearly tears roll down your cheeks and then wipe them away with soft kisses. Cradling you he kisses your forehead sweetly and sits abit back to take a good look. Holding you by your shoulders he makes you look at him red, puffy eyes full of pain and that pretty pout; so tasty. Pleased he tells you he'll be back and moves you from his lap next to his armchair and he goes to the kitchen. Coming back he brings a hot cup of tea and passes it to you but before you could even ask he tells you to drink it all. With hungry eyes he watches you making sure you drink all your tea. Not losing eye contact you gulp it down your throat, hungry to please him. His thump wipes away a drop from your chin and then he holds your hands and caresses your knuckles, a bit harshly. He watches as you start relaxing in his armchair, shoulders loose holding less pressure from before your body starts to go limp.

– I should go home – you say and put all your energy to stand up but somehow you can't move an inch. – No, sweetheart, you should stay, – he insists and you cannot get yourself to speak let alone protest. The feeling of urgency takes over you and you want to run but your eyelids become too heavy to hold and you can't feel any part of your body. In less than a minute you were in a deep slumber and he had to carry you upstairs to your new bedroom. You don't have to worry about a thing now that you are with him nothing bad would ever happen to you, he promise.