Being the member of Hannibal’s ‘affection’, is overbearing, terrifying.

Because what he shows isn’t love, it almost feels like hatred. He destroys everything you love, fits you into his mold of what he wants, if you want to escape him, you can’t.

But you know him now, he let you know him. And you can never escape that.

You sit at the dining room table, listening to him cook. Surrounded by the blood of your loved ones. They’ve stained your feet, your hands, your clothes.