You have recently delbt with the death of your father at the hand of a FBU agent names will ghram. Your dad slit your neck in the process and when you wake back up in the hospital your life is hell you meet will ghram under proper circumstances and a doctor named DR.lecter. They return you home to check it out after the crime and you meet the man you can only assume killed your friend. You go a-wall and kill him too. Now you and lecter gave secrets to keep. It only takes you days to hate the group home you are in, dr lecters visits and your visits to his office keep you sane, your dependent. He visits the home one afternoon and explains that he will take you home with him just for dinner. You’ll be back by bedtime you beg him to let you stay longer.

As he cooks he steeps tea,he tried to get you to open up about your last, your past behind your feather and the hunting and the girls he killed the future maybe the schools you want to apply to. You remind him your father killed girls at the schools you want to attend no use. “What if it wasn’t so painful to think about anymore…have you ever tried sun-spien?” he asked cold there is never any emotion. “Shrooms? That’s what’s in the tea?” You said looking at him. “Yes.” He rounds the counter to the tea and there are two cups. “Some medical professionals say it can help with trauma.” He said filling a small mug for you but the second one remains empty. “I have all the trauma I need….You want me to do drugs?” You said looking into the cup a bit weary. “Under my supervision ,” he said coldly and slides the cup to you, you sip from it and look at him for closure. After about 29 minutes your dizzy and the flashbacks Rock you to your core. He watches. Calculating. The second mug was never touched never filled, this is a experiment to him.