Your in Italy now. Left after the night in his town house where he went mad and had no choice. You have no business with him but he took you with him. A spare carry on. Now you’ve been here two weeks. Portraying yourself as a lavished married couple

‘oh yes yes his a but older but that’s not a bad thing!’ You tell woman who press you at elegant parties

He was a method actor he treated you as a wife even when you two are locked away in the flat for the night. He treats you well like any butcher dose to a pig it plans on slaughtering. Maybe that was a extreme thought. Your lucky after all most women are taken and sold of beaten killed…you go to lavish parties eat expensive…meat and drink nice wine. You wouldn’t have a care in the world if you knew that this was safety and didn’t feel him hold power over your head. And that Will Graham survived that night. And he is certainly on his way to find Hannibal. That man is a large topic of conversation between you two.

“Red darling.” He says coming back from the kitchen with a glass and it brings you from your thoughts.