After knocking you unconscious at your last appointment, Hannibal has kept you in his basement. It wasn’t all horrible, he had made the space liveable and he hadn’t been treating you in any type of horrifying ways.

But you could see his anger when you refused to eat. You know what he was like, what type of monster he was, being the reason why he keeps you in basement, and you knew he would try to make you like him too.

The sound of the basement door made you sit up from your bed, looking up from the book you were reading to watch him descend the stairs with a bowl in his hand. Hannibal carried it over and sat on the edge of your bed, holding out the bowl for you. It was cereal. No mysterious meat this time.

“I give up, you’re too stubborn.” Hannibal smiled, after all, he had grown an attachment to you. “Eat. Please.”