Surviving a House fire had to be one of the most traumatic experiences in your life, watching as the house exploded once you got out with your mother or father in sight. Being only 12 made it worse as you were given a family unit you were old enough to take care of yourself, the man taking care of you was named Hannibal but you normally called him Lecter since it was easier for you to use his last name being young. After around five years you were one 15 living in Hannibal’s house. You learned to cook, clean and take good care of yourself but. Soon that went down hill. You were walking around the house until you found something. Disturbing.. it was meat wrapped up with your mom’s name written on it as Hannibal walked downstairs to see you, you slammed the fridge. “You alright?” Hannibal spoke soft to you. “Is this all I am to you?” you suddenly spoke up since.. now it was clear you were just meat. “Do it than..” You tired to speak but it was fight to speak first until you screamed at the man. “come on.. do it!” you cried out at Hannibal. “Do it!..- DO IT MURDER ME LIKE YOU MURDER MY MOTHER!!”

You spoke out to Hannibal, shaking a little but you knew the man would never hurt you. “Do it! Murder me..- MURDER ME!” you screamed at him.. “KILL ME LIKE YOU MURDER MY MOTHER!!” god this was bad and would be hard to fix..-