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Chapter 11 – The End of everything

Jack Crawford cursed under his breath as he stared out of the wind
shield, a heavy curtain of rain almost completely hiding the street
they were driving on. They had finally figured out the place Hannibal
was most likely staying at and were now rushing there, police sirens
loud in the otherwise silent night air.

Clarice was in the passenger seat next to him, a look of
excitement and something he couldn't quite
figure out spread over her face. She was just as eager to get there
as himself, but it looked as if she was more keen on getting
Hannibal than she was actually worried for Will's safety.

Not that he could really blame her. She didn't have the guilt of
having ruined the other man's life time and time again, of having
forced him to face his worst fears even though Jack had known that
Will didn't want to. That guilt made him drive the car even faster,
cutting through the curtain of rain.

Passing through a small village Jack was too intend on avoiding
the huge lake-like puddles on the street to notice the dark shadow
next to one of the houses, who immediately slipped inside as soon as
the five police cars had gone by. And even if he had seen it he
wouldn't have cared, the only thing he could think about his guilty
conscience and his hope to find Will alive.

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A flash of thunder shocked Will out of his sleep, causing him to
try to sit up in his bed. But he found the simple movement impossible
to complete, since he wasn't in his bed at all, his hands bound
together by handcuffs and chained to the table he was lying on.

The table Hannibal had fucked him on a few hours earlier.
Struggling with his bonds Will tried to get up while at the same time
scanning the room. Where the hell was Hannibal and why did he tie him
up? Will had assumed that they had gotten to the point of
understanding that this wasn't a game and that he had given up his
former beliefs of right and wrong to be with the doctor. Had he been
fooled once again?

The look of dismay that spread over his face was quickly replaced
by anger as he couldn't get free, the cuffs rough on the sensitive
skin of his wrists. But not only his wrists were sore and aching, but
also his ass and chest, cum and dried blood sticking to his abdomen.

Giving up on struggling Will was about to scream his anger out to
Hannibal when the older man entered the room again, dressed in a
fresh pair of pants and a new shirt. “Why the fuck did you
chain me to the table and...”

His sentence was interrupted by
Hannibal's lips on his own, his body instantly relaxing and melting
into the heat of the tongue that stroked his own. A moan of enjoyment
slipped from his lips, but the doctor ended the kiss before it could
progress even further.

“This is for your own good, Will. I have been informed that
the police and FBI are heading here. We don't have much time left.”
Will wanted to protest, wanted to ask the other man why he wasn't
running already, but Hannibal's hand over his lips effectively
silenced him. “Don't worry, Will. I will be long gone by the
time they arrive here.”

“You can't just go and leave me chained to the table. I want
to come with you.”

“No. You can't come with me right
now. Crawford and Starling will be watching you closely, thinking
that I will try to kill you again.” Hannibal grinned at his
last sentence and Will couldn't help returning the expression, now
knowing for certain that the older man had no intention of killing
him at all. “Maybe a little death now and then, but you won't
object to that I think.” His opinion was emphasized
by a slight pinch to Will's nipple that was rewarded with a sighed
moan.

“When will I be able to see you again?”

“That depends on your performance in the little game we will
play.” The sound of police sirens was already audible in the
distance, faint and partially drowned out by the falling rain. “I
have to go, but first...” Taking one of the napkins that were
still on the table Hannibal formed a gag and shoved it into Will's
mouth, muffling the profiler's frantic protests.

Satisfied with the way Will looked now he bent down to the younger
man's ear, pressing a kiss to his earlobe before he whispered his
parting words.

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The gravel road finally came to an end in front of a huge mansion
and both Crawford and Starling got out of
the car. The rest of their team immediately grouped around them,
waiting for further instructions. “We've secured the whole
area. Lecter is either in there or has left before our barricades
stood. I don't need to tell you how dangerous he is. We will split
into two teams. Half of you come with me, the other half goes with
Starling.”

Clarice nodded her head in agreement while she drew her gun.
Following behind her Crawford entered the mansion, finding himself in
a luxurious entrance hall. Stairs were leading up to the upper floor,
illuminated by a small sliver of light that had to be coming from an
open door there. The rest of the house was completely dark, but Jack
didn't take this to mean anything.

Hannibal was clever enough to probably have set them a trap, so
they had to be careful. “Starling, ground floor.” A curt
nod and she led her agents on, carefully entering the first room to
their right. As soon as they were out of sight Jack motioned his team
to follow him up the stairs, planning on investigating the light
there.

The stairs creaked under his feet and he winced
at the loud sound. If Hannibal was still in the house and hadn't been
aware of their approach he definitely was warned now. Stepping around
the corner they found the corridor empty, closed doors on each side.
Another stairway seemed to lead up to another floor, but after making
sure that it was secure Crawford ignored it for the moment.

His whole attention was fixed on the end of the hallway and the
huge double-door that stood ajar there. Light was filtering out, cast
by a huge chandelier that was visible through the small crack.
Carefully creeping closer Jack picked up on muffled sounds, instantly
motioning for his men to stop. It didn't sound like two people
fighting, but rather as if a single person was struggling against
some kind of bonds.

Motioning for his men to come closer they walked up to the door,
stopping right in front of it. From where they stood now, they could
see a little more of the room, but the person who was inside was
still out of their sight.

A whispered command and the door flew open, revealing what was
inside. Crawford felt his insides twist with a mix of relief and
horror as he stared at the display before him. Will was obviously
still alive, struggling against the bonds that held him on the dining
table. Even from where he was standing Jack could see the dried blood
on his chest and the white liquid that was smeared on the insides of
his thighs. Oh god.

Getting out his cellphone he called an ambulance, ordering his men
to free Will from his bonds. As soon as the FBI agent noticed the
team approaching him the fight drained from his body, his eyes
closing in either gratefulness or shame.

Crawford walked up to the table, where one of the agents had just
freed Will of the gag that had kept him from screaming for help. The
floor was littered with broken porcelain and the remains of a fine
meal. Will had obviously put up quite a fight before Hannibal had
overwhelmed him.

“Will. Will, can you hear me?” No reaction. The agent
was obviously in a deep shock and for the moment Crawford figured
that it was the best if he wasn't totally aware of what was going on.
Ambulance sirens could already be heard in the distance as Clarice
Starling stepped through the door of the dining room.

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“The rest of the mansion is cleared.” As soon as she
had fully entered the room Clarice halted in her steps, staring at
the figure of Will, who was now sitting on the edge of the table,
looking thoroughly miserable. Before she
had a chance to ask what had happened Crawford already approached her
and lead her further away from the profiler.

Rising her eyebrow in a silent question Clarice looked at Jack.
“Agent Graham has obviously been raped and is in shock.
Hannibal seems to be an even sicker fuck than we previously
imagined.” The older agent fell silent, casting a worried look
in Will's direction.

No, what she had just been told couldn't be true. Anger boiled up
in her as she stared at the other agent. Whatever had happened
Hannibal couldn't have raped him, it was far to unsophisticated for
the doctor to commit such a deed, not even as a matter of revenge.
Graham had to be making it up.

At least Hannibal had escaped, even though she didn't want to
acknowledge how glad she actually was about that. Her eyes trained on
Will and for a moment she thought she saw a small smile flit over his
face as the ambulance staff rushed towards him.

It would be better to keep an eye on him and make sure that he
didn't plan to take revenge on Hannibal in some way. Only for his own
safety, of course.

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Will couldn't keep the smile from flitting over his face for a few
seconds while Crawford's back was turned and the emergency staff was
rushing towards him. Hannibal had been right in everything he had
told him before he had gone.

'The easiest way to fool someone is to let them believe what they
want to believe.' Even if what they thought Hannibal to have done was
completely ridiculous. As if the doctor would ever stomp so low as
rape. The only person who seemed skeptic
was Starling, but then again she had some experience with the doctor
too. It would be better if he kept an eye on her and made sure that
she didn't ruin his plans.

While the doctor poked and prodded his body he remained completely
motionless, trying his best to blankly stare off into space. He
ignored all questions directed at him, letting his mind wander
instead of paying attention.

He recalled every parting word Hannibal had said to him, the
memory almost bringing a smile to his face. “Let the frantic
situation settle a bit and take a holiday then. I would suggest
Florence. The Teatro
Comunale shows great operas each Saturday. Especially in a private
booth, like the one my good friend Dr. Fell owns.” Before he
had continued with his speech Hannibal had nipped his earlobe,
sending another shiver of pleasure down Will's spine. “I'll see
you, my dear Will.”

And
then he had been gone, leaving Will to wait for his rescuers. The
very rescuers who were now swarming around him, wrapping him into a
blanket and leading him out of the room. They tried to assure him
that everything was alright, without knowing how wrong they were.

Nothing
was right at the moment, but it would be as soon as he got to
Florence.

TBC...
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