Fic: Silencing Lounds (Chapter 2)
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thenaughtymissloundsTitle: Silencing Lounds
Chapter 2: Moonlight Madness
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Paring: Hannibal/Freddie (if you want to call it that)
Chapter Summary: Freddie wakes up, and she had absolutely no idea where she is other than some abandon cabin in the woods. Hannibal isn't done with her, that much is clear, but her hopes of escape dwindle with every passing moment.
Notes: This is what I write, how I am, what I like. I know there are a lot of complaints about this type of fic right now but I really don't care as I know a lot of people like it and there is an audience for this. To warn you right now, it's going to get pretty brutal, so I'd suggest you just leave now if this is something you cannot handle.
The next things she knew, she was freezing cold. She hadn't ever remembered being that cold in her life. She had once been locked out of her house at night as a teen, missed curfew, in the dead of winter. Until that moment she thought the coldest she had ever been was in the car that night trying to curl up into the smallest ball possible to conserve heat.
Even worse, she was soaking wet. Her hair held water like a sponge and it hadn't been dried, it didn't even seem like drying was attempted. She was on the floor in some one roomed cabin. There were stairs leading to a landing or a loft but she couldn't see what was there. As her vision cleared she realized she recognized this place, and secondly she realized she was completely naked.
She scrambled back and pulled into a ball in the corner. Trying to regain warmth and her bearings. Her head was pounding as well as her bottom lip which had been split open when Hannibal had backhanded her. This time she wasn't restrained, but she found herself wishing the shirt was still around her wrists because at least then she could have found a way to pull it back on.
This cabin, was where she had gone to snoop...wasn't it? She didn't know. It looked very familiar but it was also almost pitch black in there. The only light was the window over her right shoulder letting in the glow of the full moon. It was eerie and would have been dead silent if not for the crickets and hooting owls outside. He was there right? He wouldn't have just left her naked in a freezing cabin. She might escape and then where would he be? No, he was too smart for that.
"H-hello?" She called, her teeth chattering heavily enough for her to hear them click every so often. Though her eyes were adjusting to the dark all she could see in there at that point was a bare table. It looked to be metal and there were a few knives laid out on it. Things were pristine in there, clean, like a hospital, and an almost sterile smell of disinfectant hung in the air. She would die here, though she wasn't sure when. Hopefully it would be quickly.
Forgetting how terrified she was, and knowing she didn't have time to wallow in her own pity and fear, she got to her feet. Trying to cover her body as much as she could, though she was mostly sure she was alone, she walked to the table. Of course her next move would to be get out of there but having a weapon was always a good idea and if it was just laid out for the taking, she was going to fucking take it.
Her teeth were still chattering, and it seemed like that was making far too much noise. She wanted it to stop. To combat this she clenched her jaw. The selection of knives ranged from small filleting ones to very large hunting ones. There was a box of sterile needles as well. Sitting near that was a lighter. A chill ran through her and she grabbed one of the larger knives. Just as she was holding it up to inspect it, the front door started to open. Fuck. She quickly hid the knife behind her back, clutching it tightly. Of course he'd realize that a knife was missing, however she was afraid setting it back down would make it far too obvious she had messed with them. Either way he'd be angry but at least in the current scenario she was holding a weapon.
He looked at her and flicked a light switch. A very dim, yellow light came on over head, bathing the room in an even more eerie glow than the moon provided. He still wasn't saying anything to her and there she stood with one arm behind her back, the other covering her chest protectively as she shook in fear and cold.
"Put it down, Ms. Lounds." He said slowly. She looked at him with wide eyes, he wasn't even near the table, how did he know? Though she guessed it was rather obvious with the way she was standing. She opened her mouth to tell him no, but nothing came out, it was like she couldn't produce a single sound. Instead she started to back up towards the wall. "You might decide to make this easier on yourself by accepting what your fate is. I already assured you this would not be pleasant." He started to approach her after removing his nice, warm looking jacket and hanging it on the coat rack by the door.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" She finally managed to screech after what seemed like an eternity of her vocal chords being paralyzed with fear. He didn't at all seem phased by her angry outburst even though she couldn't ever remember sounding more vicious.
"Keep calm, Ms. Lounds. The quicker you submit the easier this will become." He stepped within striking distance of her, or so she thought, and she lashed out at him with the knife in her hand, swinging wildly and rather blindly. Since he was the calm one, this immediately gave him the upper hand and he was easily able to grab her by the wrist. "Drop the knife." He said firmly.
"GO TO HELL!" She screeched and launched a wad of spit at his face. Amazingly enough it actually connected, it was something he hadn't managed to dodge. His upper lip curled into a snarl, she probably shouldn't have done that but what did she have to lose at that point? Besides she got some sort of sick satisfaction out of doing it.
His hand came up and slowly wiped the mass away, however, he still didn't let go of her wrist. Instead he twisted her arm up in an almost impossible position and applied pressure to the tendons in her wrist until it became far to painful to grasp the knife. She screamed out and dropped it, causing it to clatter to the floor. Once the threat was removed he slammed her up against the wall quickly.
"Hell? We are already there, and I am the ruler." He told her. She stared back at him her lower lip trembled for a moment he could see a tear had made it's way down her face and was now resting in the little arch above her severely pointed lips. He smiled demonically and she screamed. It was the most intense, ear shattering scream he had ever heard, well one of them, definitely the most without actually causing her any physical pain.
He backhanded her roughly and took the time to shove her down to her knees in front of him while she was still reeling from the blow to the face. This time her nose was what started to bleed but he liked that. She would be bleeding far more in the near future, why not start it off now? His hand snaked into the still rather soaking wet mop of hair and twisted tightly, yanking her head back so she was forced to look up at him like the pathetic little bitch she was.
In this position she was face to face with his arousal and there was no mistaking it. It was completely obvious in those nice, perfectly creased slacks of his. It was clear what he wanted from her at that point and she had a feeling he was going to get it even if it meant her being scalped as she tried to pull her hair from his manipulative grasp.
"No...God...please no..." She whimpered. Her blue eyes shining with amazing yet surprisingly there was still quite a bit of fight in them and he wasn't sure how much he wanted to get rid of it yet.
"God? There is no God here, Ms. Lounds. No room for forgiveness, no pleas for mercy. As we have established, this is hell. Praying will get you nowhere." He said in a cold tone of voice. She started to scream again. Incoherent sounds that might have been words but he wasn't exactly paying attention as it didn't matter to him. It was a mistake, though, for her mouth to be that wide open when she must have known what was coming but he used the opportunity to shove his cock deep into the back of her throat once it was released from his pants.
On the first thrust he got almost all the way into her mouth. She didn't like it and fought back, though as a man used to doing this he knew that he had a good enough grip on her hair and had her head pinned at enough of an angle that it would be far too uncomfortable for her to bite him. Though he could feel her trying it would be impossible for her to get enough pressure into it to be effective. He wanted a bit of that anyway, a tiny bit of pain only enhanced the pleasure and it reminded him of how much power he had.
Her hands weren't restrained and they started to punch and push at his strong thighs but he held her tight. She was gagging and still trying to scream but now it was severely muffled. A low moan of pleasure escaped his lips and he looked down at her. Since her head was tilted up he could see the wild expression her wide eyes were giving. He was sure she wasn't exactly seeing him at that point they were very out of focus and she was in an extreme panic. However, he didn't care. He twisted his hand a bit more tightly into her hair and pulled her head back before slamming it forward again.
She let out a sickening gag, he half hoped she hadn't eaten recently because then he risked the chance of her aspirating on her own vomit while he did this. He'd still do it, of course, but it would cut his night of fun very short. He pulled her back again, then forward, back then forward. She was losing air and her struggles were weakening. Her eyes starting to roll back in her head. Each gag was getting weaker and weaker, the fight and energy draining out of her slowly. His pleasure only multiplying, knowing what he was doing to her, knowing he could very well suffocate her like this and she was helpless to stop it.
Yet someone like Freddie Lounds deserved more. He told her he was going to break her before he ended her and that was exactly what he intended to do. After a few more brutal shoves of her head back and fourth he pulled her off of him completely. He was still completely erect but that wouldn't go to waste. He was very good at controlling himself. She was in for a treat.
When her body realized it could now draw in air, she let out a strangled gasp. Things came back into focus and the world she had tried to escape to in her head drained away. Where she was had become him once again and she started to cough and hack violently. Saliva dripping down her chin, along with a bit more blood from her nose.
All she could taste was the copper of the blood and so she spit it out, right on his shoes, that would turn out to be a mistake but for the moment all she wanted was to not taste that warm, liquid iron.
"Did you just spit on me?" He asked her, though his voice still sounded like it was kind of underwater. Things were starting to come back to her the more air she got into her lungs, but not fast enough.
"Wha--" Was all she managed to get out before she was struck in the face again. This time it was with a closed fist and she actually felt the bone in her right cheek give way as she was knocked down to the floor. She started to sob, there was no energy in her now to even try to get up but her brain wasn't letting her shut down. There had to be a way out of this, had to be, there was always a way out of everything.
"You spat your disgusting blood on my shoe." He told her. She pushed herself back a bit, sliding on the cold floor. She most she could elevate her self was just about a foot, event hen her arms were very shaky. She blinked a few times, to clear the tears from her eyes and spat again. "Stop that."
"Fuck....you..." She panted. Her words were her last resort right now, and if he was going to do this she was going to let him know exactly how she felt about it.
"Fuck me?" He asked and then bent down, easily picking her up in his hands. They clasped her around her waist, she didn't have enough energy to begin fighting hard enough to get him off of her, "Fuck you, Ms. Lounds." Swiftly he turned and slammed her down onto the metal table. The cold, solid material hit her at such force every bit of air rushed out of her lungs. She felt like she was drowning, and she was more than sure at least one rib had been cracked.
Her mouth opened again, a natural reaction trying to breathe as well as scream at the same time. She panicked a bit but the breathing option won out and she drew in a strong, loud, rasp of air.
Hannibal went to restraining her to the table. Though he was sure she didn't have it in her to go anywhere anyway, it was always better safe than sorry and he didn't need the bitch spitting blood out all over the place. Nasty habit, spitting was, now at least if she spat it wasn't going to really go farther than the table or her own body.
Once there was enough air in her system to allow it, she started to moan out in pain. A broken cheek was not fun and her eye was already starting to swell shut. Her back felt like was was on fire as well as her left side and now she was restrained, naked and spread eagle on a table, completely exposed to the psycho with the still hard cock.
"Please...no...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...Oh God..." She cried, her back arching, the table was too cold she was very uncomfortable. The rest of her body was hot, though, and this combination of hot and cold made her far too uncomfortable. If he wanted her to feel like she was in hell she certainly already felt it, at least she thought she did until he thrust into her cunt showing absolutely no mercy.
The wonderful shriek she let out, filled his ears. Usually he was more appreciative of things with an actual melody, but tonight that sound was music to his ears. He started to thrust violently. His hands grasped her hips tightly, pounding in and out. Tearing into her, letting blood help him on his quest. Warm and thick, an amazing feeling.
He looked down at her and she looked back up. Her eyes glazing over with the intense pain she felt and the horrible realization that she was not going to survive whatever he had planned next. Her vision began to tunnel, part from terror and part from pain. He would not let get get away with that, at least not yet, not until he had gotten his orgasm.
He grabbed her face, purposefully irritating the bone he had broken. This new torture snapped her back into reality and she screamed again. In her attempt to wrench away she only hurt herself more. Involuntary twitches shot through her, causing her muscles to clamp and spasm around his shaft. That's the reaction he had been looking for. He let out an almost triumphant roar as he was driven over the edge into an amazing feeling of release. This would be the first of many over the course of the night. Freddie Lounds had certainly pissed off the worst person she could have, and for the very last time.
Chapter 2: Moonlight Madness
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Paring: Hannibal/Freddie (if you want to call it that)
Chapter Summary: Freddie wakes up, and she had absolutely no idea where she is other than some abandon cabin in the woods. Hannibal isn't done with her, that much is clear, but her hopes of escape dwindle with every passing moment.
Notes: This is what I write, how I am, what I like. I know there are a lot of complaints about this type of fic right now but I really don't care as I know a lot of people like it and there is an audience for this. To warn you right now, it's going to get pretty brutal, so I'd suggest you just leave now if this is something you cannot handle.
The next things she knew, she was freezing cold. She hadn't ever remembered being that cold in her life. She had once been locked out of her house at night as a teen, missed curfew, in the dead of winter. Until that moment she thought the coldest she had ever been was in the car that night trying to curl up into the smallest ball possible to conserve heat.
Even worse, she was soaking wet. Her hair held water like a sponge and it hadn't been dried, it didn't even seem like drying was attempted. She was on the floor in some one roomed cabin. There were stairs leading to a landing or a loft but she couldn't see what was there. As her vision cleared she realized she recognized this place, and secondly she realized she was completely naked.
She scrambled back and pulled into a ball in the corner. Trying to regain warmth and her bearings. Her head was pounding as well as her bottom lip which had been split open when Hannibal had backhanded her. This time she wasn't restrained, but she found herself wishing the shirt was still around her wrists because at least then she could have found a way to pull it back on.
This cabin, was where she had gone to snoop...wasn't it? She didn't know. It looked very familiar but it was also almost pitch black in there. The only light was the window over her right shoulder letting in the glow of the full moon. It was eerie and would have been dead silent if not for the crickets and hooting owls outside. He was there right? He wouldn't have just left her naked in a freezing cabin. She might escape and then where would he be? No, he was too smart for that.
"H-hello?" She called, her teeth chattering heavily enough for her to hear them click every so often. Though her eyes were adjusting to the dark all she could see in there at that point was a bare table. It looked to be metal and there were a few knives laid out on it. Things were pristine in there, clean, like a hospital, and an almost sterile smell of disinfectant hung in the air. She would die here, though she wasn't sure when. Hopefully it would be quickly.
Forgetting how terrified she was, and knowing she didn't have time to wallow in her own pity and fear, she got to her feet. Trying to cover her body as much as she could, though she was mostly sure she was alone, she walked to the table. Of course her next move would to be get out of there but having a weapon was always a good idea and if it was just laid out for the taking, she was going to fucking take it.
Her teeth were still chattering, and it seemed like that was making far too much noise. She wanted it to stop. To combat this she clenched her jaw. The selection of knives ranged from small filleting ones to very large hunting ones. There was a box of sterile needles as well. Sitting near that was a lighter. A chill ran through her and she grabbed one of the larger knives. Just as she was holding it up to inspect it, the front door started to open. Fuck. She quickly hid the knife behind her back, clutching it tightly. Of course he'd realize that a knife was missing, however she was afraid setting it back down would make it far too obvious she had messed with them. Either way he'd be angry but at least in the current scenario she was holding a weapon.
He looked at her and flicked a light switch. A very dim, yellow light came on over head, bathing the room in an even more eerie glow than the moon provided. He still wasn't saying anything to her and there she stood with one arm behind her back, the other covering her chest protectively as she shook in fear and cold.
"Put it down, Ms. Lounds." He said slowly. She looked at him with wide eyes, he wasn't even near the table, how did he know? Though she guessed it was rather obvious with the way she was standing. She opened her mouth to tell him no, but nothing came out, it was like she couldn't produce a single sound. Instead she started to back up towards the wall. "You might decide to make this easier on yourself by accepting what your fate is. I already assured you this would not be pleasant." He started to approach her after removing his nice, warm looking jacket and hanging it on the coat rack by the door.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" She finally managed to screech after what seemed like an eternity of her vocal chords being paralyzed with fear. He didn't at all seem phased by her angry outburst even though she couldn't ever remember sounding more vicious.
"Keep calm, Ms. Lounds. The quicker you submit the easier this will become." He stepped within striking distance of her, or so she thought, and she lashed out at him with the knife in her hand, swinging wildly and rather blindly. Since he was the calm one, this immediately gave him the upper hand and he was easily able to grab her by the wrist. "Drop the knife." He said firmly.
"GO TO HELL!" She screeched and launched a wad of spit at his face. Amazingly enough it actually connected, it was something he hadn't managed to dodge. His upper lip curled into a snarl, she probably shouldn't have done that but what did she have to lose at that point? Besides she got some sort of sick satisfaction out of doing it.
His hand came up and slowly wiped the mass away, however, he still didn't let go of her wrist. Instead he twisted her arm up in an almost impossible position and applied pressure to the tendons in her wrist until it became far to painful to grasp the knife. She screamed out and dropped it, causing it to clatter to the floor. Once the threat was removed he slammed her up against the wall quickly.
"Hell? We are already there, and I am the ruler." He told her. She stared back at him her lower lip trembled for a moment he could see a tear had made it's way down her face and was now resting in the little arch above her severely pointed lips. He smiled demonically and she screamed. It was the most intense, ear shattering scream he had ever heard, well one of them, definitely the most without actually causing her any physical pain.
He backhanded her roughly and took the time to shove her down to her knees in front of him while she was still reeling from the blow to the face. This time her nose was what started to bleed but he liked that. She would be bleeding far more in the near future, why not start it off now? His hand snaked into the still rather soaking wet mop of hair and twisted tightly, yanking her head back so she was forced to look up at him like the pathetic little bitch she was.
In this position she was face to face with his arousal and there was no mistaking it. It was completely obvious in those nice, perfectly creased slacks of his. It was clear what he wanted from her at that point and she had a feeling he was going to get it even if it meant her being scalped as she tried to pull her hair from his manipulative grasp.
"No...God...please no..." She whimpered. Her blue eyes shining with amazing yet surprisingly there was still quite a bit of fight in them and he wasn't sure how much he wanted to get rid of it yet.
"God? There is no God here, Ms. Lounds. No room for forgiveness, no pleas for mercy. As we have established, this is hell. Praying will get you nowhere." He said in a cold tone of voice. She started to scream again. Incoherent sounds that might have been words but he wasn't exactly paying attention as it didn't matter to him. It was a mistake, though, for her mouth to be that wide open when she must have known what was coming but he used the opportunity to shove his cock deep into the back of her throat once it was released from his pants.
On the first thrust he got almost all the way into her mouth. She didn't like it and fought back, though as a man used to doing this he knew that he had a good enough grip on her hair and had her head pinned at enough of an angle that it would be far too uncomfortable for her to bite him. Though he could feel her trying it would be impossible for her to get enough pressure into it to be effective. He wanted a bit of that anyway, a tiny bit of pain only enhanced the pleasure and it reminded him of how much power he had.
Her hands weren't restrained and they started to punch and push at his strong thighs but he held her tight. She was gagging and still trying to scream but now it was severely muffled. A low moan of pleasure escaped his lips and he looked down at her. Since her head was tilted up he could see the wild expression her wide eyes were giving. He was sure she wasn't exactly seeing him at that point they were very out of focus and she was in an extreme panic. However, he didn't care. He twisted his hand a bit more tightly into her hair and pulled her head back before slamming it forward again.
She let out a sickening gag, he half hoped she hadn't eaten recently because then he risked the chance of her aspirating on her own vomit while he did this. He'd still do it, of course, but it would cut his night of fun very short. He pulled her back again, then forward, back then forward. She was losing air and her struggles were weakening. Her eyes starting to roll back in her head. Each gag was getting weaker and weaker, the fight and energy draining out of her slowly. His pleasure only multiplying, knowing what he was doing to her, knowing he could very well suffocate her like this and she was helpless to stop it.
Yet someone like Freddie Lounds deserved more. He told her he was going to break her before he ended her and that was exactly what he intended to do. After a few more brutal shoves of her head back and fourth he pulled her off of him completely. He was still completely erect but that wouldn't go to waste. He was very good at controlling himself. She was in for a treat.
When her body realized it could now draw in air, she let out a strangled gasp. Things came back into focus and the world she had tried to escape to in her head drained away. Where she was had become him once again and she started to cough and hack violently. Saliva dripping down her chin, along with a bit more blood from her nose.
All she could taste was the copper of the blood and so she spit it out, right on his shoes, that would turn out to be a mistake but for the moment all she wanted was to not taste that warm, liquid iron.
"Did you just spit on me?" He asked her, though his voice still sounded like it was kind of underwater. Things were starting to come back to her the more air she got into her lungs, but not fast enough.
"Wha--" Was all she managed to get out before she was struck in the face again. This time it was with a closed fist and she actually felt the bone in her right cheek give way as she was knocked down to the floor. She started to sob, there was no energy in her now to even try to get up but her brain wasn't letting her shut down. There had to be a way out of this, had to be, there was always a way out of everything.
"You spat your disgusting blood on my shoe." He told her. She pushed herself back a bit, sliding on the cold floor. She most she could elevate her self was just about a foot, event hen her arms were very shaky. She blinked a few times, to clear the tears from her eyes and spat again. "Stop that."
"Fuck....you..." She panted. Her words were her last resort right now, and if he was going to do this she was going to let him know exactly how she felt about it.
"Fuck me?" He asked and then bent down, easily picking her up in his hands. They clasped her around her waist, she didn't have enough energy to begin fighting hard enough to get him off of her, "Fuck you, Ms. Lounds." Swiftly he turned and slammed her down onto the metal table. The cold, solid material hit her at such force every bit of air rushed out of her lungs. She felt like she was drowning, and she was more than sure at least one rib had been cracked.
Her mouth opened again, a natural reaction trying to breathe as well as scream at the same time. She panicked a bit but the breathing option won out and she drew in a strong, loud, rasp of air.
Hannibal went to restraining her to the table. Though he was sure she didn't have it in her to go anywhere anyway, it was always better safe than sorry and he didn't need the bitch spitting blood out all over the place. Nasty habit, spitting was, now at least if she spat it wasn't going to really go farther than the table or her own body.
Once there was enough air in her system to allow it, she started to moan out in pain. A broken cheek was not fun and her eye was already starting to swell shut. Her back felt like was was on fire as well as her left side and now she was restrained, naked and spread eagle on a table, completely exposed to the psycho with the still hard cock.
"Please...no...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...Oh God..." She cried, her back arching, the table was too cold she was very uncomfortable. The rest of her body was hot, though, and this combination of hot and cold made her far too uncomfortable. If he wanted her to feel like she was in hell she certainly already felt it, at least she thought she did until he thrust into her cunt showing absolutely no mercy.
The wonderful shriek she let out, filled his ears. Usually he was more appreciative of things with an actual melody, but tonight that sound was music to his ears. He started to thrust violently. His hands grasped her hips tightly, pounding in and out. Tearing into her, letting blood help him on his quest. Warm and thick, an amazing feeling.
He looked down at her and she looked back up. Her eyes glazing over with the intense pain she felt and the horrible realization that she was not going to survive whatever he had planned next. Her vision began to tunnel, part from terror and part from pain. He would not let get get away with that, at least not yet, not until he had gotten his orgasm.
He grabbed her face, purposefully irritating the bone he had broken. This new torture snapped her back into reality and she screamed again. In her attempt to wrench away she only hurt herself more. Involuntary twitches shot through her, causing her muscles to clamp and spasm around his shaft. That's the reaction he had been looking for. He let out an almost triumphant roar as he was driven over the edge into an amazing feeling of release. This would be the first of many over the course of the night. Freddie Lounds had certainly pissed off the worst person she could have, and for the very last time.
