Fic: Silencing Lounds (Chapter Four)
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thenaughtymissloundsTitle: Silencing Lounds
Chapter Four: Uninvited
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Pairing: Freddie/Hannibal (If you want to call it that)
Chapter Summary: When morning breaks, Hannibal prepares for his last day of torture before settling in for his long awaited meal. However things don't go exactly as planned for him and a new problem quickly arises with the arrival of an uninvited guest.
Notes: So I'm going ahead with the plot I had in mind anyway and I'll see the kind of response I get. I spent quite a bit of time brainstorming how to do this, introduce an OC and also start the inclusion of other characters as well. I hope it gets a good response because I really like the idea I have at least. You just never know with people and how they will react to original characters. Anyway, feedback is always nice even if it's negative. As long as it's presented in a mature way. No sex in this chapter just a bit of background information.
Hannibal had actually slept very well, he had left Freddie down there alone on the table to suffer. She screamed a lot that night, she was unable to fall asleep until the drugs wore off but that really only helped lull him into a state of rest that was rather peaceful. In the morning when he woke up, he was getting ready to prepare himself some food. Nothing elaborate, well in his mind, but he would need the energy to finish the job.
She was asleep when he got down there and he quickly checked her vitals. Though she was clearly alive it seemed just barely, her pulse was weak and her breathing shallow. Not that he was surprised because he knew a few of her ribs were broken. He didn't disturb her as he went to preparing what little food he had brought with him. Then there was a knock on the door. He looked up, that wasn't right, no one should even know this cabin was occupied. This place was so out in the middle of nowhere, though, it was possible that his car had attracted unwanted attention even though it wasn't all that close to the cabin.
The knocking hadn't woke Freddie but he couldn't chance that it would and she'd start screaming, or that the person would go away. Luckily where he had placed her even if they were to look in every since window there, they wouldn't see what he had been doing. There was another knock, this one more firm. By the sound of it, it must have only been one person. Most definitely not an ambush or anyone suspecting foul play. The knock was firm but not urgent.
"Hello? Look I know someone is in there I saw a car and it only makes sense it belongs to this house. I need help." A female voice called from outside. No, this problem wasn't going away any time soon. He headed towards the door but didn't open it right away. Freddie didn't even begin to stir.
"Allow me a moment to make myself decent." He told her through the door firmly. He was annoyed but, he was prepared for everything. There were always variables, he knew never to get too smug in his ways because that led to being caught. He moved to the table swiftly. He was already dressed but she need not known that. He jammed a gag into Freddie's mouth before releasing her restraints. Hoisting her over his shoulder he carried her up the stairs.
Of course that was the point when she came too. She started to struggle, but it was a weak and futile attempt at escape. She wasn't aware why she was being moved or even that someone was outside and really didn't even begin to have the energy to start screaming. Already in a state of mind that it was hopeless to scream it just didn't occur to her to do so.
Once they were upstairs, in the loft area. Hannibal set her down and restrained her wrists behind her back, as well as her ankles. He checked her eyes, if she was even seeing him at that point it wasn't clearly. Grabbing a rope he wrapped it tightly around her neck and attached it to the wall, ensuring she wasn't going to go anywhere or be able to make enough noise to draw any attention to herself.
"Make as sound and there will be two lives lost, one innocent. Understand Ms. Lounds?" he asked her seriously. She really had no clue what the hell he meant, all she was thinking of was her own survival so she nodded. She was rather unaware that someone was about to be brought into the cabin, someone who was in the exact right position to help her but completely clueless to the situation, especially if she didn't make noise to gain their attention.
He left her then, hurrying down the stairs and back to the table. After throwing a table cloth over it and quickly concealing the tools of torture he had set out. He calmly adjusted the collar of his shirt and opened the door.
The woman standing there was radiant. Tall, firm body, every indication that she was in very good health. She looked delicious, far more so than the whore he had up in the loft but it would be too risky to get rid of this woman not knowing a thing about her or what ties she had to the community. He wished he hadn't waited so long to do something to sate his appetite.
"What can I help you with?" He asked, opening the door wider. His best bet was to not at all appear like he was hiding anything, "I apologize for the delay but I was not in a position to open the door and offer help just yet." She smiled sweetly, her thick, perfectly painted lips parting in a friendly gesture of understanding.
"It's alright. I am just really lost and my GPS is not getting a signal out here, neither is my phone. I thought I knew the area and I guess well I guess I just overestimated my abilities." She told him, "I wanted to take the scenic route to my new home and guess I got carried away. This place was the first I saw in a while and the car gave away that it was occupied. Do you have a landline in here? Maybe I can call for directions. Supposed to be in the office today for a brief tour before I start. Don't want to make a bad impression by showing up late."
"If it's directions you need, I can gladly provide them. I know the area well." he told her. He didn't have any sort of landline in there, far too risky if someone he brought there was able to get to a phone. She frowned a bit, she was professionally dressed and her long hair pulled back just making her cat like eyes more defined.
"Oh I'm headed to Quantico, FBI agent." She said, "I was transferred, third time in two years, kind of gets annoying but can come with the occupation." She shrugged. She supposed it was more annoying for people with families or who were married. Her parents were dead and she actually didn't mind being relocated it was doing the relocating that got on her nerves. He tilted his head a bit. FBI? What were the chances?
"FBI?" He asked her and then headed more into the cabin, "Come in and feel free to make yourself comfortable. I can write out directions for you." He wondered what exactly she'd be doing there, if he would have a chance of running into her again. With how closely he now worked with the FBI there was a chance. It was now almost imperative that he didn't harm her.
"Thank you." She said and shut the door behind her, "You said that like you have connections. Are you an agent as well? Nice little getaway cabin you got here if that's the case." She laughed a bit and took a seat in one of the more comfortable looking chairs in the corner. The one Hannibal himself had been sitting in the night before to keep an eye on his victim.
"Not an agent, I do some consultation work for them." He told her. It was best not to hide it at this point in case she ran into him there, the last thing he wanted to do was seem suspicious to her.
"Oh. I'm a forensic psychiatrist. I guess one was needed and I was moved there. Due to my background with ritualistic crime I was moved." She said, "What exactly do you do? If you don't mind me asking." What she knew as off now was there were a series of murders and they wanted her on the team to help. They were trying to catch someone and her expertise was in that field. The transfer was going to go into effect anyway far before they actually needed her there. When this stuff started to happen they sped up the the transfer and basically called her in immediately. It was why she was rather frazzled with the move and directions she had been given barely any time to do it. Had things gone as planned she wouldn't have even needed to be in the state for another two months.
"I'm a psychiatrist as well. Clinical." He said. No one had mentioned this to him, though with how busy he had been with Abigail and Will he wasn't all too surprised. Plus this could have been a recent development, something they had decided they needed in the past few days. Besides they really wouldn't have needed to inform him until she had gotten there because at that point he was sure what she would be working on and why she had been called in. "I have a feeling we will be working together." He continued writing the directions. He wanted her out of there and rather quickly at that point. The longer she stayed the better the chance Freddie would do something to draw attention to the fact she was there. There was no longer an option to get rid of her, not a single one to entertain. If they specifically needed her and she failed to show up, there would be too many questions about why.
"Oh?" She asked him and glanced around the place slowly. "Well in that case I'm Leila Dawson." She smiled in his direction.
"Hannibal Lecter." He said and finished up writing the notes on how to get back. He picked up the paper and held it out to her. "Very chance meeting here today, I would say."
"Like wise, what exactly are the odds?" She stood up and headed towards him, taking the paper. "Though you seem like the type I would easily get along with so maybe it's good we had this encounter." She held her hand out to him and he took it, shaking it firmly. He was about to return the sentiment when he heard pounding from above. It sounded very much like Freddie had started to bang on the floor to try to draw attention to herself. He was kind of amazed she had the strength to get the noise that loud. The human will to survive was very strong though, especially in her. Leila looked up quickly, that wasn't right? Was it?
"Birds." he said, "On the roof, large birds of prey are not unusual to this area. They can be rather loud and this place carries sound." He spoked confidently and without flinching. She laughed a bit.
"I'll take your word for it, I'm not an outdoor kind of girl I really wouldn't know about the wildlife in this area. However with as loud as that is, I'd be looking to sell this place if you come here to relax. I wouldn't mention the bird problem to any potential buyers." She smirked. She really had no reason not to believe him at that point especially since she hated being out in the middle of nowhere like this. Driving through it was fine, it was relaxing and peaceful, but she was a city girl at heart and this was not exactly her idea of relaxing.
"They usually aren't bad, not bad enough to sell this place at least." He told her putting a gentle hand on her shoulder to guide her towards the door. She went with him willingly, clearly distracted by her want to get out of there and make sure she arrived to her new job on time.
"Well then, I look forward to seeing you later. Clearly you are a man of good taste judging by the decor. I'm positive we'll get along very well." She told him. She headed out of the door and back to her car. She was rather glad she had run into him like that, it made her feel better about the journey she was about to embark on. Maybe she had already made a friend. He watched her until she got to her car and drove off. It was a very nice car, BMW, it screamed that she had money. When he couldn't hear the engine any more in the distance he slammed the door shut and bolted it. He had a problematic bird to take care of.
Chapter Four: Uninvited
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Pairing: Freddie/Hannibal (If you want to call it that)
Chapter Summary: When morning breaks, Hannibal prepares for his last day of torture before settling in for his long awaited meal. However things don't go exactly as planned for him and a new problem quickly arises with the arrival of an uninvited guest.
Notes: So I'm going ahead with the plot I had in mind anyway and I'll see the kind of response I get. I spent quite a bit of time brainstorming how to do this, introduce an OC and also start the inclusion of other characters as well. I hope it gets a good response because I really like the idea I have at least. You just never know with people and how they will react to original characters. Anyway, feedback is always nice even if it's negative. As long as it's presented in a mature way. No sex in this chapter just a bit of background information.
Hannibal had actually slept very well, he had left Freddie down there alone on the table to suffer. She screamed a lot that night, she was unable to fall asleep until the drugs wore off but that really only helped lull him into a state of rest that was rather peaceful. In the morning when he woke up, he was getting ready to prepare himself some food. Nothing elaborate, well in his mind, but he would need the energy to finish the job.
She was asleep when he got down there and he quickly checked her vitals. Though she was clearly alive it seemed just barely, her pulse was weak and her breathing shallow. Not that he was surprised because he knew a few of her ribs were broken. He didn't disturb her as he went to preparing what little food he had brought with him. Then there was a knock on the door. He looked up, that wasn't right, no one should even know this cabin was occupied. This place was so out in the middle of nowhere, though, it was possible that his car had attracted unwanted attention even though it wasn't all that close to the cabin.
The knocking hadn't woke Freddie but he couldn't chance that it would and she'd start screaming, or that the person would go away. Luckily where he had placed her even if they were to look in every since window there, they wouldn't see what he had been doing. There was another knock, this one more firm. By the sound of it, it must have only been one person. Most definitely not an ambush or anyone suspecting foul play. The knock was firm but not urgent.
"Hello? Look I know someone is in there I saw a car and it only makes sense it belongs to this house. I need help." A female voice called from outside. No, this problem wasn't going away any time soon. He headed towards the door but didn't open it right away. Freddie didn't even begin to stir.
"Allow me a moment to make myself decent." He told her through the door firmly. He was annoyed but, he was prepared for everything. There were always variables, he knew never to get too smug in his ways because that led to being caught. He moved to the table swiftly. He was already dressed but she need not known that. He jammed a gag into Freddie's mouth before releasing her restraints. Hoisting her over his shoulder he carried her up the stairs.
Of course that was the point when she came too. She started to struggle, but it was a weak and futile attempt at escape. She wasn't aware why she was being moved or even that someone was outside and really didn't even begin to have the energy to start screaming. Already in a state of mind that it was hopeless to scream it just didn't occur to her to do so.
Once they were upstairs, in the loft area. Hannibal set her down and restrained her wrists behind her back, as well as her ankles. He checked her eyes, if she was even seeing him at that point it wasn't clearly. Grabbing a rope he wrapped it tightly around her neck and attached it to the wall, ensuring she wasn't going to go anywhere or be able to make enough noise to draw any attention to herself.
"Make as sound and there will be two lives lost, one innocent. Understand Ms. Lounds?" he asked her seriously. She really had no clue what the hell he meant, all she was thinking of was her own survival so she nodded. She was rather unaware that someone was about to be brought into the cabin, someone who was in the exact right position to help her but completely clueless to the situation, especially if she didn't make noise to gain their attention.
He left her then, hurrying down the stairs and back to the table. After throwing a table cloth over it and quickly concealing the tools of torture he had set out. He calmly adjusted the collar of his shirt and opened the door.
The woman standing there was radiant. Tall, firm body, every indication that she was in very good health. She looked delicious, far more so than the whore he had up in the loft but it would be too risky to get rid of this woman not knowing a thing about her or what ties she had to the community. He wished he hadn't waited so long to do something to sate his appetite.
"What can I help you with?" He asked, opening the door wider. His best bet was to not at all appear like he was hiding anything, "I apologize for the delay but I was not in a position to open the door and offer help just yet." She smiled sweetly, her thick, perfectly painted lips parting in a friendly gesture of understanding.
"It's alright. I am just really lost and my GPS is not getting a signal out here, neither is my phone. I thought I knew the area and I guess well I guess I just overestimated my abilities." She told him, "I wanted to take the scenic route to my new home and guess I got carried away. This place was the first I saw in a while and the car gave away that it was occupied. Do you have a landline in here? Maybe I can call for directions. Supposed to be in the office today for a brief tour before I start. Don't want to make a bad impression by showing up late."
"If it's directions you need, I can gladly provide them. I know the area well." he told her. He didn't have any sort of landline in there, far too risky if someone he brought there was able to get to a phone. She frowned a bit, she was professionally dressed and her long hair pulled back just making her cat like eyes more defined.
"Oh I'm headed to Quantico, FBI agent." She said, "I was transferred, third time in two years, kind of gets annoying but can come with the occupation." She shrugged. She supposed it was more annoying for people with families or who were married. Her parents were dead and she actually didn't mind being relocated it was doing the relocating that got on her nerves. He tilted his head a bit. FBI? What were the chances?
"FBI?" He asked her and then headed more into the cabin, "Come in and feel free to make yourself comfortable. I can write out directions for you." He wondered what exactly she'd be doing there, if he would have a chance of running into her again. With how closely he now worked with the FBI there was a chance. It was now almost imperative that he didn't harm her.
"Thank you." She said and shut the door behind her, "You said that like you have connections. Are you an agent as well? Nice little getaway cabin you got here if that's the case." She laughed a bit and took a seat in one of the more comfortable looking chairs in the corner. The one Hannibal himself had been sitting in the night before to keep an eye on his victim.
"Not an agent, I do some consultation work for them." He told her. It was best not to hide it at this point in case she ran into him there, the last thing he wanted to do was seem suspicious to her.
"Oh. I'm a forensic psychiatrist. I guess one was needed and I was moved there. Due to my background with ritualistic crime I was moved." She said, "What exactly do you do? If you don't mind me asking." What she knew as off now was there were a series of murders and they wanted her on the team to help. They were trying to catch someone and her expertise was in that field. The transfer was going to go into effect anyway far before they actually needed her there. When this stuff started to happen they sped up the the transfer and basically called her in immediately. It was why she was rather frazzled with the move and directions she had been given barely any time to do it. Had things gone as planned she wouldn't have even needed to be in the state for another two months.
"I'm a psychiatrist as well. Clinical." He said. No one had mentioned this to him, though with how busy he had been with Abigail and Will he wasn't all too surprised. Plus this could have been a recent development, something they had decided they needed in the past few days. Besides they really wouldn't have needed to inform him until she had gotten there because at that point he was sure what she would be working on and why she had been called in. "I have a feeling we will be working together." He continued writing the directions. He wanted her out of there and rather quickly at that point. The longer she stayed the better the chance Freddie would do something to draw attention to the fact she was there. There was no longer an option to get rid of her, not a single one to entertain. If they specifically needed her and she failed to show up, there would be too many questions about why.
"Oh?" She asked him and glanced around the place slowly. "Well in that case I'm Leila Dawson." She smiled in his direction.
"Hannibal Lecter." He said and finished up writing the notes on how to get back. He picked up the paper and held it out to her. "Very chance meeting here today, I would say."
"Like wise, what exactly are the odds?" She stood up and headed towards him, taking the paper. "Though you seem like the type I would easily get along with so maybe it's good we had this encounter." She held her hand out to him and he took it, shaking it firmly. He was about to return the sentiment when he heard pounding from above. It sounded very much like Freddie had started to bang on the floor to try to draw attention to herself. He was kind of amazed she had the strength to get the noise that loud. The human will to survive was very strong though, especially in her. Leila looked up quickly, that wasn't right? Was it?
"Birds." he said, "On the roof, large birds of prey are not unusual to this area. They can be rather loud and this place carries sound." He spoked confidently and without flinching. She laughed a bit.
"I'll take your word for it, I'm not an outdoor kind of girl I really wouldn't know about the wildlife in this area. However with as loud as that is, I'd be looking to sell this place if you come here to relax. I wouldn't mention the bird problem to any potential buyers." She smirked. She really had no reason not to believe him at that point especially since she hated being out in the middle of nowhere like this. Driving through it was fine, it was relaxing and peaceful, but she was a city girl at heart and this was not exactly her idea of relaxing.
"They usually aren't bad, not bad enough to sell this place at least." He told her putting a gentle hand on her shoulder to guide her towards the door. She went with him willingly, clearly distracted by her want to get out of there and make sure she arrived to her new job on time.
"Well then, I look forward to seeing you later. Clearly you are a man of good taste judging by the decor. I'm positive we'll get along very well." She told him. She headed out of the door and back to her car. She was rather glad she had run into him like that, it made her feel better about the journey she was about to embark on. Maybe she had already made a friend. He watched her until she got to her car and drove off. It was a very nice car, BMW, it screamed that she had money. When he couldn't hear the engine any more in the distance he slammed the door shut and bolted it. He had a problematic bird to take care of.
