![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thenaughtymissloundsTitle: Silencing Lounds
Chapter Title: Game Over
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Paring: Freddie/Hannibal (If you want to call it that)
Chapter Summary: Freddie Lounds meets her demise in this chapter after Lecter decides to make her his breakfast.
Notes: This part of the story is over but kind of an introduction into where I want to take it next. I will be putting up the sequel shortly. I doubt anyone will be interested. Thanks for sticking it through this long and I hope to gain at least a few watchers on the continuation to this but I'm sure most of you just checked it out to watch Freddie violently destroyed. The continuation to this fic is called Paradigm.
Hannibal collected Freddie from upstairs rather quickly after he was sure that Leila woman wouldn't return. He wasn't happy with her attempt to call attention to herself by banging her foot on the wood floor above their heads. He was lucky that the woman had been in a hurry or else she might have stopped to ask more questions about why birds would sound like they were on the second floor and not the roof. She seemed intelligent though he couldn't yet say what level yet.
"That was a naughty thing for you to do, Ms. Lounds." He yanked the gag from her mouth, "Did you think it would work? Even though I would warn you she would die too?"
"Fuck you." She said and spat at him. He immediately backhanded her, being sure to get her other cheek this time in order not to irritate the break in her face. It was very close to the end, and he was starving. He was going to end this now so that he could have a rather amazing breakfast before cleaning up all traces of the problem and heading back as if nothing had happened. The world would be a much better place without someone like Freddie Lounds.
"You have been a problem for far too long...now you will do something useful with your pathetic life." He told her. She had started to cry again, a very irritating and grating sound. He would have fun watching her die. He lifted her over her shoulder again, like she was practically nothing and headed down the stairs. Once he cut her tongue out, as that was really the only thing he even wanted from her, he would watch her bleed out slowly, listening to her screams, unable to communicate but knowing she was going to die. He imagined that must be a very horrifying way to go, feeling your life force slowly ebb out of you, knowing there was nothing to be done about it.
Once again she was slammed down onto the table, after he removed the cloth from it that he had used to conceal how rather cold and uncaring it looked before Leila had entered. The air rushed out of her, cutting off another scream and made it easier to tie her down as she struggled to recover. He was sure a few more ribs had cracked on that one, he was wondering how she was even getting the air to let out screams like that. The human body was resilient, however, and she must have known it was close to the end. That would signal every bit of energy in her to go into fight or flight.
"Don't..." She wheezed, "What is it you want from me? Please...just...name it. I'll print a retraction...or even a bold faced lie. Don't kill me..." She started to sob pathetically at that point going from Freddie Lounds the cutthroat bitch to the spineless lump of shit she tried so desperately to hide from the entire world. He felt absolutely nothing for her. Why should he? He was far too hungry and her tongue would taste far too good. Ignoring her pleas he went and grabbed a scalpel. In order to kill her as slowly as he wanted he was going to have to be sure to cauterize the base of her tongue once he was done. His plan was to puncture her jugular and just watch the blood ooze out while he cooked his breakfast. He wanted to hear the sounds of her dying, it would make all of this worth it.
"You are already dead, Ms. Lounds and the world will rejoice for the loss." He informed her. He headed to the stove and turned it on, heating up a large butcher knife. It would have to do as something to cauterize the muscle. It was large and flat enough that it could be done quickly. He wouldn't need to seal it fully just enough that it wouldn't be the main source of blood flow that would kill her. He let the knife heat, turning it to make sure that it was done evenly. He set it back down and went to the table, grabbing her jaw forcefully like the way one would to get a dog's open to force feed it a pill.
She really fought then, trying to bite as well, it had been tempting to just slice the tongue off with the heated knife and get all of it over with, cauterizing the wound all in one step but he didn't want to ruin the meat. In the position he had her mouth pried open it really wasn't hard to make the initial slice into the thick muscle. Blood immediately started to pool and run into the back of her throat. He didn't want her to choke but the first cut had been deep and precise. It had also been painful and stunned her already over taxed body for the moment. Long enough for him to separate quite a bit of the organ from her mouth quickly and then separating it completely. When her mouth shut she immediately swallowed what blood remained in there and then started to scream though the first burst of the scream was so loud it damaged her throat.
The hot, deep red liquid pooled around her neck and under her fiery red hair. It was amazingly beautiful in an oddly morbid sort of way. Now her voice sounded rather weak and eerie. She couldn't get the same power or sound behind her screams of horror which just made it more melodic. She was weak now, far more weak making it easier to cauterize the mass of flesh he had left in her mouth. He picked up the scalpel again, she started to gag a bit. Blood was an emetic and she had probably swallowed enough to cause her to vomit. He just turned her head to the side as she made a rather sickening sound and the blood mixed with bile was pushed back out of her. The floor was hard wood, easy to clean, he'd done it plenty of times, he was far from worried about that now. He made a very small but deep cut into her jugular, it would take a bit for her to lose enough blood now to die.
When he was done with that he looked down into her eyes, "This is the end." He told her and then left her line of vision. She coughed weakly, he couldn't tell if that was an attempt at a response or a plea, and he didn't care. He had breakfast to make.
Freddie lie there, weak, scared, cold. Things kept fading to black and coming back. He hadn't given her a stimulant this time she wasn't sure why, only because he seemed to like her to be very aware of her suffering. All she could taste was blood and bile coating her mouth. She could smell the burn wound as well, a nasty, metallic smell that just turned her stomach even further.
Was she actually dying? Was this what it felt like? The pain in her mouth currently made her unable to realize what he had done to her neck, other than she could feel something was wrong. Every so often she felt a new warm surge of blood leave her. The damage he had done there was small though, incredibly slow. She didn't know much about the human body but, how long did she have here? A weak groan escaped her lips and she turned her head as she started to smell something else.
Her brain was rattled, she wasn't even sure how much of what she was seeing was real, or hearing for that matter. Classical music, Hannibal cooking something, the scent of meat, spices...was this happening? Really? She was dying? It didn't seem right. It was supposed to happen differently, at least she always thought it would. Either really fast or surrounded by people she loved. Right now it was painful, far too painful, and slow. Surreal even, listening to the rather peaceful music as she watched some horrible psychopath cook her tongue. She let out a sound that was very alien to her ears, it wasn't her voice.
This was wrong, unjustified. Yeah she had lived her life as basically the scum of the earth but he had no right to take that life from her. She didn't want to die, that was one thing she was sure of. Her vision blurred considerably but then she realized it was just tears and when she blinked her vision was back but things around her were getting dim, despite the bright sunlight pouring through the windows in the near by kitchen.
Wasn't death supposed to, not be this way? Not so horrific? It was already horrific but...this wasn't...right. She was Freddie Lounds not some piece of meat who should die on the table of some psychopath who fully intended on consuming her. She let out an odd cry of horror and sadness as her eye lids fluttered a bit. She was close now. This caught his attention and he turned to look in her direction with that overly smug smile of his.
He was holding a plate of prepared food, no doubt her own tongue, and in her delirious state she actually thought it smelled delicious, maybe because she hadn't eaten in what felt like forever. He took a step forward, a bite of food on his fork. He placed it in his mouth and started to chew slowly, staring down into her eyes as the light in them flickered and ended, she let out a long death rattle as she expired, her tortured body going slack against the cold table where she was restrained. Now she would become someone else's problem. Though, he had an idea of how to quickly get Leila out of his path now. Freddie could be used as some very interesting bait. The last thing he needed was another psychiatrist to deal with. He sat down at the table with a smile, keeping her body there for a moment while he enjoyed his breakfast.
Chapter Title: Game Over
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Paring: Freddie/Hannibal (If you want to call it that)
Chapter Summary: Freddie Lounds meets her demise in this chapter after Lecter decides to make her his breakfast.
Notes: This part of the story is over but kind of an introduction into where I want to take it next. I will be putting up the sequel shortly. I doubt anyone will be interested. Thanks for sticking it through this long and I hope to gain at least a few watchers on the continuation to this but I'm sure most of you just checked it out to watch Freddie violently destroyed. The continuation to this fic is called Paradigm.
Hannibal collected Freddie from upstairs rather quickly after he was sure that Leila woman wouldn't return. He wasn't happy with her attempt to call attention to herself by banging her foot on the wood floor above their heads. He was lucky that the woman had been in a hurry or else she might have stopped to ask more questions about why birds would sound like they were on the second floor and not the roof. She seemed intelligent though he couldn't yet say what level yet.
"That was a naughty thing for you to do, Ms. Lounds." He yanked the gag from her mouth, "Did you think it would work? Even though I would warn you she would die too?"
"Fuck you." She said and spat at him. He immediately backhanded her, being sure to get her other cheek this time in order not to irritate the break in her face. It was very close to the end, and he was starving. He was going to end this now so that he could have a rather amazing breakfast before cleaning up all traces of the problem and heading back as if nothing had happened. The world would be a much better place without someone like Freddie Lounds.
"You have been a problem for far too long...now you will do something useful with your pathetic life." He told her. She had started to cry again, a very irritating and grating sound. He would have fun watching her die. He lifted her over her shoulder again, like she was practically nothing and headed down the stairs. Once he cut her tongue out, as that was really the only thing he even wanted from her, he would watch her bleed out slowly, listening to her screams, unable to communicate but knowing she was going to die. He imagined that must be a very horrifying way to go, feeling your life force slowly ebb out of you, knowing there was nothing to be done about it.
Once again she was slammed down onto the table, after he removed the cloth from it that he had used to conceal how rather cold and uncaring it looked before Leila had entered. The air rushed out of her, cutting off another scream and made it easier to tie her down as she struggled to recover. He was sure a few more ribs had cracked on that one, he was wondering how she was even getting the air to let out screams like that. The human body was resilient, however, and she must have known it was close to the end. That would signal every bit of energy in her to go into fight or flight.
"Don't..." She wheezed, "What is it you want from me? Please...just...name it. I'll print a retraction...or even a bold faced lie. Don't kill me..." She started to sob pathetically at that point going from Freddie Lounds the cutthroat bitch to the spineless lump of shit she tried so desperately to hide from the entire world. He felt absolutely nothing for her. Why should he? He was far too hungry and her tongue would taste far too good. Ignoring her pleas he went and grabbed a scalpel. In order to kill her as slowly as he wanted he was going to have to be sure to cauterize the base of her tongue once he was done. His plan was to puncture her jugular and just watch the blood ooze out while he cooked his breakfast. He wanted to hear the sounds of her dying, it would make all of this worth it.
"You are already dead, Ms. Lounds and the world will rejoice for the loss." He informed her. He headed to the stove and turned it on, heating up a large butcher knife. It would have to do as something to cauterize the muscle. It was large and flat enough that it could be done quickly. He wouldn't need to seal it fully just enough that it wouldn't be the main source of blood flow that would kill her. He let the knife heat, turning it to make sure that it was done evenly. He set it back down and went to the table, grabbing her jaw forcefully like the way one would to get a dog's open to force feed it a pill.
She really fought then, trying to bite as well, it had been tempting to just slice the tongue off with the heated knife and get all of it over with, cauterizing the wound all in one step but he didn't want to ruin the meat. In the position he had her mouth pried open it really wasn't hard to make the initial slice into the thick muscle. Blood immediately started to pool and run into the back of her throat. He didn't want her to choke but the first cut had been deep and precise. It had also been painful and stunned her already over taxed body for the moment. Long enough for him to separate quite a bit of the organ from her mouth quickly and then separating it completely. When her mouth shut she immediately swallowed what blood remained in there and then started to scream though the first burst of the scream was so loud it damaged her throat.
The hot, deep red liquid pooled around her neck and under her fiery red hair. It was amazingly beautiful in an oddly morbid sort of way. Now her voice sounded rather weak and eerie. She couldn't get the same power or sound behind her screams of horror which just made it more melodic. She was weak now, far more weak making it easier to cauterize the mass of flesh he had left in her mouth. He picked up the scalpel again, she started to gag a bit. Blood was an emetic and she had probably swallowed enough to cause her to vomit. He just turned her head to the side as she made a rather sickening sound and the blood mixed with bile was pushed back out of her. The floor was hard wood, easy to clean, he'd done it plenty of times, he was far from worried about that now. He made a very small but deep cut into her jugular, it would take a bit for her to lose enough blood now to die.
When he was done with that he looked down into her eyes, "This is the end." He told her and then left her line of vision. She coughed weakly, he couldn't tell if that was an attempt at a response or a plea, and he didn't care. He had breakfast to make.
Freddie lie there, weak, scared, cold. Things kept fading to black and coming back. He hadn't given her a stimulant this time she wasn't sure why, only because he seemed to like her to be very aware of her suffering. All she could taste was blood and bile coating her mouth. She could smell the burn wound as well, a nasty, metallic smell that just turned her stomach even further.
Was she actually dying? Was this what it felt like? The pain in her mouth currently made her unable to realize what he had done to her neck, other than she could feel something was wrong. Every so often she felt a new warm surge of blood leave her. The damage he had done there was small though, incredibly slow. She didn't know much about the human body but, how long did she have here? A weak groan escaped her lips and she turned her head as she started to smell something else.
Her brain was rattled, she wasn't even sure how much of what she was seeing was real, or hearing for that matter. Classical music, Hannibal cooking something, the scent of meat, spices...was this happening? Really? She was dying? It didn't seem right. It was supposed to happen differently, at least she always thought it would. Either really fast or surrounded by people she loved. Right now it was painful, far too painful, and slow. Surreal even, listening to the rather peaceful music as she watched some horrible psychopath cook her tongue. She let out a sound that was very alien to her ears, it wasn't her voice.
This was wrong, unjustified. Yeah she had lived her life as basically the scum of the earth but he had no right to take that life from her. She didn't want to die, that was one thing she was sure of. Her vision blurred considerably but then she realized it was just tears and when she blinked her vision was back but things around her were getting dim, despite the bright sunlight pouring through the windows in the near by kitchen.
Wasn't death supposed to, not be this way? Not so horrific? It was already horrific but...this wasn't...right. She was Freddie Lounds not some piece of meat who should die on the table of some psychopath who fully intended on consuming her. She let out an odd cry of horror and sadness as her eye lids fluttered a bit. She was close now. This caught his attention and he turned to look in her direction with that overly smug smile of his.
He was holding a plate of prepared food, no doubt her own tongue, and in her delirious state she actually thought it smelled delicious, maybe because she hadn't eaten in what felt like forever. He took a step forward, a bite of food on his fork. He placed it in his mouth and started to chew slowly, staring down into her eyes as the light in them flickered and ended, she let out a long death rattle as she expired, her tortured body going slack against the cold table where she was restrained. Now she would become someone else's problem. Though, he had an idea of how to quickly get Leila out of his path now. Freddie could be used as some very interesting bait. The last thing he needed was another psychiatrist to deal with. He sat down at the table with a smile, keeping her body there for a moment while he enjoyed his breakfast.
