Fic: Silencing Lounds
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thenaughtymissloundsTitle: Silencing Lounds
Chapter I: Scared Little Doe
Pairing: Hannilounds (Hannibal/Freddie if you can call it that)
Rating: NC-17
Status: Complete
Word Count: 10,865 (Total)
Tags: Rape, Torture, Snuff, Death, Cannibalism, Vore, Skull Fucking, Face Fucking, Anal Rape, Anal Fingering, Knives, Blood, Vomit (Non-Fetish), Slight Watersports, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Choking, Biting, Violence, Mutilation, Punching, Electrocution, Sadism, Restraints, Suffocation, Blackmail, Coercion, Fear Play, Abuse, Manipulation, Death!fic, Canonical Character Death, AU- Canon Divergence
Summary: Hannibal is very well aware he must rid his life of the meddling Freddie Lounds but while he is taking care of her in the most brutal way possible and unexpected variable known as Leila Dawson arrives on the scene only furthering to make things more interesting for Hannibal and the rest of the agents back at Quantico.
Notes: This is actually the pre-quel to a longer story and current Work In Progress I will post soon called Paradigm. You don't need to read this to understand that one however, this one is pretty brutal and was written before I started to LOVE Freddie.
What was he going to do with her? His eyebrow arched slightly as he studied her. She was nothing to him, human garbage. Though mentally she disgusted him, physically there was some arousal. He couldn't deny that, but he doubted it was less about her looks and more about her size. Yes, that was the case, she was small compared to him, weak. Someone who could easily be over powered and made to do anything he requested, or was forced into. That thought greatly appealed to him on a sexual level. Of course once he milked her body of it's pleasure and it's pain, she'd be disposed of, and that horrible little site of hers would be a non issue.
The conversation was now deleted and she looked self assured, a look he had already come to hate. She thought she was safe, she was wrong. Slowly he rose to his feet and headed towards the door to his office and he locked it swiftly. She heard what he had done, the soft click, she may be a pile of shit but she wasn't stupid. He turned back to her, looking at her expression of trepidation and fear, her head tilted to the side a bit like a curious dog...or a bitch.
"Ms. Lounds," He said slowly, his voice thick and serious. She swallowed rather hard, she had ideas about him and she was about to find out they were far worse than what she was already thinking. She didn't like the way he was looking at her, like a piece of meat or an insect who needed to be crushed. This wasn't good, she was in some seriously trouble. Her eyes darted over the room, trying to figure what the quickest alternative exit was. She came up empty, "I need you to strip."
"What? Don't be ridiculous." She said, getting to her feet. Usually a strong woman she hated how shaky she felt, especially her legs, but that voice was beyond intimidating, "I did what you want, you saw me do it, I'm not going to allow myself to be debased in this fashion. I'm leaving." Her voice was very firm, and rather strong, well, to an innocent bystander. To Hannibal it was an empty threat, and she could tell he wasn't buying an ounce of her defiance. Fuck, she had to do something or she'd be screwed.
"You? Leave? I do not think so." He told her and took a step forward. His gaze was hungry, and he looked ready to pounce. She felt her legs get even more weak and she stumbled back.
"Doctor Lecter, if I scream loud enough..."
"It is late, this building is practically abandoned, no one will hear." He told her. She felt herself wince internally, at least she hoped it was internally, she was too afraid to tell what signs he was reading and what signs he wasn't. "Now, you will do what I say or I can call the authorities. What you did was very illegal, do you want to go to jail, Ms. Lounds?" He asked. She pursed her lips, she didn't want to go to jail but she didn't want to do what he was requesting either.
"Go ahead and call them, I'll just tell them that you were trying to blackmail me." She said, waving her hand dismissively at his phone. "Really? You think I'm scared of you? Huh? Whatever. Fuck you. Like I said, I'm leaving." Summoning all of her courage she took a few very confident steps towards his office door. She didn't feel nearly as confident was she hoped she looked, in fact she was downright terrified. It was a calculated risk, one which she quickly lost. He came at her, grabbing her by her throat and slamming her into the wall instantly. She started to scream but it was cut off in a choke. Her hand desperately clawed at his, she was pinned and the way he was looking at her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she lost control of her bladder. In that moment she knew what this was and there wasn't any stopping it.
"Are you going to listen to me? Or does this have to be far more painful on you than you could ever imagine?" He whispered in a rather vicious growl. She squirmed, her face going crimson over what her own fear had caused her to do, a tear slid down her cheek. Had she been looking she would have noticed him figuring out what had just happened but she couldn't yet bring herself to open her eyes. "Not scared of me, are you, Ms. Lounds?"
"Let...me go." She whispered, "I'll take the site down and I'll leave town. I...you'll never hear a damn thing from me again."
"Oh, I'm already sure I will never hear a damn thing from you again." He replied and got closer to her. He pressed himself against her shaking, terrified body. She could feel his arousal against her through his amazingly stylish slacks. He smelled magnificent, why the hell was she even thinking that. The very thought caused her to open her eyes and look up at him. She should be scared, not thinking about how nice he smelled. He released the grip on her throat just enough that she could speak softly.
"You're...you're going to...to kill me?" She whispered.
"After a little bit of fun, yes." He told her. She let out a sob, it was soft, it sounded so weak and pathetic, especially since she wasn't "that girl" but he must be very sure that she was about to die because he wouldn't have admitted that to her otherwise. He grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and shoved it up, in an amazingly fast maneuver she didn't even see coming he had it up over her head and tied around her wrists exposing her bra covered chest. He slammed her now bound wrists to the wall behind her, above her head and pressed into her again, pinning her back to where she was except this time, far more exposed. She squirmed and looked down, the damp spot on her pants where she had pissed herself was far more obvious than she wanted it to be but she hadn't been able to look down before with the way he had her held.
"Let me go, just let me go...please...anything you want...anything...." She whined.
He smiled crookedly, this was exactly what he wanted from her. Not that he planned to let her go now that she was giving it to him but, this was the true Freddie Lounds. The scared bitch who actually wasn't in control of anything at all. The little girl who had lost control of her bladder the moment he had grabbed her. She was nothing but a dirty, little, whore. Under normal circumstances this would probably be what would actually keep him from touching her. He wasn't into dirty things, especially not dirty little loud mouthed attention whores. However, with what she had done, how she had treated Will, what she had attempted to get away with, this was far more about revenge than actual sex. He was going to destroy her mentally before he took her out physically. In his eyes she was absolutely nothing now, and he'd make sure she knew that before he finished her off.
"I will get anything I want. Believe it." He said, with a quick backhand to the face she was sent to the floor, she had no ability to catch herself from the fall due to how her wrists were bound and she screamed out. A few specks of blood flew from her face as her lip was split open from the blow. He liked that. She landed on her back, her wrists up in front of her, held straight out in a protective gesture as she knew he was coming for her in that moment, that's what she knew not what he actually planned on.
He swiftly headed for his desk and opened the top right drawer. In a compartment, on the underside of the drawer was an extremely sharp hunting knife. It was sheathed there and he removed it. He couldn't do this here though. Too much blood to clean up, too much evidence, but he needed to threaten her and coerce her to get her out back. It was late, they'd be undercover of darkness by now with how long he had kept her. She needed to be moved, he wasn't going to get any more than those few drops of blood spilled in his office. He wouldn't dare taint it like that.
On instinct her head turned to see why he hadn't come after her first. She scrambled to her knees before noticing what he was holding. Her eyes went wide and she started to scream. It had just become far more real to her, seeing that knife. Nearly paralyzed with fear at that point, it was basically impossible to get to her feet but she tried. Scrambling around like a new born deer learning to take it's first steps. He liked that too.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" She yelled, finally finding her footing and making a mad dash for the office door. It was locked and in her terror and with how her hands were bound the shirt was too in the way to get a good grip on the lock to twist it. He came up behind her and grabbed her, pulling her back. She smelled at that point, the low coppery scent of blood, piss, and fear. He leaned in and licked the crook of her neck gently. Later she would taste absolutely delicious.
"Keep screaming, I rather like listening to you panic like this." He said softly in her ear. Of course she did keep it up, and he let her for quite a long moment, only so she'd get a sense of how completely helpless she was. She squirmed against him, causing him quite a bit of pleasure as her small body rubbed against the excited bulge in his pants repeatedly. However, he couldn't risk that someone in the building still remained, and so after another moment he slammed her forehead into the door, quickly knocking her out. "Sleep tight, Ms. Lounds, you will not like what you wake up to." He whispered in her ear.
Chapter I: Scared Little Doe
Pairing: Hannilounds (Hannibal/Freddie if you can call it that)
Rating: NC-17
Status: Complete
Word Count: 10,865 (Total)
Tags: Rape, Torture, Snuff, Death, Cannibalism, Vore, Skull Fucking, Face Fucking, Anal Rape, Anal Fingering, Knives, Blood, Vomit (Non-Fetish), Slight Watersports, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Choking, Biting, Violence, Mutilation, Punching, Electrocution, Sadism, Restraints, Suffocation, Blackmail, Coercion, Fear Play, Abuse, Manipulation, Death!fic, Canonical Character Death, AU- Canon Divergence
Summary: Hannibal is very well aware he must rid his life of the meddling Freddie Lounds but while he is taking care of her in the most brutal way possible and unexpected variable known as Leila Dawson arrives on the scene only furthering to make things more interesting for Hannibal and the rest of the agents back at Quantico.
Notes: This is actually the pre-quel to a longer story and current Work In Progress I will post soon called Paradigm. You don't need to read this to understand that one however, this one is pretty brutal and was written before I started to LOVE Freddie.
What was he going to do with her? His eyebrow arched slightly as he studied her. She was nothing to him, human garbage. Though mentally she disgusted him, physically there was some arousal. He couldn't deny that, but he doubted it was less about her looks and more about her size. Yes, that was the case, she was small compared to him, weak. Someone who could easily be over powered and made to do anything he requested, or was forced into. That thought greatly appealed to him on a sexual level. Of course once he milked her body of it's pleasure and it's pain, she'd be disposed of, and that horrible little site of hers would be a non issue.
The conversation was now deleted and she looked self assured, a look he had already come to hate. She thought she was safe, she was wrong. Slowly he rose to his feet and headed towards the door to his office and he locked it swiftly. She heard what he had done, the soft click, she may be a pile of shit but she wasn't stupid. He turned back to her, looking at her expression of trepidation and fear, her head tilted to the side a bit like a curious dog...or a bitch.
"Ms. Lounds," He said slowly, his voice thick and serious. She swallowed rather hard, she had ideas about him and she was about to find out they were far worse than what she was already thinking. She didn't like the way he was looking at her, like a piece of meat or an insect who needed to be crushed. This wasn't good, she was in some seriously trouble. Her eyes darted over the room, trying to figure what the quickest alternative exit was. She came up empty, "I need you to strip."
"What? Don't be ridiculous." She said, getting to her feet. Usually a strong woman she hated how shaky she felt, especially her legs, but that voice was beyond intimidating, "I did what you want, you saw me do it, I'm not going to allow myself to be debased in this fashion. I'm leaving." Her voice was very firm, and rather strong, well, to an innocent bystander. To Hannibal it was an empty threat, and she could tell he wasn't buying an ounce of her defiance. Fuck, she had to do something or she'd be screwed.
"You? Leave? I do not think so." He told her and took a step forward. His gaze was hungry, and he looked ready to pounce. She felt her legs get even more weak and she stumbled back.
"Doctor Lecter, if I scream loud enough..."
"It is late, this building is practically abandoned, no one will hear." He told her. She felt herself wince internally, at least she hoped it was internally, she was too afraid to tell what signs he was reading and what signs he wasn't. "Now, you will do what I say or I can call the authorities. What you did was very illegal, do you want to go to jail, Ms. Lounds?" He asked. She pursed her lips, she didn't want to go to jail but she didn't want to do what he was requesting either.
"Go ahead and call them, I'll just tell them that you were trying to blackmail me." She said, waving her hand dismissively at his phone. "Really? You think I'm scared of you? Huh? Whatever. Fuck you. Like I said, I'm leaving." Summoning all of her courage she took a few very confident steps towards his office door. She didn't feel nearly as confident was she hoped she looked, in fact she was downright terrified. It was a calculated risk, one which she quickly lost. He came at her, grabbing her by her throat and slamming her into the wall instantly. She started to scream but it was cut off in a choke. Her hand desperately clawed at his, she was pinned and the way he was looking at her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she lost control of her bladder. In that moment she knew what this was and there wasn't any stopping it.
"Are you going to listen to me? Or does this have to be far more painful on you than you could ever imagine?" He whispered in a rather vicious growl. She squirmed, her face going crimson over what her own fear had caused her to do, a tear slid down her cheek. Had she been looking she would have noticed him figuring out what had just happened but she couldn't yet bring herself to open her eyes. "Not scared of me, are you, Ms. Lounds?"
"Let...me go." She whispered, "I'll take the site down and I'll leave town. I...you'll never hear a damn thing from me again."
"Oh, I'm already sure I will never hear a damn thing from you again." He replied and got closer to her. He pressed himself against her shaking, terrified body. She could feel his arousal against her through his amazingly stylish slacks. He smelled magnificent, why the hell was she even thinking that. The very thought caused her to open her eyes and look up at him. She should be scared, not thinking about how nice he smelled. He released the grip on her throat just enough that she could speak softly.
"You're...you're going to...to kill me?" She whispered.
"After a little bit of fun, yes." He told her. She let out a sob, it was soft, it sounded so weak and pathetic, especially since she wasn't "that girl" but he must be very sure that she was about to die because he wouldn't have admitted that to her otherwise. He grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and shoved it up, in an amazingly fast maneuver she didn't even see coming he had it up over her head and tied around her wrists exposing her bra covered chest. He slammed her now bound wrists to the wall behind her, above her head and pressed into her again, pinning her back to where she was except this time, far more exposed. She squirmed and looked down, the damp spot on her pants where she had pissed herself was far more obvious than she wanted it to be but she hadn't been able to look down before with the way he had her held.
"Let me go, just let me go...please...anything you want...anything...." She whined.
He smiled crookedly, this was exactly what he wanted from her. Not that he planned to let her go now that she was giving it to him but, this was the true Freddie Lounds. The scared bitch who actually wasn't in control of anything at all. The little girl who had lost control of her bladder the moment he had grabbed her. She was nothing but a dirty, little, whore. Under normal circumstances this would probably be what would actually keep him from touching her. He wasn't into dirty things, especially not dirty little loud mouthed attention whores. However, with what she had done, how she had treated Will, what she had attempted to get away with, this was far more about revenge than actual sex. He was going to destroy her mentally before he took her out physically. In his eyes she was absolutely nothing now, and he'd make sure she knew that before he finished her off.
"I will get anything I want. Believe it." He said, with a quick backhand to the face she was sent to the floor, she had no ability to catch herself from the fall due to how her wrists were bound and she screamed out. A few specks of blood flew from her face as her lip was split open from the blow. He liked that. She landed on her back, her wrists up in front of her, held straight out in a protective gesture as she knew he was coming for her in that moment, that's what she knew not what he actually planned on.
He swiftly headed for his desk and opened the top right drawer. In a compartment, on the underside of the drawer was an extremely sharp hunting knife. It was sheathed there and he removed it. He couldn't do this here though. Too much blood to clean up, too much evidence, but he needed to threaten her and coerce her to get her out back. It was late, they'd be undercover of darkness by now with how long he had kept her. She needed to be moved, he wasn't going to get any more than those few drops of blood spilled in his office. He wouldn't dare taint it like that.
On instinct her head turned to see why he hadn't come after her first. She scrambled to her knees before noticing what he was holding. Her eyes went wide and she started to scream. It had just become far more real to her, seeing that knife. Nearly paralyzed with fear at that point, it was basically impossible to get to her feet but she tried. Scrambling around like a new born deer learning to take it's first steps. He liked that too.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" She yelled, finally finding her footing and making a mad dash for the office door. It was locked and in her terror and with how her hands were bound the shirt was too in the way to get a good grip on the lock to twist it. He came up behind her and grabbed her, pulling her back. She smelled at that point, the low coppery scent of blood, piss, and fear. He leaned in and licked the crook of her neck gently. Later she would taste absolutely delicious.
"Keep screaming, I rather like listening to you panic like this." He said softly in her ear. Of course she did keep it up, and he let her for quite a long moment, only so she'd get a sense of how completely helpless she was. She squirmed against him, causing him quite a bit of pleasure as her small body rubbed against the excited bulge in his pants repeatedly. However, he couldn't risk that someone in the building still remained, and so after another moment he slammed her forehead into the door, quickly knocking her out. "Sleep tight, Ms. Lounds, you will not like what you wake up to." He whispered in her ear.
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