Bare mattress on a bolted down metal cot, and naked walls with a single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. The light didn’t extend back enough to illuminate the entire cell, but I was able to make out his form on the cot.
“How very Silence of the Lambs.” His voice pierced the silence, startling me. “Is this where I say ‘Hello, Clarice’?”
He moved to a sitting position, his face in profile. Nothing had changed in the months since he’d been confined for the admitted murder of his wife. The man who believed he could play god.
“What can I do for you, detective? I’m afraid I’m not nearly as helpful as Lector, though I admired him greatly when I was younger.”
Admired or modeled himself after?
I swallowed down the bile that rose in my throat at being around him again. Nothing about this man was normal. He could play the fictional doctor, Hannibal the Cannibal.
“You didn’t eat your victims, did you?”
He simply laughed before turning to look at me. I wish he hadn’t. This man had the look of someone plotting the best way to dismember me. He’d take pleasure in bathing in my blood.
“That’s not what you came here to ask, was it, detective?”
I drew in a breath, ignoring his broadening smile
“I do need your help. I believe you were originally sharing a cell-”
“Ah, my former cellmate, the one who liked to violate women. I’d wondered when you’d come ask me about him. Has he killed yet?”
He paused and his eyes scanned over my face. I felt sweat break out on my upper lip. The man could read me too well. He rose and stepped toward the cell bars so we were within touching distance.
“You want my help, but it comes at a price.” His low laugh made me shift back a step. “What will you do for me, detective?”
I was about to make a deal with the devil. I pray it didn’t get me killed.
This is good, Cara, really good. I like referring to the movie to help flesh out his character. I like how you have placed us in the mind of the detective in such a believable way. Looking forward to learning more about her, and of course the answer to your latest ‘cliffhanger’.
The narrator could be anyone, any gender. I thought first person would be the nicer voice to speak in. Thank you for reading
This is quite chilling in terms of the psychological slant and you portrayed the characters really effectively. Hannibal is such a disconcerting character and I love that you have drawn parallels here 🙂
This seems like a follow-up of ‘Playing God’ and I sure hope you continue this story in future posts!
It is a follow up. I was thinking of doing at least one more story
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Love this Cara – very chilling. I’m enjoying its stealthy pace and the parallels with Silence of the Lambs – you’ve fast forwarded the reader into his character.
Definitely not my typical genre. I’m glad it’s enjoyable. Thank you
Lady…I am sold. Hook. Line. Sinker.