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I sat, resisting the shame of the thought that brought me here, feeling the luxurious leather chair in the office of Hannibal, my psychiatrist. "Tell me, Will, how long have you had those visions?" He asked me, looking at my eyes... as if he was digging inside me to extract my truth. "Since you killed Garrett, Garrett Jacob Hobbs." I said after a long silence. "And now you feel guilty because you did not feel remorse for killing your first prey like other humans." Hannibal pressed harder... he knew where to hold him... the areas that hurt the most. I approached him closer... as if I was going to reveal to him a great secret that the universe had no right to hear: "I... I felt strong!" "And you liked it, Will?" "Hannibal...don't.." My voice was low and dangerous... because I knew what was coming next. "Dear Will...I will never judge you." By: Hannigram_LoveCrim 🫀🦌🌙 Bon appétit🤎🍽🖤
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