Living Deceptions
----- Hey Hey! Ok, this is one of the dodgyest chapters. The next one is going to be strange too. I kinda didn't know where to go from here, so it almost turned into a slight parody of itself. Please try to imagine Clarice's kneeling postion, I actually tried that, the whole leaning over thing? Strange I know. Ok, questions, ideas, comments? Either leave a review or mail me! [email protected] PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!! Ok, on with the story!-----
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Then, she felt his weight sink slightly in the floor. He was stood right next to her. Clarice's breathing became rapid and panicked. What should she do? Make a blot for the door? Stay put or stand up? She decided to stay put. How long would he make her stay here? On the floor, not moving? He was waiting for her to make the first move. She didn't move. She dare not move. Hannibal Lecter was stood behind her, while she was on her hands and knees. Nice.
With being knelt down, then crawling on her hands and knees for so long, her knees were beginning to ache. She could feel that her left knee needed cracking, but she wouldn't move. But the pain in her knees seemed to get worse the more she thought about it, it ran through the part of the knee which was in contact with the floor. She would have to move soon, but, like with a wild animal, she couldn't make any sudden movements.
But her knees were seriously beginning to hurt now.
Slowly, she shifted her weight to her right leg, extremely slowly extending her left leg backwards.
"Don't move Clarice." A soft voice stopped her in her tracks, as a shudder ran down her spine.
"Doctor Lecter, I have to move, my knees are hurting. I just want to turn over and at least lay on my back…."
"Hm… are you going to pull a gun on me Clarice? Just like those good old days when you worked for the FBI?"
"Don't Doctor…"
"Don't what, Clarice?"
"Just let me turn over, please." Hannibal slowly bent down to her level, watching her. He reached out and touched the base of her back with a brand spanking new Harpy.
"Don't try to run, Clarice." It was more of a statement rather than a threat. Clarice couldn't see Hannibal, she was looking down, her neck beginning to ache too. With Hannibal knelt behind her, she would have to turn her head around to see him, making it obvious. Slowly, she began to lean to one side as she managed to get her bum on the floor. Then, suddenly, she spun around, taking the weight off her knees completely, and breathing a sigh of relief when she did. With the speed and agility of a cat, Hannibal was upon her for moving so fast, kneeling over her while she lay on the floor underneath him. He realised that she wasn't trying to escape, but her knees actually hurt as she had said, and she had taken the weight off them. There was an uneasy silence between them, the sexual tension become slightly unbearable…. Until..
CRACK.
------- HE HE. Am I not evil? You all know what it is…… what the CRACK is about….. come on it's in the story!! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!------
Steph
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----- Hey Hey! Ok, this is one of the dodgyest chapters. The next one is going to be strange too. I kinda didn't know where to go from here, so it almost turned into a slight parody of itself. Please try to imagine Clarice's kneeling postion, I actually tried that, the whole leaning over thing? Strange I know. Ok, questions, ideas, comments? Either leave a review or mail me! [email protected] PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!! Ok, on with the story!-----
~.~.~.~
Then, she felt his weight sink slightly in the floor. He was stood right next to her. Clarice's breathing became rapid and panicked. What should she do? Make a blot for the door? Stay put or stand up? She decided to stay put. How long would he make her stay here? On the floor, not moving? He was waiting for her to make the first move. She didn't move. She dare not move. Hannibal Lecter was stood behind her, while she was on her hands and knees. Nice.
With being knelt down, then crawling on her hands and knees for so long, her knees were beginning to ache. She could feel that her left knee needed cracking, but she wouldn't move. But the pain in her knees seemed to get worse the more she thought about it, it ran through the part of the knee which was in contact with the floor. She would have to move soon, but, like with a wild animal, she couldn't make any sudden movements.
But her knees were seriously beginning to hurt now.
Slowly, she shifted her weight to her right leg, extremely slowly extending her left leg backwards.
"Don't move Clarice." A soft voice stopped her in her tracks, as a shudder ran down her spine.
"Doctor Lecter, I have to move, my knees are hurting. I just want to turn over and at least lay on my back…."
"Hm… are you going to pull a gun on me Clarice? Just like those good old days when you worked for the FBI?"
"Don't Doctor…"
"Don't what, Clarice?"
"Just let me turn over, please." Hannibal slowly bent down to her level, watching her. He reached out and touched the base of her back with a brand spanking new Harpy.
"Don't try to run, Clarice." It was more of a statement rather than a threat. Clarice couldn't see Hannibal, she was looking down, her neck beginning to ache too. With Hannibal knelt behind her, she would have to turn her head around to see him, making it obvious. Slowly, she began to lean to one side as she managed to get her bum on the floor. Then, suddenly, she spun around, taking the weight off her knees completely, and breathing a sigh of relief when she did. With the speed and agility of a cat, Hannibal was upon her for moving so fast, kneeling over her while she lay on the floor underneath him. He realised that she wasn't trying to escape, but her knees actually hurt as she had said, and she had taken the weight off them. There was an uneasy silence between them, the sexual tension become slightly unbearable…. Until..
CRACK.
------- HE HE. Am I not evil? You all know what it is…… what the CRACK is about….. come on it's in the story!! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!------
Steph
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