Will's eyes lose focus as he listens to Hannibal's voice, enjoying the touch Hannibal applies to each portion of his leg, the brush of Hannibal's fingers just heavy enough that Hannibal can feel his muscle beneath his skin, feel the firmness of the meat. When Hannibal reaches for his buttock, Will bends his knee more deeply, giving Hannibal space to test him there as well, and Will wonders which cut of meat Hannibal would enjoy the most, which would taste the best.
He swallows, blinking the blurriness from his vision so he can meet Hannibal's gaze. "Would you butcher me alive?" Will asks, knowing Hannibal has the skill to do that, to take Will's sections from him without killing him. He remembers Gideon, how he was found in Frederick Chilton's basement, limbless, freshly deceased but full of enough fluids and morphine to have kept him alive until it was no longer necessary.
"Would I get to watch you as you cooked me, as you ate me?" Will continues his queries, his pulse fluttering in his throat, rapid and heavy.
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Date: 2016-03-16 05:26 am (UTC)He swallows, blinking the blurriness from his vision so he can meet Hannibal's gaze. "Would you butcher me alive?" Will asks, knowing Hannibal has the skill to do that, to take Will's sections from him without killing him. He remembers Gideon, how he was found in Frederick Chilton's basement, limbless, freshly deceased but full of enough fluids and morphine to have kept him alive until it was no longer necessary.
"Would I get to watch you as you cooked me, as you ate me?" Will continues his queries, his pulse fluttering in his throat, rapid and heavy.