[The sick thing is, she moves into his embrace like it's all she's ever wanted. He holds her, and it feels like safety, the same way Hannibal's arms felt like safety - and she knows that, she does, but she is so starved for love that for a moment she lets herself give into it.]
[One second, two, three, four, five, and she tries to break away, away from his hands in her hair, away from his sick-sweetness, rosehips in the dust on the air. She sobs and screams and beats her fists against his shoulders, let me go, let me go, let me go.]
[ Spam ]
[One second, two, three, four, five, and she tries to break away, away from his hands in her hair, away from his sick-sweetness, rosehips in the dust on the air. She sobs and screams and beats her fists against his shoulders, let me go, let me go, let me go.]
I know what I don't want! I don't want you!