As the rain fell steadily outside, Clarice and Dr. Lecter played games in their bedroom. He was unenthused with her current selection.
"You're cheating, you naughty girl."
"Am not. It's a secret passageway."
He raised an elegant eyebrow.
*Wanna check the rule book?"
"Clarice, must I remind you that I have no interest whatever in other people's rules?"
"You're just mad because you're not winning."
"Nonsense. It's a tedious game and, thankfully, it's over."
"Not so fast, Hannibal. It's not official until I make 'The Accusation'."
Lecter groaned. He, especially, hated this part.
"Go on. I'll never have any peace if you don't."
"Mrs. Peacock...in the library...with the knife."
"At last. Now it's my turn." Lecter growled impatiently and swept the game board off their bed as he lunged for her.
"My favorite," she giggled as he pulled her to him. "The cannibal...in the bedroom...with the former special agent."
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