"It's hard to scream when someone is rearranging your lungs." Hannibal shrugs. "He'll be dead soon, but that's alright. I got what I came for, and so did you."
He wraps the ribs in butcher paper with a casual air, as though they weren't torn from a writhing human being seconds before. Then he reaches back into the gaping hole and starts pulling on the lungs again.
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Date: 2013-08-07 06:13 pm (UTC)He wraps the ribs in butcher paper with a casual air, as though they weren't torn from a writhing human being seconds before. Then he reaches back into the gaping hole and starts pulling on the lungs again.