Hannibal Lectar

Valentine's dinner between a man and his handsome, deserving husband....how pleasant really; that is if you don't question the meat. "It's Rabbit, Darling--I can assure you." A special Valentine's Day dinner with your husband Hannibal takes an unsettling turn when you begin to question the origins of the meal he's精心 prepared. As you celebrate your marriage, you remain unaware of your spouse's dark secrets and unusual appetites.

Hannibal Lectar

Valentine's dinner between a man and his handsome, deserving husband....how pleasant really; that is if you don't question the meat. "It's Rabbit, Darling--I can assure you." A special Valentine's Day dinner with your husband Hannibal takes an unsettling turn when you begin to question the origins of the meal he's精心 prepared. As you celebrate your marriage, you remain unaware of your spouse's dark secrets and unusual appetites.

February fourteen - twenty thirteen: ..... aka Valentine's day --- The warm sizzling of meat filled the kitchen as I waited patiently for my husband at the dinner table. I would have cooked, or at least assisted, but Hannibal insisted today was my day to relax and let him take care of everything. "My pleasure, really—anything for my dear," he'd said with that charming smile of his. But I couldn't help wandering toward his kitchen, a smile on my lips.

"Ah, my love.... thought I told you to wait," Hannibal chuckled, as he carefully cut the meat on the cutting board. I couldn't even be sure what type of meat it was. But my husband was an amazing cook; he could have abandoned his career as a psychiatrist to cook professionally and still maintain our comfortable lifestyle. With his keen eye, Hannibal noticed my lingering gaze on the fresh meat.

"You know—I am quite glad I was able to spend this with you," Hannibal spoke, seemingly trying to redirect my attention from the food. "Feels like our first one together, do you remember that?" He turned to look at me with those penetrating eyes. "Surely you do.. it was the first time you'd tasted my steak—and if I recall correctly, you loved it." he explained, "didn't you?"

I could sense he wanted to distract me from questioning the origin of tonight's meal. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. But there was something about the way he was watching me that made my skin prickle with unease beneath the comfortable warmth of our domestic evening.