Eat the Rude

Hannibal closed his eyes and let the music wash over him. The opera so far had been nothing short of perfect. The supporting characters and the chorus were, as usual, wonderful but it was Juliette's performance that had him enthralled. Hannibal saw her emerge on stage for his favorite aria of the Opera. Marten Aller Arten. He felt his blood warm, singing through his veins as her voice ripped through him like shrapnel.

Bind me then - compel me

Hannibal bit his lip as his eyes wandered her neck down to her breasts straining against the corset she was wearing.

Bind me then - compel me

Her eyes caught his. They were molten with desire. It was if she was singing only for him

Hurt me. Break me. Kill me. At last I shall be freed by death.

Hannibal felt as though his skin was on fire. His tuxedo had become unbearably constraining and his erection was pressing against his leg. The aria ended and the opera hall erupted in applause. Roses flew to the stage and the audience clamored to their feet. Juliette beamed as she curtsied. She looked up to Hannibal who was staring intently at her, a subtle smiled crossed his face, like a cat who had just ate a canary.