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He had forty five minutes to spare. He was so close and needless to say she was fucked. Clarice had to suppress a shudder that ran through her, though she did not know if it was from excitement or from fear. Either way she wasn't going to go down without a fight if he happen to run across her little hideaway. A plan began to formulate inside her head. It was her last chance and Clarice hoped it might fool the good doctor long enough for her to make her escape. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed her own home number as silently as she dared. She then settled back as far as the the cupboard would allow her and she waited. A shrill ring then began to penetrate the darkness and she soon heard footsteps retreat back from whence they came.
Giving a huge sigh of relief that filled her body, she waited a few seconds and then started her descent down from the moth eaten boxes that supported her. Clarice had almost completely descended before she noticed that in the damp, cool, quiet cellar; where she could hear everything from footsteps to even a mouse above her that it was utterly silent. She revolved around slowly as she dared; feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand straight, now fearing the worst. Once the full turn was made and her eyes adjusted in the darkness, she let out a quiet gasp as she gazed toward the cracked door. There was a looming shadow and one great maroon eye peered back at her from the crack in the door!
The door to her little hideaway flew open with a resounding crack as it splintered from its hinges. His straight frame blocked her escape and towered over her own petite frame. Covered in shadow, only revealing demonic eyes and a snow white smile, the good Doctor Lecter was the epitome of the most devious Dracula movie in history. Only one thought came to her mind in the haze of her fear.
'Now I know how Mina felt'. It was kind of a dry bit of humor but it fit the bill. Clarice then dropped back into reality when he began to speak to her in a gentle manner.
"Well, well, what do we have here, hmm? You gave me quite a run for my money, little Starling. And that little phone trick you pulled.." He shrugged thoughtfully, "It was an interesting touch but really not your style. Quite pitiful, I don't think even your precious FBI would be impressed by that ham-handed, amateur attempt. Oh well, such as life I suppose. I see that I still have another half an hour if you want a last chance to beg your way out of this..." Lecter grinned and glanced at his watch in thought.
Clarice took this as her last chance of escape. She growled lightly back into her throat and made a running dive at the doctor, catching him by surprise and the force of her attack sent them both careening to the floor. Clarice was on top on him, straddling his hips as she unsuccessfully tried to claw at the epidermis of his face. His hands were tight around her wrists, forcing her back. Doctor Lecter took this opportune time to switch their positions and Clarice soon found herself with her back to the cold concrete floor; arms twisted painfully behind her in the most awkward position. She finally decided to make eye contacted and as she looked upwards towards her captor, her eyes going wide as he gave a calm yet devious smile at her and a lightly glinting needle made its way ever closer to her neck. She began to become frantic, not knowing what to expect and being no pharmaceutical expert, she had no idea was was in that syringe. She struggled hard but he had won and the last thing she remembered before everything went black was Lecter gently stroking her cheek and whispering, "Sweet Dreams Clarice....."