Hannibal temporarily removed the handcuffs, keeping the foot chains bound and wearing a prison uniform. He took out a disposable glove from his waistband, put it on, and gently caressed the severed prison crack, putting the finger stained with black water into his mouth.
It was like tasting some high-quality honey, leaving one wanting more.
"Sss~ Such intense, unmerged, and unreshaped original malice... Could it really reach this extent just from the evil spawned within a person?
Even if there exists a parasite lowering the quality of the material, perhaps it can be accepted.
Unexpectedly, even reaching this level, it can still bring me surprises; it seems my vision was too narrow. You are not just fish on the chopping board, but something of higher rank.
Let me see what you really intend to do, and just how much surprise you can bring me."
Hannibal stepped out of the asylum, breathed the long-missed air, his skin writhing all over.
