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click. the gun goes off; will’s sure of it. his thumb, pressed against the trigger, can prove that. but hannibal’s able, strong hands are tightly jammed against the weapon, and he knows hannibal had done the impossible: he’d stopped the gun from firing.
that same hand takes the gun away from his sweaty grip.
‘william,’ hannibal coos, reaching up to grasp at the side of will’s neck after he’d disposed of the gun with ease, ‘—we had both come to the agreement that i would do the honors of this kill. i warned you, ahead of time, of your punishment, if you failed to comply with my commands and pull the trigger.’
will doesn’t meet his eyes. he can’t.
‘now. i will clean up this mess; and you, dear william, will head straight for home. take a long, hot shower.’ a pause. then:
‘—take your time and acquaintance yourself very well with the pillows. after all, you will be biting them soon enough. i’ve always enjoyed the simplicity of taking you raw.’
and that was that.
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Pages from Punisher Max #2. Art by Connor Willumsen