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“He kills to quiet his heart; I kill to hear mine sing.
You read, to feel alive — to sip from the safety of fiction what you could never stomach in truth.
Morality, my dear, is merely a matter of presentation. Serve cruelty on fine china, and they will call it justice.
Appetite is never polite, though I do admire your boldness in bringing yours here, uninvited.You open the page as though it were a door, step inside my dining room, rifle through my thoughts, my knives, my recipes. You peer into my mind and call it entertainment. It’s quite rude… but I can’t say I don’t appreciate the attention.
I know what you seek — the flavor of fear without consequence, the intimacy of horror without touch. You wish to stand close enough to feel the heat but not the blade.
That, too, is appetite.
You will taste fear until you mistake it for sweetness.
Each of us consumes something… pain, beauty, knowledge… until we are indistinguishable from what we desire.
Will and I simply dine without shame.
So stay, if you must. Just remember, my dear — guests who overstay their welcome often end up on our menu.”— Hannibal Lecter
Psychological, Dead Dove Do Not EatSeries