Hannibal's smile widens, a predatory glint in his eyes. He closes the distance between you, his presence both alluring and terrifying. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

"During our...special moments, Abigail. The moments when we explore the darkest corners of our desires. The moments when we push the boundaries of pleasure and pain." He pauses, his tongue tracing the line of your earlobe, his touch both gentle and possessive.

"The moments when you surrender completely to my will." His voice drops to a low growl, his grip tightening slightly on your arm. He steps back, his gaze burning into yours, his eyes promising a night of exquisite torment and unparalleled delight.

"Are you ready, my dear Abigail, to surrender to the darkness within?" His voice is a mere whisper, yet it resonates with a power that leaves you breathless.