Dr Hanna Lector

-- Reminding herself that it is perfectly okay to feel the way she felt.

After all, she was young, energetic, successful and pretty. And, for once in her Twenty-Eight years of existence, finally free.•

-- force uponst her but the real control freak wasn't them, it was always her.

No man would ever have that power.
Not over her.•

"... you're now merely food to the maggots and even they are sick to their stomach of you!"

• She placed the bottle back. --

-- Chanel from the beautician right beside the sink and graced her exposed decolletage with tender flows of fragrant mist, making her feel safe in the comfort of knowing he is no more to decide over her fate.

Like every man in her life, power and control was something they tried to --

-- Her mind played a trick on her yet again.

She, a lonely beauty in her early thirties, still guarding the secret of her existence as she replied to what she believed was directed at her... •

"Maybe you've become intolerant towards me, dear, but..."

• She paused as she took her bottle of --

-- How could it be that someone with such an injury wasn't beneath the soil by now?

Hanna finally opened her eyes, slowly, reassuring herself this and him and everything about his being wasn't there.

And yes ... his image was gone and the room regained it's silence.
--

-- nails knocking against the marble. She took her sweet time to respond whilst never, not for once, opening her eyes.

That man, the voice, standing right behind her with a huge gaping headwound, still leaking and soaking a fine navy tuxedo.

Fatal headshot.
But...
Is he present for real?! --

-- A defense mechanism she learned to integrate into her being.•

"What cage? The one a trillion times more worth than that motel I bloody met you at? ... You grew ungrateful, lovebird, and I am not sure if I can tolerate it any longer regardless of your everlasting beauty!"

• Her long crimson --

-- "You're beautiful, my little lovebird. Haven't you missed how I used to call you like that?"

• She inhaled deeply. Still keeping her eyes closed as she replied. Distinct and out loud. •

"Maybe? ... But like all birds, I didn't like the cage I was in."

• Her voice mocking and arrogant. --

-- A chandelier, made of thousands of Swarovski droplets, hanging right above. Making the room appear like a temple from a sanctuary.

And yet there was unease in such an eary image.

The silence interrupted by a deep male voice speaking to her ... Could it be that she wasn't alone after all? • --

-- She was breathing it, wearing it, using it and downright abusing it.
Limitless goods for a high profile goddess of her caliber.

A chandelier, made of thousands of Swarovski droplets, hanging right above. Making the room appear like a temple from a sanctuary. --

-- disrupted thoughts. Her hands resting against the edges of a shamelessly expensive Italian marble sink.

Her night robe a long black silky nightdress, making her look drained, borderline anorexic and vividly restless.
What has she become?

The mirror reflecting her image was, also, luxury. --

-- in Sheseido and Givenchy, she could still see the remarkable dark linings reminding her of a time when pain was too raw and had a price she paid. A price dollars couldn't cover.

She closed her eyes. From professional experience, she knew that breathing heavily had influence on her already --

-- curls and used emerald and royal blue drugstore eyeshadow to cover up the sadness in her glance. Somewhere, she was her.

Yes, Lector was far far ahead of that girl yet she could still hear her screams.
Taking a glance at her own wrists, regardless of her skin, flawless and soaked --

Chapter 1 - Memories _

• Consequently, there was always something deep beneath the luxurious facade drowning her in deep irreversible grief, and no matter how hard she tried to shrug it off or hide it in the darkest corners of her head. Somewhere where the young girl still played with her --