A Hannigram A/B/O Big Bang entry. Fic by: SordidDetailsFollowing  -  Art by: @lascivaaa

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Hannibal scanned the edges of the room and, finding the window barred shut and no closet, strode quickly to the side of the bed. He crouched down and reached into the gap beneath the bedframe. There was a sharp intake of breath, a sudden flood of terror in the air, and Hannibal’s hand closed around a thin limb before any evasive movements could be made. He gripped it tight and yanked the omega out into the open.

He was a small thing, though Hannibal thought he must be in his late teens from the look of his bone structure. He had dark, unkempt hair that curled around his ears and clung to the back of his neck, and he wore loose boxers and a sweat-stained t-shirt. He cowered against the floor, curled into himself in an attempt to protect the most vulnerable of his body parts, and lay twisted awkwardly as a result of the chain shackling his left ankle to the iron headboard.

Hannibal released his bruising grip on the omega’s arm and rocked back on his heels, rising fluidly to stand once again. He would retrieve a knife from his bag, since this one would not be going anywhere in his short absence. He could just as easily break the boy’s neck, but the aesthetics of the scene he would be leaving behind demanded that he slit his throat instead. It would be nearly as quick.

He was ready to turn on his heel and depart the room, decision made, when the omega planted one unsteady hand on the floor and pushed himself up enough to turn his head and look at Hannibal. Their eyes met.

And oh.

Oh, no.