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As Rody blinked, opening his eyes, he found himself all tied up, the ropes hugging his body tight, helpless to the situation ahead of him. He shivered feeling the cold floor and air against his skin as Vincent looked at him, his gaze dangerous and cold, nothing like he had ever seen before. The piercing gaze over him, and the bloody knife in his hand, raised fear inside Rody as the other walked towards him at an almost painfully slow pace.
“ G-get away from me- Don't come any closer!!-” The redhead stuttered, as he struggled to move away “Stop-
Stop”
Vincent smirked slightly as he gently touched the knife, circling Rody as he walked nearer.
“Come on, you don’t have to do any of that you can stop. You’re ending in the same place no matter what you do…”
The redhead tried to undo the restraints to no avail as he panicked, sweating and hyperventilating as seconds passed by. A turmoil of thoughts in his mind spiraled with the few possibilities, but none of them seemed to be of any use as panic took over him. His body started shaking and he felt his eyes get watery.
He glanced over at Vincent who stood silent before him as if thinking what to do next. His maniatic little smirk growing a bit wider.
“Actually… you know what?” he said with a bit of delight in his voice “Heh- maybe if you’re fast enough you’ll get out.. Hell, i’ll even give you a 15 second head start” The dark haired one said as he pointed the bloody knife towards Rody with a wide grin plastered on his face, his voice showing nothing more than amusement. If you heard close enough, you might have even heard a light chuckle in between those devious words.
“R-really?- You’d- You’d do that? For me?- You mean it?” His eyes shimmered with a spark of hope. The redhead sighed in relief believing there might still be a possibility to survive, to escape this horrible place, away from the crazy bastard standing in front of him.
“Mn, of course~ Go on, go.”
He quickly tried to compose himself enough to try to move, struggling with the rough ropes that restrained his body. He heard Vincent mumbling a countdown, and as he saw the exit closer his mind lightened, thinking he might have a chance. He was close to the exit, close, so close, almost there- Or so he thought, until he felt a hand yanking his head back with a painful handful of his hair as Vincent whispered
“Tick tock, you're out of time ~” he said snickering at the pathetic and horrified expression of the tan skinned boy beneath him. Rodys' world sank almost as much as the cold knife twisting deep in his skin just a few seconds after.
Blood gushed out of the wound as the knife went deeper, without touching any vital points, it was just, pure torture. Rody screamed in agony at the feeling of his skin being pierced by the knife trying to push the paler one off him but to no avail, only causing more pain and blood to come out.
The black haired one laughed maniacally as he reached to touch the wound with his finger tips, digging inside of it along with the sharp object penetrating Rody’s skin, getting his hand full of blood. For a moment, Rody turned his head just enough for their eyes to meet. And he was conscious enough to catch a glimpse of what it seemed like… lust, on Vincent's eyes. He felt both scared and confused, but the second their eyes had met was enough to make the chef act on his instincts with no time for Rody to react.
Looking down on Rody, Vincent let his free hand grab the back of the head of the redheaded boy to make it look his way, as he licked the blood of his fingers with a slight smile, twriling his tongue to get every bit of it before it went down to his belt, watching with lustful eyes as Rody’s gaze went straight to the bulge inside the chef’s pants with a confused yet scared face, as if knowing what would happen to him.
“W-wait Vince- You're not- Please no- We can talk this out!-” He pleaded as his eyes started to swell with tears shaking uncontrollably as he felt himself being lifted off the ground. His wound ached with the sudden movement till he was roughly placed on the counter. He felt Vince's hips lunge forward, the bulge pressing harder against him almost as if rutting..
Suddenly, he felt a light chain pressing against his throat pulling him back, as the chef lowered the knife to cut thru the ropes.
“Try doing something and it’ll get worse.” The raven haired warned him as he readjusted the ropes to cuff Rody’s hand to the back.
The waiter cried, fear immobilizing his whole body, afraid. Although Rody didn't do anything, Vince got further in his lustful plan. His hand holding the knife wandered lower through Rody’s abdomen, caressing his way down with the tip of it. Making Rody flinch with the fear of it actually sinking into his skin. He looked up at Vincent but his eyes were focused on his body, roaming down lower. Rody felt as the leaf of the knife glided over his rear, slashing through his clothes to leave Rody's body completely exposed to the chef, who bit his lower lip as he slicked his hair back groaning. Then a slash pierced through his skin, and another, and another, as the redhead cried in pain and the blood dripped from his bare ass. Vincent laughed maniacally.
“With all this blood dripping from your backside it almost seems as if had already taken your virginity…well, in a short time that might become true, funny, isn’t it?” he said, chuckling as he saw the tan skinned boy shiver and plea for him to stop it, that it was pure madness.
Rody shook his head desperately, in an attempt to let Vince know his thoughts, although he had already noticed that his feelings towards the situation were pointless to the black haired one. Rody felt a shiver run down his spine as his eyes flickered to Vince's hand finishing to take off his belt, seeing his pants drop down to his legs. An almost painful bulge was noticeable from afar, which made Rody's eyes go dark in fear. That was probably gonna hurt, oh hell it would, there was no way in hell that would fit.
He tried to struggle out of his position. Despite his attempt to, he didn't make it to move one inch. The chef suddenly grabbed his flesh and pointed it towards Rody's entrance, circling around the rim, teasingly as the contact of the bare skin made Rody's breath hitch.
“Loosen up. It’ll hurt more if you don’t fucking relax your muscles” he said as he gripped onto his buttocks spreding him even further.
Rody cried as he felt cock started to enter him, it hurt, it hurt like hell, he clenched his ass trying to stop it from going further in, he didn’t want this, this wasn’t real was it? it was just a nightmare, like all of those he had before, yeah, his mind was just playing tricks with him, there was no way… Vince would do th-
...
His thought got interrupted as a sharp and hard thrust shook his whole body, it was in, all in in one go. He felt as if he was being broken apart and his mind went blank, feeling dizzy for a second as the sharp pain clouded his mind, he felt he was being used like a doll, it hurt, he knew for sure it’d be bleeding, his sensitive walls felt like they were tearing apart to fit Vincent inside him.
He let out a pained scream, loud enough to be heard outside. Quickly muffled by Vince's rough hand covering his mouth hard. Tears rolled down his cheeks, caused by the intense pain and the helplessness of it all.
“Mf-! Ngh-! Mmph-!” little sounds escaped his mouth unwillingly, hurting deeply as Vincent moved restlessly, slowly increasing his pace, abusing his hole over and over again.
“You like it, don’t you? Your hole is clenching around me, as if you wanna milk me dry, you stupid whore, denying and making it difficult when you're clearly enjoying yourself so much.” He spitted the words harshly as he continued to brutally ram his throbbing cock in and out of Rody's body. The redhead moaned and whimpered at the sensation, everything hurt, and all he could do was whimper at Vince’s restless assault inside him, craving a space for his cock inside him and his mind. Tears stream down his face as he futilely claws at the ropes.
Vincent smirks smugly as he pounds into his ass, grabbing the chain harder and throwing Rody's head back as the hand that was covering Rody’s mouth moved onto the waiter’s hip with a tight grip, dipping his fingertips deeper into his skin. That made Rody's sounds roam free around the room, making Vincent smile with delight as he ate in those sounds he enjoyed so much.
“That's it, scream for me you filthy little slut, that's all you’re good for anyways. Worked so hard just to find your dear girlfriend dead and cooked, poor little Rody~ Your body, all of you, belongs to me now, every delicious inch of your body.” he says snickering as he reaches over for a handful of the dead plate next to them, resting til now unnoticed in the counter, letting go of the chain “Now, since you worked so hard for it, i should at least reward you shouldn’t I?” a wide, crazy smile forms on the chefs face as with the hand he had on his hip he holds open Rody’s mouth.
“Say ah~” Without a warning he lunges his hand to his mouth, shoving the handful of it in his mouth. Rody cries and tries to shake his head not to trying to shut his lips thight. Vincent forced his jaw shut, grabbing it up from his chin tightly. He leans in and watches him close, smiling.
As Rody refuses to swallow, Vincent uses his free hand to pinch his nose, cutting his breathing, forcing him to swallow with a loud gulp, accompanied by the tears rolling down his cheeks as he slams his eyes shut, suffering.
Manon is gone, she's gone, and he has eaten her, she's dead, this horrifying experience is not a nightmare, its reality, Rody’s reality. It feels as real as the cooked human meat going down his throat, now cold. He's getting fucked and forced to eat his ex-girlfriend by a complete psycho. Yet, he could feel his dick about to burst from arousement, it was, sickening, the way his body responded to it.
The chef's eyes darken with primal satisfaction as the freckled boy’s body convulsed in ecstasy and pleasure, his inner walls clenching around him and Rody’s member leaked precum from his slit. The paler one lowered his head and started biting onto his skin, his teeth sinking deeply as he pounded fiercely onto the boy with a punishing rhythm, blood gushing out of every little wound, dirtying the counter. He’ll make sure his new found toy would clean it later.
“Your body betrays you, see how erect it is? it's even leaking” he spreads his ass as he continues “this place, was craving for a man, that's why you and that girl would never work, so fight all you want, in the end, your body speaks the truth and so does your voice.”
“Ah~ah~! n-not there! s-stop! don’t touch it!” he cries as he feels a hand wrapping around his member.
Vince's hand starts stroking his flesh, still thrusting into him, not giving his hole a rest. Rody's mind feels fuzzy as he's overstimulated, feeling pleasure and pain from both sides starts driving him crazy, closer and closer to the edge. A drip of his own saliva runs down the corner of his mouth, not containing nor caring about his image anymore. Vince lets little groans from time to time, he seems to be close too. And so the thrusts increase at the same pace of the strokes on his cock. The chef pounds harder and faster, making the counter creak and the noises of their hips slamming against each other even louder than they were. The freckled boy moans loudly pushing his hips back and clenching hardly as he cums undone onto Vincent's hand.
Vince holds tighter to Rody's hip as he reaches for his climax, spanking his butt as he continues to slam into him deeper and deeper, makin rody’s stomach bulge
“look, look down here” he says pointing at his stomach “look how deep im inside you, how well your taking my cock, i'm going to fill you up till your gushing with my seed and begging for more” he whispers in a hush tone as he snaps his hips hard into the poor redheaded boy cumming inside him.
Rody felt the warmth of his cum inside him, his eyes rolled back in pleasure, biting his lower lip hard to muffle a moan, making it bleed. He felt full, as Vincent pulled out of him, a string of cum mixed with blood connecting his dick to his ass as it leaked out, Rody breathes heavily from exhaustion as vincent lowers himself and kisses him, drinking in the blood from biting himself, he then licks his own hand with the leftovers of rody’s cum, it tasted divine, way better than fucking lemons or manon, this was the taste he was searching for, ofcourse his little pet would be the one. He smirked and kissed rody, making him taste himself and the blood.
“How beautiful, your body utterly ruined by me, you were made for this, made for me Rody. You’re mine , all mine.” he says smiling, genuine as he caresses his skin, near his wounds “all your fluids just.. taste divine, see? we’re made for eachother Rody, i’ll fuck you and milk you everyday from now, and you’ll take it. every. bit. of it.” he says as he twist his fingers inside his wound, reaching for his knife while he whistles.