Bob Velseb x Reader "𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓼' 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 "

𝓢 𝓶 𝓪 𝓻 𝓽 𝓒 𝓸 𝓸 𝓴 𝓲 𝓮

A/N: ⚠️TW⚠️: MENTIONS OF: Kidnapping, murder, cannibalism, manipulation, blood, gore, inflicting pain, mature themes, disturbing content, etc.

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"Ya' gonna eat up er what? I made that jus' fer you, lambchop."

The intense stare that accompanies his words instinctually has you on your toes. 

Almost comedically, you look away from his expression, down to the plate in front of you, then back at him again. 

You hesitate momentarily. Before you can allow yourself to fully think twice, you're already reaching your bruised hand toward the fork and knife the man had laid out. You had to admit, this caught you by surprise. Initially judging from the surrounding area of a bare kitchen around you both, you hadn't taken the other as the type to own too much silverware. 

Gripping the utensils in shaky palms, you begin to cut up the meat into more manageable pieces. 

You had to admit, the other knew how to make a meal, at least by the looks of it. The "steak" was coated in a perfect char and seasoned to perfection...The only thing that rubbed you wrong was the texture, which resembled that more of pork rather than the outward steak appearance. This discovery worried you a bit, though, nonetheless... You impale the now severed chunk from the plate, raising it to your lips. 

You don't think, you just open your mouth and start chewing. 

You expect some kind of twist, something dark and twisted... Something along the lines of the meat turning out to actually be raw or an unpleasant, unbelonging flavor in that char. 

Instead, you were met with true cooking. You're not sure where the other picked up this skill from, but you just couldn't help yourself from digging into another bite. 

Whether your enjoyment stimmed from true appreciation of the flavors, or rather the fact you hadn't eaten for a good while now... The man felt a sense of pride. You genuinely seemed to be enjoying yourself, your jaw chewing away at the delicious food and your eyes closed in a look of cherishment. You were savoring the food he had made for you.

Though, he didn't bother telling you what meat product he had incorporated into the dish, he didn't think to as long as you hadn't asked. He didn't want to potentially ruin your current appreciation. He hadn't had anyone react to his cooking that way in a long time. He was just partially overjoyed at the fact he wasn't alone in his particular enjoyment. He had someone to share his hunt with. 

Which reminds him. 

"So, some ground rules."

He's nearly finished with his slab of meat, taking another big chomp of it and ripping the flesh off to consume it in a fashion similar to that of a starving animal. He swallows with a satisfactory sigh before continuing. 

"One... You don't leave, less it's ta' hunt with me er somethin' else I ask of ya'. Two-"

"D-Define hunt? What does that mean?"

He nearly does a spit take on his food, turning his head to face you more with a chuckle. He wonders just how naive you are. 

"Whad'ya think, lambchop? What else could'a killer like me possibly be huntin'?"

"I-I don't know... Deer?"

"Oh, I haven't had somethin' simple as that in ages. Doesn't fill ya' up the same.

...n, well, the hunt idn't as fun either." 

He's right. What else would he be 'hunting' for? You feel stupid, looking back now. Maybe part of you just really didn't want to believe your current circumstance.... Casually chatting about your deal with a cannibalistic murderer whom you've recently teamed up with after being kidnapped, the both of you eating the dinner he made while doing so. 

How did you end up here?

"Two... Ya' don't touch this here." 

You look up after taking another bite from your meal, seeing the other pointing a gloved hand to the disguise upon his face. 

Certainly, he'd like to keep his anonymity. As much as you'd like to protest about your own, you just agree, nodding to the other. He seems to notice this thought cross your mind, however, though he says nothing as of now. 

"Three... You stay outta my room. I set ya' up yer own fer a reason."

Understandable, you nod once more, looking towards the direction of said room down the hall, before looking back at him. 

You take a moment, working up the courage you need before breaking the air with a question. 

"Can I just ask...W-Why me? Really?"

He cocks his head a little, looking at you quizzically, though the smile he almost constantly wears refuses to faulter. 

"Yer the perfect candidate. Yer compliant, ya' don't put up too much of a fight... Yer just useful. Plus, I mean, ya' haven't even tried ta' run the whole time you've been untied. I don't even got my hands on that damn rope." 

You look at the end of the rope, face tinging with a slight shade of red when you realize he's right, he let go of the rope a while ago. 

"See? Yer just made fer this, lil' lamb." 

You ignore this comment, distracting yourself with the food plated before you, as he does the same. 

Eventually, the both of you finish up your meals. The man stands to gather the dishes, moving to the nearby sink soon after. While he's busy, you can't help but notice the T.V. playing ahead in the, albeit dingy, living room. The screen is set on the local news channel, covering something considered 'breaking news', judging by the text you could make out from your distance.  

You squint your eyes in an attempt to narrow your sight, trying to focus on the subtitles. 

'The cannibal serial killer 'Bob Velseb' has escaped from the local police station-'

You freeze for a moment; an image being displayed on the screen. Though, before you have a chance to really make it out, a large, red frame stands in the way of your view. 

"Did you know... The average person produces two pints'a saliva every day?"

"N-No, I did not know that... But- Uh... Did you know that- That the average person also produces about 30 gallons of tears a year-" 

You reply, trying your best to hold whatever type of conversation you could with the other. 

He looks... Almost flustered? More like taken aback. 

"Did you know... That... If ya' eat a human brain, you'll get a disease similar ta' mad cow?"

"Kuru." 

"Hm?"

"It's called Kuru, the disease. Fatal around six t-to twelve months after initial symptoms."

You began to find this entertaining. I mean, if you're trapped here with the other, you might as well try to make it fun. He looks just as entertained, if not more. 

You were just as fascinated as he was, it seemed. He just had to crack that shell outside the real you. He could see slivers of what he presumed that you to be hesitantly peak through with this conversation, inarguably impressed with what knowledge you do have. 

"Well, you sure are a smart cookie. See, didn't I tell ya' you'd be useful?"