The red means I love you

Dinner

Tw-non con/cannibalism
You can connect the chapters if you want, or think of them as different oneshots idfk 😭🙏

Actually... You know what?" Vince whispered, turning to face Rody.
"Maybe if you're fast enough you'll get out." He chuckled, pointing his knife towards him. "Hell, I'll even give you a 15 second head start."

Rody sat on the floor, not even trying to struggle against his bonds. Tears were pouring down his face.

"p-p-please just stop this" Rody murmured
"Cmon man I won't tell anyone I swear please- just let me go.."
Please....vincent, Vincent, I won't tell anyone; just please don't do this..." Rody practically whimpered out his thoughts, shivering, and knowing he looked and sounded oh so pathetic

"You're wasting time." Said Vincent in a cruel tone.

"I-look do you want money or something.. if that's what you want I s-swear I-I can give it to y-you, I mean it'd take time of course but I promise please? " rody rambled on

"If you're really so desperate to live then you'd be going right now right? " Vincent said

"Go on. Go." Vince encouraged him

Nothing. He just sat there crying. "Come on... Are you really just going to sit there and cry?
"Continuously rambling on isn't gonna do anything rody. I mean don't get me wrong your begging is cute and all but it's seriously starting to piss me off. "

Rody didn't want to continue living. The girl he loved, the girl he was doing everything for, was dead. And it was because of this man. He didn't want to keep going anymore.
I mean- he trusted him and all? Why.. why would he do this? It's fucking disgusting.

Moping around won't accomplish anything, Rody thought as he finally came to his senses. He has to live. For her. If he doesn't, she would have died for nothing, right?

"Rody, you don't have that much time left y'know," Vincent said with a mocking grin. "Better hurry up before it's too late."

Rody nodded quickly, turning around and attempting to crawl away.
He was slow, the rope restricting his movement and speed. Rody mentally counted the seconds, panicking as he reached 5.            
5
Almost there..
4
I can make it, I just need to..
3
So close, just a bit more..
2
Almostalmostalmostalmost—
"One." Vincent said, tightening his grip on the knife. "You can't even bother to hurry when your life depends on it. How disappointing."

Vincent walked towards Rody, grabbing him roughly by the collar. "Wait— we can talk about this!" Rody pleaded, a nervous smile forming on his face. Vincent scoffed, but hesitated.

"..Perhaps there is another option. How long can you go without breathing?" Vincent asked, setting aside his knife carefully on the nearby counter.
Rody blinked, looking up at Vincent in confusion. " uhm I.. I'm not sure?"
Vincent nodded, standing directly in front of Rody. "If you value your life, you'll do as I say."
Rody gulped, but didn't protest. Vincent unzipped his pants, allowing them to drop down.
"Open your mouth."
Rody obeyed, not knowing where the chef was going with this. He watched as Vincent slipped off his boxers, revealing his cock. He was already hard, clearly getting some form of enjoyment from this.

Rody backed away, closing his mouth immediately as he realized what Vincent planned to do.
"Vince, you can't seriously expect me to— I... I mean we're both— I'm a guy, I can't—" Rody stuttered, glancing at the door. If he moved quick enough he might be able to-

Nonsense. Open wide." Vincent repeated, his tone sterner. He grabbed Rody by the hair, forcing him to be face to face with his cock.
"You know what to do. Use your teeth and I'll rip them out of your fucking mouth."
Rody nodded, reluctantly obeying. He gagged as Vincent pushed his cock inside, fighting back tears and the urge to vomit.