It Was Only A Cut In Another Universe

Sickeningly Good

Trigger Warning: Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, and Forced Cannibalism

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------When Vincent woke up once again he was shrouded in darkness. The blindfold was on and once again he was tied to a chair. He panicked now feeling a hollow feeling from where his finger once was. He began to shake as he realized how bad the situation was. He was kidnapped, blindfolded and no one would really know he was here. Hell Rody may have made up an excuse as to where he was. 

He let out a shaky breath as he felt the knots. Only to realize this time the chair he was tied to arms. He couldn't do anything. He let out a shaky breath as tears began to fall from his cheeks. He could not move. He was going to die here no doubt, and nobody would know. All he had was Rody and now he even seemed to be taken away. That's when he heard a door unlock. He looked up stupidly. 

"Aw you missed me." Rody said as he walked into the room. 

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Vincent shouted as he began to try to move back. Of course it failed. Rody clicked his tongue. 

"Sorry Vince, that's not happening. Besides, you must be hungry, and I have to make sure your hand is okay." Rody said as he walked over. Vincent could feel him beside him. A pair of bandages was unwrapped from his hand before replacing them with new ones. 

"There. It's already scabbing over. So that is a good thing." He said before patting his cheek. Before returning over with a plate. Vincent held his mouth shut and leaned away. Rody picked something up and he was sure it wasn't anything good. Vincent turned away before Rody sighed. 

"It's just a vegetable Vincent. I made them how you like them." Vincent was hesitant until Rody pressed the food to his hand. It took a second before he realized it was broccoli. 

"Let me see the plate." Vincent said quickly. Rody sighed. 

"Fine, I do want to see your eyes again." Vincent felt his stomach churning. Why was Rody still trying to flirt with him? He has done so much shit right now? He knew he still liked him but he couldn't be with him like this. This was horrible. Sure enough the plate of food was just vegetables to Vincent's relief. 

"See, it's only vegetables." Rody said as Vincent nodded. Thankful that he would not have to worry about accidentally eating Manon. Getting fed like this felt more romantic than it was right now. Once again he was eating mush. Vegetables with no taste. Turning to a disgusting mush as soon as he chewed it. Though thankfully Rody had given the vegetables as much texture as he could. Rody had fed the whole plate to him. 

This is how life continued for a few days. At least it felt like a few days. Rody would walk him to the bathroom. Not to mention lock him in there during times the bistro is open. Though what was scarier was that he was starting to get used to this. Living like this as a captive. It wasn't normal, it wasn't good, but what else could he do? He was sure Rody had put several locks on the door. Not to mention tied him down, and blindfolded him. 

And even if he did escape where would he go? He had no family, barely any friends, and would the police believe him? Rody was a well respected chef. He was sure Rody could hide all of the evidence when he did escape. Not to mention the two had been lovers at one point. They had some sort of blackmail on one another. The whole situation was hopeless. Maybe he could escape if Rody trusted him enough he would untie him. He would let him work, and he could maybe steal some of his money and get the hell out of him. It was another day and Rody had brought him food. 

"I hate seeing you tied up like this. Maybe if you don't try to escape I'll let you free." Rody said, but Vincent knew it would be a long while before that happened. Though Rody did not take off the blindfold. It was a bit odd, but Vincent thought nothing of it. He just opened his mouth as Rody gave him food. Yet as soon as his mouth closed around it he realized it was a vegetable. It was meat. He was about to spit it out, but then he noticed the texture. It was rather unique, a bit tougher, yet what was so interesting was the fact that he swore he could almost taste it. The more he chewed the more he wanted. He swallowed it before looking back at where he thought Rody was. 

"What type of meat is that?" Vincent asked, salivating while looking at him. 

"Do you like it?" Rody asked, a hit of mischievousness in his voice. 

"Please." Vincent said he was desperate for more. He was desperate for the illusion of taste. 

"Alright then open wide." Vincent did just that as Rody brought more meat to his mouth. If he could, he would devour the whole plate. But his restraints made it impossible. Though with the way he was practically swallowing it whole he didn't know how long they would hold. 

"Damn you ate her in a few minutes." Vincent was so far gone with excitement that he almost didn't catch the usage of pronouns. 

"Her?" He asked as he heard a small menacingly giggle from Rody. 

"Oh, you know I figured you wouldn't eat her without a blindfold. Though I guess I could fool you into thinking it was just steak." Vincent felt his stomach churn as the realization slowly dawned on him. That meat he had just eaten wasn't from an animal. 

"So tell me this, Vincent. How much did you like it?" Rody asked as he cupped his chin. Forcing him to look up before removing his blindfold. Finally Vincent was met with his blue gray eyes. A crazed look in it, yet a bit of pride as he knew what he had done. Vincent knew what he had done. He had just gobbled another human entirely, and Rody knew that, and he couldn't deny it. 

"It was good."