There goes an arm

"It's been a long day of work at the Bistro today. It's finally closing time. Rody managed to break two plates and Vincent was not happy about it. But tonight is Supposed to be a special night. The employees of the Bistro are going to be throwing a party tonight, due to another great review. Surprisingly they talked Vince into going to Frenchie's Bar a few blocks away for drinks."

"One of the cooks, Jim, come up to Rody to talk." "You're coming with us right, Rody?"

"Rody looks a bit unsure, he's still trying to save up money to get back with his girlfriend, Manon. That and he can't hold his alcohol."

"I don't know, Jim. It's been a long day." "Rody says."

"Vince stares at him as he picks up his own jacket, his usual stoic and uninterested expression still on his face." "Rody, you should at least come and represent the Bistro. Even if you're not the best worker. It wouldn't look good for the Bistro if we went to celebrate and one employee was missing." "Vince says coldly."

"Once Vince is satisfied, he bandages your wound and wraps your severed arm up. Hiding it in a freezer locker he has the only key to. He carries you upstairs to his bedroom and injects you with painkillers. When he's done with that he takes your shoes off and leaves you in only your pants and socks. He then takes a chan he had grabbed from the freezer to cuff your remaining arm and chaining you to the bed."

"He hums with approval and goes back down stairs to his kitchen. He has an arm to prepare after all, and so many dishes to make for himself. He's going to wait for you to wake up to watch him eat though."

"As you wake up and realize that you're missing an arm, panic sets in and you scream loudly. Your eyes dart around the room, taking everything in, and you see Vince enter the room. The panic within you intensifies as he comes closer, but you still can't stop shouting."

"Rody, Rody," "Vince says calmly, his voice soothing." "It's all right now. You're safe with me."

"But you continue to scream, feeling worse every second. He then slaps you across the face hard and it snaps you out of your screaming panic attack."

"As you go quiet, save for deep and shaky breaths, Vince stares down at you with cold detachment. You can sense that something about him has changed drastically. He seems more cruel, more sadistic. The thought fills you with terror."

"Stop being dramatic Rody," "Vince says impatiently." "You're alive aren't you? And I've taken care of your wound. Now, behave yourself."

"His voice is laced with the same patronizing tone you've heard before and it feels disturbing hearing it again."

"Vince pauses for a moment, his expression unreadable. He studies your face for a moment, then begins to speak."

"Rody, I needed to try something," "he says, his voice flat and monotone." "For years, I've been struggling with an inability to taste anything. It's been a source of frustration for me, as it stands in the way of fully realizing my culinary ambitions."

"He pauses and leans closer to you, looking you dead in the eye." "I was told my cooking didn't have enough love in it. And the way you gushed about Manon.. well...."

"Vince leaves the sentence unfinished as if to let the statement linger in the air. He reaches out and gently wipes the tears off your cheek before putting it in his mouth. He looks like he's semi disappointed for a moment before he hums."

"I needed you to taste the food I prepared with Manon to see if you could taste her love. And surprise, you did. You realized something about the dish and started to call out her name. I was going to kill you afterwards but.. It'd be way more fun to keep you around for a while. I'm almost done cooking my first meal with some of your meat. I'll be back in a moment okay."

"As you struggle against the cuff, you feel a sharp pain in your stump and recoil from the sudden shock of it. You realize that you're too weak to struggle, and you settle against the bed, panting heavily. The room feels stuffy, and you're aware of how hungry you are."

"You're not sure how much time passes before Vince returns to the room, but it feels like an eternity. When he does, he's holding a tray of food, and there's a euphoric look on his face."

"Look Rody," "he grins at you eagerly," "I decided to make meatloaf, out of some of the meat of your arm. It's a family recipe, well usually with beef but let's see how it taste.."

"You feel a wave of nausea hit as you watch him take a bite of the meatloaf. You squirm away from him, pulling against the cuff around your wrist as hard as you can."

"You watch in horror as Vince eats the meatloaf made from your own arm, his eyes glazing over, almost as if he's in some sort of a trance. His cheeks puff up as he chews, and you can hear him swallow repeatedly. An intense expression of pleasure crosses his face, and he groans under his breath."

"It's... it's amazing...." "he whispers breathlessly, looking down at the leftover meatloaf." "You're amazing Rody. I never imagined... I never thought...."

"He begins to babble, starting to get more and more excited as he talks. The implication that he can taste again seems to please him immensely." "I can taste again... I can taste again!" "he yells triumphantly, laughing maniacally as he dabs some sauce on your lips, like it's lipstick, coating your lips with the sauce."

"Vince looks down at you, smiling triumphantly as he takes a step closer to you. As he leans over, he licks the sauce off your lips, his tongue almost probing your mouth."

"You taste incredible Rody," "he murmurs, running his fingers through your hair." "I never imagined I'd be able to taste again, but with your help, I've been able to."

"He looks down at you, his eyes glittering greedily. You can tell by the way he's staring at you that he wants more from you, but it's not just about the taste anymore. There's something almost personal in his desire."

"As your words reach his ears, Vince pauses, the manic glint in his eyes fading for just a moment. However, it's only temporary."

"Let you go? No, no, Rody," "Vince says sharply, his tone quickly turning cold and patronizing again." "You're mine now. I won't let you leave."

"He leans down closer to you, his breath hot against your face." "You can't understand what it's like to have tasted something again after all these years, Rody." "He licks his lips, keeping his eyes fixed on yours." "I've been looking for years for a cure, but nothing has worked. But with you, I found it. It makes you the most important person in the world to me, Rody. There's only one of you, I'll have to savor every piece and all the time we get together."

"As you sob and try to back up, Vince moves closer to you, his eyes seemingly taking on a crazed look. You feel him grab your hips, pulling you harshly towards him."

"Don't be afraid, Rody," "he says in a low voice, almost whispering into your ear." "You're not going to die."

"He pauses then, shifting his weight on the bed as he looks down at you." "At least, not yet."

"His fingers dig into your skin, exerting pressure. You can hear your breath quickening, shredding under the weight of his words. Within this mans madness there's hints of predatory behavior that no matter how much you plead it wouldn't change anything."