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Rody had just given the last bill of the night to his customers, taking the euros they gave and putting them in the cash register. He was glad work was finally over, he was exhausted.
As relieved as he was though, he still had one thing on his mind, something he'd been thinking a lot about recently, and was anxious yet curious about.
He'd almost completely forgotten his plan to see what was in that dam freezer, his mind preoccupied by work.
He had a few ideas of what could be in the freezer, but he knew it was most likely just frozen meats and other ingredients prepared for the next days cooks.
After he cleaned up the tables and took the trash out, he headed to Vincent's office, where in his desk drawer he would find the spare freezer key.
He'd stolen the original one, and had lost it, like the idiot he was. So now, he had to resort to stealing the spare.
Rody quietly rummaged through the drawers, until he finally found the spare key. He didn't know where Vince was, so he kept as quiet as he possibly could.
He tiptoed out of Vince's office, and to the freezer, where he promptly used the key to unlock it.
He hesitated, before pushing the door open slightly, and immediately freezing in place.
What he saw next was… beyond words.
One of the female chefs was tied down to a chair, her eyes blindfolded and her mouth gagged. She had stab wounds against her upper shoulders, and was bleeding out rather profusely.
Vince was standing next to her, a knife pressed up against her throat. He didn't notice Rody.
Rody didn't even know how to feel about this, all he could do was stand there, his eyes wide.
He wasn't necessarily disgusted, nor was he scared. He was definitely shocked, yes. But wasn't really that phased.
Almost like he was desensitized, like he had seen this over a million times already. He wasn't sure why he wasn't scared, and a part of him wanted to be.
It felt so unnatural not to be scared of this.
While he was lost in thought, trying to figure out what to feel, think, or do. Vince slit the woman's throat. Her blood gushing out and covering Vince.
He watched as the blood oozed out of the slit in the woman's throat, dripping down her body and staining her clothes.
The sight had Rody mesmerized in a way he couldn't explain, and he found himself not being able to look away.
Rody leaned in slightly, and accidentally slipped, the door swinging open. This got Vince's attention.
He turned around, his eyes going wide as he saw Rody.
Rody froze, his eyes wide as him and Vince stared at each other. He slowly backed away out of the freezer, ready to run if Vince tried to hurt him.
Vince quickly rushed over to Rody, and pinned him to the ground, stabbing him in the shoulder with the knife he'd just used to take somebody else's life.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" He exclaimed, keeping Rody pinned underneath him. "You weren't- you weren't supposed to see that!" He groaned, sounding frustrated, and upset.
Rody winced, tears pricking his eyes. He didn't scream, he just kept still as Vince kept him pinned to the ground. The pain was agonizing, sure. But Rody liked it. He liked how it felt, the way it made his Rody sting and fill with adrenaline.
All he could do was stare up at Vince, his chest heaving as he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I won't tell, I promise. I don't even care what you just did."
Vince paused for a moment, the grip he held on the knife that was still impaled into Rody's shoulder tightening. What did he mean by he didn't care? How was he so unphased?
Vince looked over Rody's facial expression, seeing how calm and unbothered he seemed. It was, weird. He didn't know if he could trust him.
Vince couldn't tell if Rody was being serious, or if this was all a front to save himself.
Vince drove the knife deeper into Rody’s shoulder, making the man below him since and tear up even more.
“How do I know you're not lying, and won't just go running off to the police?" Vince asked, his tone making Rody feel slightly unnerved.
"I don't care what you do in your free time Vince, it's not my issue." Rody said, calmly, too calmly. Vince wasn't used to seeing Rody like this.
Vince pulled the knife out of Rody's shoulder, and stood up, reaching a hand up to help him up as well.
It was interesting, most 'normal' people would be screaming and crying, trying to escape so they could call for help.
Rody, however, seemed different.
Vince looked at Rody as he took his hand, noticing how only a few tears rolled down his cheeks. His face devoid of any emotion whatsoever, not even a sign of worry, confusion, fear, or even pain.
He almost looked the same as Vince did most of the time.
There were two options to this that Vince thought of. A, was that Rody had an incredible poker face, and B, was that he genuinely didn't care.
Whatever it was he'd have to ask him later, for now he needed to bandage that stab wound up.