RHTMAV) Chapter 4 Part 5 (Patreon)

--AN) this is the end of chapter 4, which is why it is shorter. --

I shook my head, walked over to the stone wall, and pulled the knife out of it. The entire kitchen was made of stone. It had many different methods of cooking. One wall had a stone oven that used wood for fuel, a grill, a plain wooden stove top, and even a gas stove. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of stone. The center island that sat in the middle of the kitchen was made of what looked like a thick oak trunk carved out to have space for storage with a thick oak chopping block set on top. Where such a thick trunk was found is beyond me.

On the other wall was cold storage. There were three freezers and three large fridges, which gave plenty of storage for the foodstuffs that needed to stay cool or frozen. The far wall had a large sink with a dishwasher, one of those you would find in a restaurant. Hanging over the island in the middle was a rack with many pots and pans along with plates. It was well well-constructed kitchen.

“Let’s see…” I walked over to the fridge and opened it. This was the meat fridge. All the meats that would be used for the week would go into this fridge to defrost.

Normally, I would not think much of it when opening a fridge full of meat that comes straight from a butcher, but the smells inside did not smell of blood but a sweet scent. I took a deep breath, breathing the scent in. It felt intoxicating. Deep breath after deep breath I kept inhaling the scent before I suddenly snapped out of my daze.

“What is wrong with me?” I closed the fridge and took a step back, feeling very confused. I had never had such a reaction before. I took a deep breath once more to clear my nose before going to the fridge with vegetables and taking out a tomato. I bit into it and allowed the sweet yet tart taste fill my mouth. Only then did I slowly calm down.

I turned and went back upstairs. Luckily, I did not run into anyone along the way. I really have no idea what the hell just happened to me. The scent of the meat in the fridge was not normal. It smelled sweet, like candy, yet addicting. I couldn’t help but keep taking in the sweet scent.

Walking into my room, I slowly made my way to my bed, dragging my feet along the way. I sat down and took another bite of the tomato. Something like this was a normal meal for me sometimes when I could steal one. Otherwise, it was food that looked like scraps that someone just tossed together, maybe even the leftovers of the Thatchers family. Either way, it was not something I enjoyed. Tomatoes were easy to steal and filling, which made for a decent meal. I felt as if I accomplished something if I was able to get my hands on one.

“I should shower and get some sleep. I have a busy day tomorrow.” I finished off the tomato and licked my fingers before getting up to head to the private bathroom.

I turned on the shower and stripped off my clothes. As the hot water rained down on me, I couldn’t help but think of the scent of meat just now. Just thinking about it made me want to run back downstairs and smell it again. It was such an addicting scent. “This might just drive me insane…”

I stepped out of the shower after washing up and stood in front of the mirror, reaching up and wiping the fog off the glass, revealing my devilish-looking eyes. “Is it bad to think that I look more beautiful than any girl in the world? If I was a man, I would hit on me.”

I chuckled at my own thoughts before finishing my nightly routine. Only when I was done and my hair was fully dried, did I finally lay my head down to rest.