Open Your Mouth

Morgan's POV

When it was all over and Azriel had used up the rest of his energy to attack me, he soon fell right to the floor, limp.

I was in complete shock and disbelief.

I just laid there, on the bed, expecting the side effects at any time. It came, hitting me hard, and I went numb sharply, unmoving.

I couldn't even move if I tried, it was the medicine, and now Azriel had successfully made me suffer the same fate.

“Something is wrong with you.” He started off. I couldn't see his face because well, both of us couldn't move and he was on the ground while I was on the bed.

“I know.” I responded truthfully because indeed, something was definitely wrong with me. I just didn't care.

“I'm completely out.” He sounded so pissed and grave, like if he found a way to escape this eventually, he would hurt me so badly and never forgive and forget.

“Same.”

“How long are we going to be here?” He asked another question, as calmly as ever, as though he was processing. At least we could talk.

Well, what could we do but start to try adapting?

“A while, that's for sure. I wonder how I'll gain strength to go to the bathroom.”

I already knew it, my stomach was rumbling, making silly noises, gearing up to make my life a living hell in the coming couple of minutes. Azriel seemed to be handling things better.

“You better get off that bed and do it on the floor. I'm not playing with you, and I won't find it funny if you mess up that bed at all.”

He warned, stern.

“Now I'll have to do it on the bed, after all it's all your fault I'm in this mess. You proceeded to poison me right back!

Yet you said you'd have never done something like that to me, you fucking liar.” I shook my head and clicked my teeth.

“I will not spare you.”

“I will also not spare myself for letting you fuck me back over. I should've known you'd do something terrible like that. You're worse than me.”

He ignored my rants as he just couldn't care less. At this point, my body had weakened even more.

“Where is the antidote?”

The antidote was in my room. I never anticipated any of this to carry it outside. I was going to make him work and undo everything he did, but now I guess that was not happening.

“It's somewhere, that's for sure.”

“Morgan…” He warned, but I really wasn't going to be scared of a currently harmless man.

“If you're so mad, maybe get up and hurt me or something. Right, you can't.”

I laughed to myself. I was having so much fun.

“You're going to regret that.”

“Until then.”

Except, something unexpected happened just then. A surge of energy, thick and terrifying, suddenly consumed me, moving through me, causing me to shake uncontrollably.

“Azriel…” I called out to him to help me like I had the right, but then I noticed he also started shaking uncontrollably.

“What the hell is happening now?” His voice came out in stutters, too shaken to speak coherently.

“I don't…I don't know…this isn't part of the symptoms…I've never heard of such a thing before…” As I spoke, whatever was moving through me moved through my body, all the way to my throat and out of my mouth.

Out of Azriel's mouth too, then it was gone, disappearing, into a mild cloud of smoke. The shaking was gone, and I felt a weird wholeness. Impossible.

That was not supposed to happen. In no world, could that ever happen. Does that mean the poison wasn't actually potent? I couldn't wrap my head around it.

“What just happened…” I was actually freaking out, until I tried to move my body, and it moved.

“I can move!” I sat up on the bed.

“Oh. Same here.” I watched him slowly rise to his feet, and when we locked eyes, nobody told me to take to my heels.

I literally flew out of the bed, past him, and I tried to run to the door, but it was silly of me to think I could outrun a man like Azriel.

Just before I could slip past the door, I was grabbed hard by my wrist, and when I was flipped around, he covered his hands around my throat.

A shiver rippled through me, and true fear returned when it came to this man.

“I thought we've reached a reasonable agreement. So you want everything back? What makes you think you can have it?”

Terror emanated from him.

“They were all mine. You're a thief!”

My chest rose and fell erratically, his eyes blazing, his hand wrapping even more tightly around my throat.

“I wonder who made me become a thief.”

I grinded my molars and looked away, mad because it wasn't all anger I felt towards him at our close proximity.

“Let go of me.”

“Not without a befitting punishment.”

My eyes widened. Punishment was the last thing I needed.

“You're going to make my meals for a week, yourself. If you poison me again, I'll kill you.”

“You won't kill who you're dying to sleep with, Azriel. Give me another consequence then I'll consider not poisoning you.”

“You never shut your mouth, do you?”

“Nope, never.”

I faltered at his hard stare so much, my mouth opened and words fell out quicker than I could stop it.

“What's with your face?”

His smile was deep and disgusting…and hot…

“I've always had this face, you just never noticed. Do you like it?”

He knew the answer, arrogant bastard.

“I would say yes, but you just made me your chef, so no. Let go of me, I want to leave, I'm excited to make your lunch for you my dear king.”

His hands left my throat, and damn, I've been in pain for a couple of minutes.

“Did that hurt?”

“I'll ask you the same question after I poison you later.”

The glint in his eyes was hard to miss.

“I'm excited. Bring it here when you're done.”

I went back to the kitchen, and I started cooking. He thought I would hate cooking? Not a chance in hell. If anything, he gave me a great opportunity to destress.

I took my time to make a nice meal. Maybe I should kill him with kindness now, and get him to lower his guard. That didn't sound like such a bad idea.

When I was done, I ignored the stares from my former subjects and took the tray of food, straight to my king.

He was seated on his bed, relaxed without a care in the world when I walked in. He had cleaned up nicely, looking stupid dashing.

We didn't say a word to each other as he made me drop the food on his lap.

I turned to leave, and that's when he spoke.

“Stay. Stand there.”

I stood, after doing everything in my power to hide my anger and frustration. I should stand and do fucking what now?

He took a spoonful, looking at the meal in a way that failed to convey any reaction, which was unsettling. To me, it smelled divine.

“Come closer.” He said without looking at me, and I obeyed. When I reached him, he raised the spoon to my mouth.

“Open your mouth.”