Sign The Fucking Documents

Morgan's POV

I was locked up and tossed in like a sack of potatoes.

From the other side of the cell, he was glaring at me, raw anger pouring out of him. I could not believe he did that to me.

“Get me out of here!”

“There's no hope with you. Since you're now of no use for me, I am officially done with you. You will remain here until I find another punishment for you.” The calm returned as he said mean words that went straight into my heart as daggers.

“You have to be joking, Azriel. You cannot completely reduce me to this. Let me out, please.”

I said the world please. I used that word after swearing I will never have to use it again no matter what, but nothing was more terrifying than a solitary dungeon. I just couldn't stay here…oh the memories…

“Please? You poor beautiful thing.” He took one last look at me.

“Feed her once a day. Once. If I find out it's more, you are all dead.”

He instructed the guard he kept over me, then he started to head out.

My hands shook the cell, true fear hitting me. At this point I was willing to take my former chambers, just…anything but here! I couldn't stay here!

I banged on the cell rods repeatedly, yelling and screaming his name to release me. After I was completely exhausted, I just slid down and sat on the cold ground, confined to a tiny space, and I just cried my heart out.

What did I do to even deserve any of this?

My food soon arrived, and I shamelessly and hungrily ate it. It gave me some form of comfort, and right after I was done with the last spoon, hope came. It hit me, situating right in my chest, and I soon remembered another reason why I was feared.

I had completely forgotten like the idiot that I was. You see, I have allies. For some reason, they stuck by me. More powerful beings in the wild, they came to help me on demand, so scare off people, they did everything I asked, and not many other things were stronger than they are.

I called them. Silently and demurely, I called them to the palace. Azriel was so fucked now. No one fought me and won.

They came as quietly as they could, and soon there was an attack on the palace. They couldn't speak, but we had an understanding as we shared some sort of mind link.

The guard was first taken out, and I was released from the dungeon. I led the way, marching them straight to Azriel’s chambers as screams and shouts conquered.

Things were breaking, maidens were screaming and running, a whole chaos. Whispers filled the air as they saw me leading the creatures, and they all began to fear for their king.

The minute they burst into his room, that bastard was already waiting for them. All three of them were thoroughly beaten, and I just watched, blinking in disbelief.

They soon escaped and literally ran out, the force hitting me like a wave.

I couldn't believe what just happened.

He faced me then, panting, bloodied because they did get cuts out of him, and his eyes glowed, the type that instilled serious fear in me.

I tried taking steps back, literally tempted to run for my life for some reason, but I never made it past the door. Azriel used merciless physical strength on me, and no matter how hard I fought back and yelled, he kicked me to my knees.

The floor scrapped my knees and they began to bleed on impact, but that was not his problem. His breathing was ragged, his eyes soulless as he reached for the chains and chained me to the ground, in my kneeling position.

“I'm hurt…” I whimpered, so close to tears. It seemed to piss him off even more as he glared harder at me.

“I'm also hurt, remember?” Yeah, I remembered that I caused it, but that was only because he locked me up!

He did not care for my safety by the way. I was chained there for hours, silent, unmoving.

He proceeded to go on with his night.

I watched him eat his hearty dinner, watched him take a shower to get rid of the cuts and watched him get on the bed for his proper rest.

He literally acted like I didn't exist or that I wasn't there.

He did not look at me.

The very next morning, I was exhausted in that position as I had slept on it all night, and I was picked up and bundled in one of Azriel’s arms.

He didn't drag me so far. I was taken to the throne room, where I met the stupid council members. I hated the fact that they could see me in such a state, and I honestly didn't expect the day to get so much worse.

Azriel was merciless, and he personally handled me, dragging me straight to a table where there were a couple of documents spread in front of it.

My eyes almost bled when I saw their contents. Azriel had arranged everything meticulously, only needing my signature.

Transfer of ownership of everything I owned, all my properties, all my creatures, livestock, everything.

My heart began to pound, my chest hurting. This is my life! It felt like being stripped naked! What did I ever do to him that was so wrong that he wouldn't just let it go? Why do all of this? Why did he hate me so much? I was in hell!

At this point, there was no point in acting strong. I had to beg. This was my lifeline. If I begged desperately, maybe he would let things go.

I looked up at his emotionless face. It was filled with raw terror.

“Please,” I shook my head. I had never been this sad in my entire life. After getting everything, he was just going to take it from me? After all my struggles? After everything I did to get here?

“Don't make me do this. Please. I'm begging you. Azriel, see me. I beg of you. This is everything I have.”

I rubbed my palms together, begging desperately.

The ultimate humiliation. I was finally begging wholeheartedly. He had done his worst.

“Sign.” He spat softly, and my heart completely sank at his cruelty. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't.

The only thing that came to my head was ripping everything apart, so I did. All the papers, I aggressively grabbed them and ripped them into a million pieces before he could do anything.

I took in a deep breath when they were all shredded, and I looked up to see amused eyes.

I pretended like the council wasn't also in the room so it would lessen my humiliation, but why was Azriel staring at me like I was amusement? What was supposedly funny about what I just did?

He sighed, stepping away for a moment and returning with another document. Right in my eyes, new papers were available, spread in front of me, and apparently, there were even more where that came from.

It made me remember just how I made my father sign and transfer ownership to me. It really didn't feel great to be on the receiving end at all.

“I knew you would do this. I have a million prints. Sign and let's call it a day. You will get tired, not me, I promise you.”

My chest hurt. I believed him. I knew I would be the one to get tired. How many papers could I rip apart with my exhaustion and hunger?

I didn't want the council in the room anymore. I was too vulnerable, too naked. I couldn't handle it.

“At least send them away?”

“Sign the fucking documents.”

I just lost it. My fists clenched in absolute hopelessness and frustration and I just started screaming, screaming into the world, just screaming and letting myself go. I was wailing like I was insane, because I probably was.

I thought I had no tears left to cry but apparently, I had a bucket full and counting. I cried so much, I started seeing double.

When I had spent hours there, Azriel leaving and coming back at intervals because he could not be bothered, I accepted my fate, the ultimate numbness. It was happening. Either way I was going to fucking die.

I proceeded to sign. I signed, and it was all over.