He Tasted His Own Medicine Novels & Stories

As the medicine entered his stomach, it was burning like drinking sulfuric acid! At the same time, Kenneth felt a different kind of warmth flowing from his stomach to his penis! Indeed, it relieved the pain almost instantly! It was so f*cking amazing! Kenneth was very excited upon feeling the sensation. He quickly poured the rest of the medicine into his mouth regardless of its bitterness. As he was reaching the bottom of the bowl, the dregs were as thick as black sesame paste and that made him grimace painfully when he poured it into his mouth. He managed to swallow them all into his stomach for the sake of his illness.

Could I trust him? The taste of his betrayal still lingered in my mouth, my throat raw and aching. My body screamed in protest as I forced myself to stand upright. I was exhausted, my limbs heavy with the weight of everything he had done to me. But I couldn’t let myself fall apart. Not yet. I pulled the cork from the bottle, the faintest whiff of something sweet and medicinal hitting my nose. There was no instruction, no clear dosage. Just this liquid, shimmering like something out of a dream.

I asked with concern in my voice. He grinned at me. "I can deal with it." "Persuade me further. I'm not dense," I replied, handing him the water. He laughed as if I were telling a joke. Why can't he swallow his pride and say it was excruciatingly painful? "Why does medicine taste so bad?" After swallowing them, his face became sick. And he handed me the glass. "I don't know. I've never tasted one," I said. "You never?" Zach's tone of disbelief.

It didn’t taste any better on my second try, but I gulped down and held it into my mouth until not a drop was left. “Yuck! Remind me never to get this medicine again…” Tristan’s face looked agonized. He unwrapped what looked like a small treat in his hand and held it before me. “What’s that?” “It’ll take some of the bitterness away,” he said timidly. He held it into my mouth, and I had no choice but to take it in. It was a piece of chocolate, and it tasted very nice after that awful medicine. “Hmm, good,” I said.

I clutch my stomach as I laugh so hard that tears comes to my eyes. "It…it was…ahm..ahm…it was a medicine applied on my scar so I won't feel… itchy and keep that area a bit cool. And you… you…and you just tasted that. Hahahaha." I laugh as I explain. He glares at me and comes towards me. Before I can even react he kisses me deeply. For few seconds I am still not aware but then I start to respond but then I get the taste of my own medicine and he releases me. Yuck. He was not wrong, this does taste bad.

he screamed hysterically as I asked my boys to hold him still while I injected him with the fluid he created to hurt other people and destroy lives. “How does it feel to have a taste of your own medicine?” I asked him, smiling as I saw him struggling to reach into his pocket for an antidote. To think that he had the antidote on him all along, but he chose to watch my Laura suffer in pain. I reached into his pocket and took out the antidote, taking it away from him.

He never worry about being poisoned anymore the fact that it was really made properly by her and he could feel its good effects on his body despite being severely injured. As the medicine left a harsh sting of bitterness in his mouth down to his throat, his face went crumpled. If he didn't only knew that it shouldn't be taken with water after drinking it, he would've asked a whole river just to make the cruel taste vanish. It's turning his stomach upside down. To avoid embarrassing himself, he carefully dove back on the bed, facing on the opposite side to hide his face's reaction.

I decided to send him to his room, scared that he might collapse on his way. As we arrive at his room, I just realized that he never drank his medicine after dinner downstairs. I handed him again the medicine and a glass of water. He hesitated to drink the medicine but I forced it into his mouth, however, he spit it. He cringes with the awful taste of the medicine. "Why did you spit it?!" I exclaimed in annoyance. "It tastes like hell!" he yelled at me and stomp his feet toward the couch. Acting like a kid. He doesn't like the taste of the medicine.

"O n e... d a y... I... w i l l... b e... g o n e... f r o m.... y o u r... l i f e. O n e... d a y... I... w o u l d... n o t... b e... w i t h... y o u. A n d... I... p r o m i s e... y o u... t h a t... d a y... w i l l... c o m e... s o o n." Her words were very cruel and Hyun felt his breath was stuck in his chest. Is this how it feels tasting your own medicine? Is this what she felt when he ended up hurting her? .......

After a few steps, he stopped and turned back to me. "What happened?" he asked. "Don't you know?" I asked back. "Are you going to answer a question with another question?" he said impatiently. "I thought you loved doing that," snapping at him I went inside the car leaving him standing there. That's what it called the taste of your own medicine. I smirked inwardly. I didn't realize we were getting easier with each other with every passing day. Was that a bad thing?