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The Taste of Poison

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I was still slightly embarrassed by Harry causing a scene over my very minor injury but I did appreciate it. It was the first time I'd ever truly seen any compassion from him but it seems like it left many staff unhappy, including Gabe with the time delay.

After a few minutes, they decide in turn to artfully disguise my legs by wrapping me lightly in a sheer, gauzy sheet that covered the wraps of my thighs.

It seemed like forever before the lights dimmed again and Gabe was counting down to Harry walking back into the scene from the side.

As he approaches once again, I feel that same warmth began to radiate in my body. It was mixed with a bone-deep exhaustion but I felt wired as he kneeled onto the bed. This time he was crawling towards me on his hand and knees, dark green eyes set on me.

I felt the urge to want to itch back, wriggle away from the intensity of his stare but no sooner he is practically on top of me, a hand coming to support the back of my head as he lowers me onto the bed.

I keep in mind what my job is suppose to be this time and immediately run my fingers over the caps of his shoulders, trailing down his tensed arms. His skin was damp and hot to the touch.

He came to grasp my jaw at one point in the song, his lips nearly to mine, "Drag me to the depth of hell, my queen, any ride with you, I'll love."

On instinct, I arch my back and pressed my chest towards his, I embarrassingly almost let out a small whimper at this words being whispered against my dark cherry lips.

Harry's breathe was becoming heavier, I could feel his chest rising and falling faster against mine as he lightly pants against me. His knee almost unconsciously pushing between my barely spread thighs to allow him to tower over me.

I feel myself letting my legs open a little more at the persistent of his thigh, our eyes catch and I feel my breath catch in my throat at the look of pure lust he's give me...or least that i am imagining in my own mind, reflecting my own feelings in this moment.

It felt so real, it shouldn't.

Especially with him, he wasn't a nice person. This was just pure physical lust from my side and nothing more.

Then as expected, the cameras cut and Harry is instantly off of me, trotting off to the side stage to chat with crew and chug down a water bottle without another word to me.

At this point, the scene is stopped and Gabe brings over the final prop for the last of the filming before our shoot is over. I haven't been able to keep track of time anymore and I couldn't imagine how all these people were still standing, let alone working after these long hours in such a crowded studio.

I have a small bottle in my hand, it has a monarch butterfly on the bottle, with skull details in the wings and instead of a head with antennas; it's a cross and bones. A large, crudely scrawled warning of poison.

Harry was now lying on mattress, the bed had been stripped to be bare. Holes with stuffing ripped out, worn out edges, and overall looking disgusting and old. His sequin pants have been changed and he was now donned in a torn, plain black button-down with only two or three buttoned.

His usually skinny jeans and black leather booths that had the eerie symbol of the monarch on the backs of them. He looks even more disheveled than before and the concept of this scene was the Monarch dragging him to the depth of hell with her and him willingly going.