I like the dark room. I like his angry eyes.
The skeletons in his closet give me butterflies.
I didn't try to run and now I'm paying the price,
But what to do, father? This prison feels like paradise.
He treats me so well, he's always so nice!
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"It's for you, you little idiot."
My eyeballs almost pop out of my sockets.
I mentally crawl on all fours, collect them and put them back on before blinking.
"I--what?"
"Are you not hungry?" he simply asks.
I look at the noodles and then at him.
It's definitely poisoned.
"It's not poisoned, don't worry." he informs me with a subtle roll of his eyes. I gawk at him in surprise. But then I shut my mouth and narrow my eyes in suspicion.
"You want me to taste it first?" he lifts an eyebrow, his lips dragging to one corner in "really?" kinda way.
"I'm not stoopid." I say curtly. "I won't believe it until I see you take it deep inside your mouth and swallow."
teehee!
Yes, I'm being dirty minded right now.
I manipulate him and make fun of him in my head because that's the only way to entertain myself since he took my phone away.
My subconscious is hiding her face under a pillow, hammering the mattress with both of her little fists and giggling to herself.
He doesn't wait for me to persuade him as he huffs delicately in disbelief and brings the morsel to his mouth.
I stare, licking my lips and gulping eagerly. If he has poisoned it...
My eyes widen when he actually eats it, chewing at it as if he has not a care in the world. I raise my eyebrows in incredulity. He really didn't poison it? Or did he-
Man, I'm so confused. What's going on? Why would he feed me non...poisoned food?
Even some crown prince's own mother poisoned his in a certain Wattpad book, why would this psychopath not poison mine?
"Happy?" he asks, his deep melodic voice making me bite my lip in thought. I am stumped at this revelation.
"What are you scheming?" I narrow my eyes at him, "There must be sedatives. You took a particularly small bite. I presume it was to avoid being affected by the drugs. Why won't you take a larger bite and prove to me there's no drugs?"
He looks me up with very penetrating eyes and for actually a very long uneasy moment he watches me before he chuckles inscrutably.
