Mad God's Love [Dark, enemies-to-lovers BL]

10 R 1

I woke up with a start and smacked both knees into a corner. Cursed. My back was stiff, since I slept half-seated and all contorted. Wiped drool off my chin and stretched. I felt rested. Nothing hurt or was aching even remotely. That was immediately suspicious and I checked my heels. The evidence was clear as day.

I didn't need it – would crawl into the city on raw knees if need be; I didn't like it – I had little say when it came to my body far too often. I sighed, swallowing the urge to make a big deal out of it. There would be no point anyway. Experience told me neither him nor the humans of similar character listened to plea of ants beneath them.

I breathed out, grinning. If this was part of the suspicious ownership package, it was comparably tolerable. People had done worse to me. Getting healed against my wishes certainly did not remotely compare.

I picked my shit up and clambered out into the muck. My still unpleasantly damp footwear immediately began collecting water anew, with a vigour that I didn't feel. At least some of us were enthusiastic this morning. I slurped at the fleshly settled water on the crinkled car door. Freezing insides along with the toes were just the thing to get spry and fully awake.

However, my day's ordeals have only began.

"Eat," monster outstretched an arm with... a raw, plucked chicken leg. Just like from the shop. It looked great in all honesty and my stomach rumbled angrily, but I looked around with mistrust.

"Where's the rest of it?" I asked finding no trace of butchering.

More materialised and the stomach churned in a different way. My lips twisted until I finally managed to say, "You want me to eat you?"

Why? Is there a reason? Is this a monster thing? Is that normal or does it mean something? Would I be on the menu afterwards? Million options swirled through my mind, but this curveball dropped into my lap far too unexpectedly. My confusion was still in free-fall.

"You dislike when I inject nutrients directly into your bloodstream, so put them there yourself."

"It's raw," I protested. Does it need to be cooked since it wasn't a real bird? Or did he recreate whatever made it dangerous to consume undercooked too? No no, that wasn't even the problem here. If that lump of meat got cooked, would he feel it? Would he even be okay about that? The whole situation was making me opposite of hungry. "Hang on, I am not cooking you anyway. Not eating you either! What the hell?"

"What's the problem?"

"I... don't know exactly. You're sentient? That... doesn't feel right."

"I consume organisms far more elaborate than me all the time."

"And that is why one of us is a monster and the other is not," I said like a complete douche but felt the sentiment more than ever before. Not my proudest moment.

"What do you think you've been ingesting all the time I fed you anyway?"

Gulp. Urk. I honestly avoided thinking about it thus far and I would have done great not knowing in the future.

I felt anger rising again. This is why I fucking didn't want it. Bypassing stomach altogether was not only innately disgusting, but I had no idea what was going on with me that way anymore. I didn't already – he restored and fixed me left and right. Was I slowly becoming a creature? Was it even important to me to be human? I didn't know and I didn't want to find out. Didn't want to think about it. This was never supposed to be on the table for me. Everything was so damn confusing. I felt panic and rage twist inside me and go to the same place they always wind up at. A dead-end.