He needs to shut up

“I’ll give you one chance, will you be good?”

“Fuck you!” Dorian spits back. With this, he’s sealed his fate. Aiming at his face, you press a button and start to type. “What are you—“ Dorian is unable to finish his sentence as his lips press together tightly. A zipper sprouts from his skin and seals itself. With that, you are now in complete control of his mouth. You break off the pull of the zipper, Dorian hisses slightly in pain as the zipper begins to fade, melting into his skin. He tries to open what remains of his mouth in protest but the smooth skin won't allow for his jaw to move very far.

“Now, you’re going to be a good boy if you ever want to open your mouth again.” With that, you slip the tab into your pocket.