You were in the garden of the desolate castle you had been staying in for the last couple nights. You had willingly sacrificed yourself to stay in the castle instead of your father as punishment for something he had done. You didn’t even mind the man who was the owner of the castle. You had actually grown to fall in love with him and his voice. But you were unaware of his true form… he didn’t let you see the monster he actually was.

Sitting in a comfy chair, you leaned back, enjoying the presence of Netvor behind you. He had his hands on your shoulders, slowly rubbing them in circles. Unlike the rest of him, his hands were actually human. You turned your head to see if you could catch a glimpse of what he actually looked like but he stopped you, sliding his hands up to grasp the sides of your face.

“Stop. You won’t like what you see.”

He told you. Netvor seemed uncomfortable with how he was touching you, like he wasn’t used to the action.