I got kidnapped 5 months ago by a monster, a monster, yes. A monster that can roar, a monster that harms people, a monster that..

A monster that protects me, a monster that touches me gently. People call her a beast, a disgusting being.

But those eyes say otherwise.

She doesn't hurt me, she talks to me gently. She might be scary at times, although she never tells me hurtful words.

She can use that raspy, deep voice in another way..;)

I touch her horns and giggle as I sit on her lap. I feel her large hands on my back.

"Give me your hand." I smile and compare my hand to hers.