Sadly, when the next morning she woke up and opened her eyes, she saw that she was in an unknown bedroom where she slept and the memories from yesterday came like a wave. She stayed in the bed for who knows how long, she cried and cried and cried until she couldn't cry anymore. Her throat felt dry and her eyes hurt from the amount of the tears but all she could think of is "how to escape?" but soon she realized that she couldn't do that because as much as she wanted to, she promised to stay and she had to take her. She finally sat up when the door opened, she as fast as she can covered herself with the blankets and turned so whoever came inside couldn't see that she was awake.
The person only stopped next the bed, he breathed heavily making big, warm clouds around his face winches diapered in the next moment. Softly, he sniffed her sending a warm cloud to her back, in this moment she knew that it was him, the cat-like monster from yesterday. She didn't dare to breath but in the main time there as a question that she had to ask if she is staying.
So, when the monster was about to leave, she sat up again and when he arrived at the doorway she asked :
- What should I call you?- He turned, of course he knew that she was awake, and watched the woman sitting up and facing him.
- If I'm going to stay here then I should know how to call you. But I'm not your servant so "Master" isn't an option.- He looked coldly at her, of course he prepared himself that she will be different then the others but he wasn't called anything other than "Master" for years. He didn't excepted to be called other than that but he won't force her to call him her "Master", this is not hostages call their keeper........."sir" would probably be suitable but how is he going to tell her that if he hasn't spoke in years ?
- What about "Chat" ?- The monster looked at her again.- You look like a cat so....Can I call you "Chat"?-......"Chat" was rather an insult, like calling someone "Monster". To be honest it's a rather convenient name but it still didn't show any kind of respect, it was like a nickname given by a close friend. Those thoughts crossed his mind when he heard her stupid excuse for a name. But then again, he wasn't called in any name for years and the idea of being called something else then "Master" and how she said it made him like the idea.
He suddenly looked at her, again and groaned and nodded, she was still afraid but that name and the fact that she knew how to call him gave her some confidence. She smiled at him softly before he left the room, groaning.
- I take that as a "yes"!-Now, she was more than confident knowing how to call this creature, although she was still afraid what surprises this place keeps for her. She wished that it wouldn't be necessary to speak much with him even thought she knew, that wish won't come true. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock, she covered herself again but this time not full as she told for the person to come in and surprisingly, she saw that the same turtle-like man came inside, stopping at the end of the bed and softly bow down.
- Good morning Miss! The Master ordered me to give you some fresh cloths so you can change into them after taking a bath. Also, the chef wanted to know if you are allergic to something, anything? And what would you like to eat for dinner?- He said with one breath and she totally amazed. This servant was really kind and less scary, even thought that he was a monster he showed a lot of respect to his "Master" and even towards her, not as much but he still did.
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How to love a Monster
RomanceInspiated by The beauty and the beast. And by The book of life. What would happen if a god chose a little boy to become a monster? Would he do it just to show to the godess that humans aren't whort their life? And what happen if a human wo...