Her Cold Beast And His Dark Beauty

ADAPTING

The maid's picture

Arty-san

Took me a few months to write.
And put together

You peeps are going to need data for this chappy unless you don't want to see what our MC is wearing and there are quite several pictures in this chapter

And small letters without any capital letters are when the character is whispering

Also, I found Pishka's father

Pishka's POV

Woken up by the sound of shuffling nearby, the feeling of dust clogging my nostrils. Soon causing me to sneeze heavily... whole sneezing, the sensation of pain spiked (stabbed) at every nerve in my body. Thus causing me to forcefully stop myself from sneezing any further, to ease the pain

Once I stopped sneezing, I don't dare to move on the bed again. Cause when I sneezed earlier my whole body moved upon reflex and my bones felt like they were grinding against swollen flesh inside. And I couldn't do anything about it

[AN: Now imagine twisting/breaking a bone then, rubbing the swollen flesh with a stone. Now that is what the MC is feeling but from the inside]

Which in this case were the muscles inside my body. While trying to ease the pain by lying still, I notice the dry and sore feeling in my throat. My hand slowly reaches up to my neck, feeling the bruise

A clothe came in contact with my fingers and judging by how painful it felt from the slight pressure I put on my wrapped-up neck. I couldn't help but whine

I think it swelled up... It hurts a lot... everywhere hurts

Slowly looking around I see that I'm on a bed. Hearing shuffling happening in the room to my right, I turn my head to see a stranger. A woman with beautiful chocolate brown skin looks up at me, her brown eyes making contact with mine. She stops what she was busy with then silently approaches me

Stopping in front of my bed... wait this isn't my room or my bed. Then I remember yesterday's events, my eyes gloss over as my heart rate tripled in seconds. Still looking at her, I notice her observing me... closely, her brows furrowed

Maid: Where does it hurt, miss?

Listening to her speak was like a nail being hammered into my head, with every word she spoke. I groaned internally but held myself from making a sound

My poor head!! Ugh! never mind, just be nice to her

I reply, only for it to come out in a faint dry raspy whisper

Pishka: my... my neck... head... everywhere hurts

Forget being nice to her... I can barely speak don't even talk about sitting up with my throbbing head