His Plumpy Mate
his words were soft, voice gentle.
“I'm a monster, I'm a monster.” She chanted over and over, her hands shook, body quaking over and over.
He held her hands, forcing her to look directly at him, their eyes meeting, “Doll, you're not a monster, you're my mate, and don't you think I'd know if you were one?”
But his words seemed to be like he was pouring on water stone, she couldn't hear, her eyes remained blank, staring into the distance.