A beast in chains

My darling, my beast. He growls and beats the chains that he is forever enslaved too. He can feel the rage over his vains and his misanthrope gaining strength.

No one wants to be close when he transforms, fearing his glare, rage and power.

She listened to his growls and howls from the distance and his raging screams makes her heart vibrate with ease. While feeling scared and not very useful she began trying to communicate with his heart.

Cause even in full darkness and madness she would still feel his weak and pleading soul asking for help.

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