Something I was writing all day yesterday. FA is being a butt and won't let me submit it because of the file type. I'll cover this up with yet another filler journal after. Lol. Both characters belong to me, as does the writing. c:

Warning for violence/gore.

"Tried to run from me, hm. Tried to fly away from me, didn't you, my little bird?" his voice was like needles on her skin, a black-gloved hand rested carefully on her back. She didn't move, she didn't speak or even look at him.
Her lack of response caused his grip to tighten, the fabric of her cloak gathering between his fingers, which made her back tense.
He lifted his free hand, cradling her chin and tracing two fingers around, up to the top of her head before clenching a fist in her hair and jerking her head back to look up at him.
She shifted her eyes to look away from him, the muddy green glow from her right eye casted a faint light over her face.
He drops his grip on her clothing and removes his mask, casting it aside to the floor.
"So. How about we clip your wings?"
Her eyes flickered, fear now sitting in her gut like cold lead.
She knew what he was going to do.
She had to get away somehow.
As soon as he let up his grip on her hair, she abruptly started to stand. "No, no," he shoved her back down, bearing down on top of her with most of his weight and running a hand up her side "Can't have you running off again." he sat up, trying to roll her over onto her back and made a small tear in the top of her cloak while doing so.
He fit two fingers into the tear, then another two from the opposite hand and ripped the garment from the waist up to the neck, her struggling aiding the action.
Lazily tearing it the rest of the way around, he pulled the heap of fabric free and cast it aside, leaving her sickly thin and bony top half completely bare.
"Now, my little bird." he grinned "Stay put whilst I go retrieve my things, or else your punishment may grow more severe." he stood, turning on one foot to exit into a different room.
She just laid there, weak, knowing what was about to be done to her. She couldn't fight it.
Couldn't fight him.
She was so weak.
Why?


Finally, he reentered the room, carrying a knife with a black blade and a green and silver hilt in one hand, three scarves in the other.
"Ah, you stayed put! Lovely. Now," he knelt down next to her "Since I don't trust you to not stir up commotion during this..." he set the knife aside and brought both of her wrists to rest on his knee, binding them with one of the scarves with surprising gentleness.
Carefully, he laid her down on the floor, tugging the remaining part of her cloak up around her waist. She didn't even hesitate, giving in to whatever way he moved her.
He then bound her ankles with the second scarf, but hesitated with the third.
He set it aside next to the knife and leaned down close to her, eyes filled with regret as he lightly kissed her on the cheek, which made her eyes immediately well up with tears that trailed down her face as he wrapped the last scarf around her mouth, making sure to tie it firmly but carefully.
He set both hands on her shoulderblades. The action would have been almost comforting, had she not known what was about to happen.
Then he heard it, she felt it.
The sickening snap.
She whimpered, squirmed under his touch, choking back her tears and trying to brace herself for what was going to come next.
As he lifted his hands, they broke through and grew at a frightening pace and she let out a muffled cry of pain.
A pair of pitch black crows wings, dripping with swamp green blood.
He rolled her onto her side, she hesitated some, but complied anyway.
She heard him pick the knife up off the floor and tensed all over, letting out a muffled, shaky sob.
He set the blade against the base of one of her wings, gripping right above where the blade sat.
As soon as he made the first cut, her heart nearly stopped.
She choked back a scream, every muscle in her body tensing even further.
He dug in deeper with the blade and tears poured from her eyes as she clenched them shut, letting out whimpers and groans of sheer agony.
Finally, the wing broke completely off and was thrown uselessly to the side, blood leaking from the scarcely feathered stump.
The next few minutes of the other wing being removed were a gory blur to her.

He just stared for a moment, dropping the knife to the side, processing exactly what he had just done.
He was terrified.
He untied and removed all of her binds in a panic.
"No, no." he stuttered, cradling her in his arms "God, no."
She was limp, though still somewhat cognizant. Her head lolled back and he quickly reached to support it with one hand.
"Oh, god, my little bird." he whispered, tears welling up "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." he held her close to him, sitting on his knees, just cradling her as if she would break apart into a million pieces at any moment. He kissed the top of her head, almost choking on his whispered words as he sobbed
"I love you."