Chained and restricted, Iris was caged in the dark room where not even a ray of light could reach without Lake’s permission. Miley could see nothing in the pitch black room, but she could hear the moans of a breaking angel.
The excruciating pain she felt when Iris was captured had faded. Torches were set ablaze in the room and Lake trod in with heavy steps. Iris’ clothes were all tattered, drenched with blood that flowed constantly through the wounds where the chains pierced her wings and body. Repugnant, Miley stepped away from the two. Even the mere sight of Iris was enough to make her hyperventilate.
“Look how easily your wounds heal. I have to keep on cutting you, plucking your feathers and damaging your internal organs to control your energy, otherwise it is enough to destroy the e
