Ziege
Ward never cared how he left me when he was done. I had lost count of the times he had my wings broken and bound in order to subdue me into submission.
The first time my life changed for the worse was on my fifteenth birthday. Now everything was too late. Could I change my ways? Maybe, but at this point, as I lay in Ward’s cold, wet, and dark dungeon, my deeds hurt too many people. I consider this my just deserts.
I knew Drake would be hurt, but keeping him away from this was the best thing I could do for him. I was not worth saving.
Ward had been more ruthless than usual to my body this time. Had I not done something to his liking? Whenever my punishment came, the special place inside my head was my favorite place back to my happier and more innocent times. I never wanted them
