I sat upright in unpleasant shock and memories of pain and suffering came flooding back to me. My eyes adjusted from long, painful hours of sleep to a dark room. My sight at the outside world was interrupted momentarily by thick iron bars. Upon further inspection, I realized I was in a small cage.
An over-sized birdcage.
My heart raced as I heard low, footsteps. They echoed off the walls as the man approached the cage. I scutted back a bit, until my back hit the iron bars. I wanted to get as far away as I could from the man. The man who made me this atrocity.
"How is my angel in her cage?" He purred in his raspy voice. "I would let you fly, but I am afraid you would never come back." His voice sounded as if someone made his vocal chords by hand.
The man noticed my discomfort and gave me a gentle, coaxing smile in an attempt to calm me. He reached through the bars on the cage and touched the side of my face, in a creepy gesture of comfort. "Hush, my sweet. No need to be afraid. You are much more beautiful now...truly an angel."
I scooted backwards from his touch, giving the man a silent glare. "You turned me into a monstrosity." I hissed, my voice low and quiet, but not lacking the venom required to inflict pain upon him as his expression faltered.
I noted the faint creases in his skin, placing his age around 40, despite the almost youthful bowl cut he sported as a hairstyle. His large neck bulged and he appeared irritated, but smiled at me nonetheless.
"Poor dear...You must be awfully lonely by yourself. Don't worry you'll have a few friends to accompany you soon. Perhaps they will turn out to be just as perfect and beautiful."
The man assumed his former standing position as he ascended from his haunches. I peered up at him through the bars of my cage and watched as he exited the room, leaving me alone once more.
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The angel in a birdcage
FanfictionThe last victim of the angel maker, has survived. She is different than the others though. Her wings work, and she is his daughter.
