I had adjusted to the silence after several months, tuning my auditory perception to the smallest of sounds. I heard his footsteps recede down the hallway and my wings went slack. They had responded to the fight or flight mechanisms in my brain.
I heard his footsteps return and huddled in my cage, wrapping my wings around me. He had a plate of food with him, most likely for me as I hadn't eaten for a couple days.
He placed the food inside my cage. Giving me an encouraging smile, he told me to eat up. "You need your energy, my sweet. For one day, you shall fly like the pretty little angel you are."
I couldn't affirm his statement about me being pretty, as I had only seen my reflection on rare occasions and wasn't given enough time to study my appearance.
My thoughts were interrupted by loud clangs and several pairs of boots running down the hall. Suddenly the door was kicked open by a man in a uniform, followed suite by other men in similar dress. They were armed with weapons, their guns pointed at my abductor.
He reached for something but was tackled by one of the armed men, pinning him to the floor and rendering him unconscious.
An unfamiliar male approached my cage, crouching down in order to look at me. His head was covered in a chocolate halo of dark hair, framing his sculpted features perfectly. He was young, judging by his face, perhaps around his mid 30s. He had a kind, almost pitying look in his eyes, although his face remained expressionless. The way he studied me irked me, for I felt like some caged animal at the zoo.
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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.
