I kept myself in my protective ball of feathers and skin in the furthest corner. I poked at the food in the plate wondering if it was worth it to take a bite. The stranger seemed to read my mind.
"I wouldn't eat that if I were you. We will get you some proper food after... all this." He said, taking the plate out of my cage.
My eyes whipped around the room to the uniformed men, back to my abductor. The man on top of him threw the keys to the cage, to the man in front of me.
The man showed me his empty hands. "I am just going to let you out." The man slowly rose on his feet and found the key hole on the top of the cage and threw open the top. It clanged on the ground behind me.
Catching my heightened caution and nervousness, he stepped back and signified for others to do the same. My kidnapper, named Elliot, was pulled onto his feet, with his hands cuffed behind his back.
My eyes slowly panned around the room. I flinched as my eyes met Elliot's. Shakily, I uncurled my wings from around my body.
"It's okay. We're here to help you." Said a new, lower male voice.
The man was bigger than the first. His skin was dark in complexion and was a lot harder to read than the first. His expression was ice cold as he held tighter to Elliot. I placed his age at 40s as well. He wore a long, beige overcoat and a bulletproof vest underneath.
My stomach growled loudly, and I let out a little pained whimper.
"Why is she not coming out?"
"She's terrified. There is a bunch of men in uniform, with guns, alongside the perpetrator. Leave the room. I will talk to her."
"Be my guest." The man said before leaving the room, followed by everyone else, except the one man.
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The angel in a birdcage
أدب الهواةThe last victim of the angel maker, has survived. She is different than the others though. Her wings work, and she is his daughter.
