Freya’s heart pounded in her chest ; fear and pain coursing through her veins as the other held her to the ground with his force . She attempted to squirm , her wings pinned out like a butterfly in a collector box .
Her golden hues linked to the other , watching him , the emotions swirling within them as he neared . The look of disgust was nothing new to her , many gave such glances .. sometimes , she even believed those looks . Snarling under his hold like wild animal , fangs bared , she glared , “ could’ve fooled me — “ but she quickly wiped the look away as she felt her small burst of confidence burn away.
Already wounded + this = Awful timing .
“ I’m sorry — I’m sorry , I just - “ she started , but had a feeling it would do no good either way .