They never came back. All empty promises from an empty race. But maybe this time. He was who she had been looking for. She had suffered for 13 years, and he was finally here. Maybe it was him. Maybe he was coming back. She had had loved him a long time ago, in centuries long ago. He had wanted to hold her, and she had let him. He smelt just like he had the last time she had seen him. Smoke and Bourbon.
He had asked to hold her then too. She had both of her wings than, and had never loved before. She was full and empty at the same time. And then the man took him away. And she just empty.
This time she freed him though, better off gone than with her in this Hell. She couldn't even call this place Hell. Hell was a lot warmer from what she'd heard. Thinking of this 225 shivered. Dalen could be heard coming down the hallway. He knew what she did. He always knew. She could never make him forget. He was worse than the man on the string. Much worse. She could never make him forget, but Dalen could always make her remember. Make her remember what he did to her.
Dalen had promised her once that if she worked for him, he'd never do anything to her that she would remember. It was so tempting for such an innocent little Angel, but she knew what he could do. She had saved the world far to many times for her morals to flee for just one chance at freedom. One chance, 225 shuddered and curled up into the corner of the cell. Dalen was so close now.
Rape, it was so disgusting. She never felt clean anymore. Dirty, a dirty little angel. And helpless, her hands were always bound when they came. Helpless and dirty. She hated this place, she hated this world.
A new guard was in tonight. She was who they showed the new guards to first. She was so tiny and fragile. Men always needed to feel superior. They always wanted her to give in, like the other girls. She would fight to the end.
Man weight forced her down onto the cold pavement. Her white dress slid up, she screamed, kicked, bit and scratched. She would fight to the end all right, except there was no end for an angel.
He had asked to hold her then too. She had both of her wings than, and had never loved before. She was full and empty at the same time. And then the man took him away. And she just empty.
This time she freed him though, better off gone than with her in this Hell. She couldn't even call this place Hell. Hell was a lot warmer from what she'd heard. Thinking of this 225 shivered. Dalen could be heard coming down the hallway. He knew what she did. He always knew. She could never make him forget. He was worse than the man on the string. Much worse. She could never make him forget, but Dalen could always make her remember. Make her remember what he did to her.
Dalen had promised her once that if she worked for him, he'd never do anything to her that she would remember. It was so tempting for such an innocent little Angel, but she knew what he could do. She had saved the world far to many times for her morals to flee for just one chance at freedom. One chance, 225 shuddered and curled up into the corner of the cell. Dalen was so close now.
Rape, it was so disgusting. She never felt clean anymore. Dirty, a dirty little angel. And helpless, her hands were always bound when they came. Helpless and dirty. She hated this place, she hated this world.
A new guard was in tonight. She was who they showed the new guards to first. She was so tiny and fragile. Men always needed to feel superior. They always wanted her to give in, like the other girls. She would fight to the end.
Man weight forced her down onto the cold pavement. Her white dress slid up, she screamed, kicked, bit and scratched. She would fight to the end all right, except there was no end for an angel.