Cynder lie awake in the dark, the after effect of Eshira's fear eating her alive. She could barely keep her eyes open, but everytime she tried to sleep it would not come. She wanted to get up and stretch her wings out, but every time she moved a painful burning sensation shot through her entire body. Her mouth was dry to the bone, but she hadn't been given water, or food, in days. But most of all, above everything else, she wanted to be in the warm embrace of Spyro again.
She risked moving her head to a more comfortable position, but regretted it instantly. Along with the burning sensation there was also the collar, which by now had ground down her scales and was rubbing along the soft skin underneath. There were even times where it activated at random, and the pain it brought steadily got worse each time. She just wanted it all to end, even if that meant death.
Then, the door opened. Cynder prayed that it wasn't Eshira, but prayers have never worked for her in this place before. She walked in slowly, looming over Cynder like a shadow. "Stand up," she ordered, but Cynder couldn't. "Stand up!"
"I...ca-n't..." she groaned, but that only got a whip on her back from Eshira's tail.
"There's plenty more where that came from. Now get up," she said forcefully, raising her tail up high again. Cynder finally got the will to stand up, every movement of her muscles like a knife stabbing into her. She was just about up when Eshira's tail cut into her back again. "Faster."
Cynder sucked in a painful breath as she was whipped, but did nothing to go faster. Eventually she was up, but she couldn't even hope to walk. She felt her own warm blood trickle down in between her scales from her back, then dripping down to the floor with little plips in the already inch deep pool.
Eshira tapped her necklace again and two skeletons rose, pushing Cynder to the shackles hanging on the wall. She idn't have to walk or even move much, the blood on the floor let her slide mostly. Soon, the shackles were again on her wings and clamped down tight. One of the skeletons was at the wheel and already turning it slowly, the heavy chaines rattling audibly as they were pulled around the large gear. For the moment Cynder was still standing regularly, the chains not pulled tight yet. But, she knew it was coming.
It took an agonizing minute, but finally Cynder was held tight to the wall by the chains. She would have screaned again, but when she opened her mouth all that came out was a low moan. Estura laughed and approached her, extending a single claw. "I have a surprise for you, Cynder," she said, making a deep cut along each bone of her left wing. She rose her claw up to her mouth, licking the blood off with a twisted smile. Eshira then did the same to her other wing, a cut along each bone. "But first, a little present."
The skeleton at the wheel took that as a cue to turn the wheel, farther than it had ever gone before. Cynder moans in pain again, and Eshira only laughed. It didn't take long for the skeleton to stop turning, not because it was told to but because it was too weak to go further. Eshira expected as much and approached the wheel, putting a paw on it so it wouldn't spin back around and pushed the skeleton aside. She turned it just a few more inches so the prong her paw was on was horizontal, another twisted smile appearing on her face.
She pushed the wheel down another few inches, then put her other paw quickly on the next prong. An audible pop was heard as both Cynder's wings became dislocated, and she released a muffled cry. Eshira chuckled warmly as he heard and saw her wings, but she was nowhere near done with her. She now put both feont paws on an upper prong, then put all her weight on it and wrenched it down. The wheel spun another time with the sheer force of it, and Eshira saw the bloodied shackles at the end of the chain spin around with it.
As Eshira forced the wheel down, Cynder's entire body tensed up and she fellto the floor. She opened her mouth and screamed as a pain worse than that of the collar's exploded in her body. It was an unbelievable blinding pain, and she felt like she was going to be sick because of it. This pain only piled on top of the whips on her back, and another one came as Eshira brought her tail down on her hard. "Too loud," she said. Lucky for Cynder, though, the majority of the pain subsided quickly. But, the pain was still there and was now throbbing. She felt a river of fresh blood pour down from her wings, which she saw out of the corner of her eye. Glancing over to just check them, her eyes grew wide.
Her wing was lying on the ground a few feet away from her, blood pouring out of the end. Eshira had torn off her wings.

I'm stopping it here on , but I'll keep updating on my dA page. It's just annoying to submit the chapter two times.

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