One hour later.

Feliciano's breath was heavy from all the screaming he had done. His lips tasted bloody and he couldn't move his right arm correctly.. He was pretty sure that last guard had broken his arm, but he couldn't give into the pain. The pain was what proved to him that this was real. Not just a nightmare.

Feliciano spit at the door just as it was opening. His bloody spit hit a white shirt. The person walking in looked down at his shirt. Feliciano couldn't tell what the man was thinking, but he flinched, expecting another hit.

That hit did not come. Instead the man waved the guards out. His words were in a foreign language and sounded angry. The only reason the guards probably left was because they expected the stranger to hit Feliciano.

The man sat down on the floor on the opposite side of the room from Feliciano. The man just looked at the winged boy, which was different from everyone else he had seen so far.

Most people who came in to see Feliciano had demanded to see his teeth or examine his wings or other poking and prodding. Most of their touches were lingering and in all the wrong places. Of course Feliciano fought back. How else could he have gotten these injuries?

But this new man didn't do anything. He just sat on the ground, looking up at Feliciano with an unseeing stare. The man wore a mask like most people here. Only his wasn't a masquerade mask as much as a Phantom of the Opera styled mask. Some people seemed to bedazzle their masks or add white feathers. This man had done nothing, it just fit on his face.

Feliciano didn't pay him any mind as he looked down at his bound wrists. He probably looked like something out of an S&M magazine. Pathetic and helpless. Oh Feliciano cared about his looks, but not enough to hide himself. Instead he pulled on the chains on his wrists. He didn't care that someone was watching him, Feliciano wanted out.

"You're mine," the man in the corner said.

Feliciano did not answer or change his course of action. It wasn't like Feliciano was hiding his attempts as escape. He was pulling at the chains that connected him to the wall behind him. But the man made no move to try and stop Feliciano.

The man was silent for a few minutes just watching Feliciano struggle. "Did it hurt?" he asked.

"If you are trying to hit on me then try something other than, 'because it must have hurt to have fallen from heaven,'" Feliciano said angrily. He knocked himself to the ground as he tried to pull away from the walls. It was useless so Feliciano curled up into a ball and waited for something else to happen.

"I was talking about when they put on the wings," the man said.

Feliciano glanced up to look at the man. He still looked the same as just about every other man Feliciano had seen in the past few years. However he was still different at the same time. Feliciano could see the ocean in the man's eyes and blood on his lips.

"What?" he asked trying to confirm what the other man was thinking.

"Exactly what I asked."

"Of course it hurt," Feliciano said. "But why would you ask? It's not like you're going to care. All you are going to have me do is tie me down to a bed naked until you 'break my spirit.' Am I right? Or maybe you're going to sell me off to try and recuperate your losses when you're done having your dirty way with me. Just leave me alone."

The man slowly shook his head and said in the softest voice Feliciano had heard since he came here, "I would never hurt you."

Feliciano opened his mouth to ask what the man was talking about. But a guard came in and said, "Time to go."

The man stood up regretfully and said, "See you later Feli."

Feliciano watched the man leave from the floor. Feli? That was his name wasn't it. Feliciano opened his mouth and tried that name on his own lips. "Feli." It felt incomplete in his mouth. "Feli...ciano. Feliciano." Was that really what he used to be called? he hadn't used his name or tried to correct anyone who called him their 'angel' in years. It was useless.

"Feliciano," he said again. "Feliciano. Feliciano. Feliciano. Feliciano." The door was starting to close when Feliciano realized something. "Wait! How did you know that?" He screamed out the question even though the man was already long gone. He was too late now.

Author's note:

Thanks for all of the reviews I've gotten so far. That's pretty much all of it.