This will involve blood, purposeful burning/ cutting and a desperate Feliciano. Just thought I'd give you a heads up.

The next morning, Sunrise, Same place.

Feliciano's eyes opened instantly at the sunlight that peaked through his eyes. He sat up and looked around in confusion. Where was he? Feliciano took catalog of every piece of furniture, trying to piece everything back together. There was a large window on the entire east wall of the room. There were beige curtains that were supposed to keep sunlight out of the room. There was a chair next to the bed that was a soft brown. A wooden chest laid at the foot of the bed with a large dresser across from the bed. A large pile of brown blankets was curled up in the center of the room with a faint snoring coming from the blankets. That was what jogged Feliciano's memories.

"Oh," he said sitting back naturally. His wings ruffled lightly at the memory of what was ahead of him. A mystery employer by the name of Henry and a silly girl Feliciano's age.

He rubbed the top of his head and sighed. At least he was out of that lab. Feliciano rubbed his heavily scarred arms. He hissed as he felt his arm. Oh yeah. The guard from before.

Feliciano ran his hand over his injured arm. He was wrong about his initial assumption. It was just badly bruised, not broken. He looked down at it and could already see the deep purple bruise starting to form.

He stood up to look for something to wash up with. The water it the tap had to be safe. No drugs or alcohol to force on Feliciano. No sand at the bottom of a water bottle or leaves. No faint smell of urine coming from the container. Actual trustworthy water.

Feliciano walked over the brown pile of blankets and walked down the hallway. Henry had shown him a bathroom was somewhere around here. Feliciano opened maybe four doors before finding it.

He used the toilet and washed his hands, making sure to scrub really hard. He looked up in the mirror and was stunned by what he saw. When was the last time Feliciano had seen a proper reflection of himself? Weeks? Months? Maybe even years. Usually when Feliciano saw himself it was in the reflection of dirty water or clean metal or glass ware. Never in an actual mirror.

Feliciano whined as he touched his bruised face. He had a deep purple bruise under his left eye. His once permanently closed eyes were wide and... painful. The whites of his eyes had red veins that Feliciano could have sworn were pulsing in time with his eternal headache. His brown hair was matted with dirt and blood.

Feliciano let out an audible whine as he looked at himself. He touched the mirror. At least he didn't look that dirty. He was probably washed for the auction. Maybe his hair had more sweat and blood rather than dirt actually.

Feliciano beant over the sink and emptied the contents in his stomach. He had been eating through a tube for the last who knows how long. But he always did this in the morning. He washed the green acid down the sink and rinsed his mouth out with water and some soap.

He had to think really hard. What was going to happen next? What had Henry said before? Something about a job. Who cares about that? Feliciano had to get out of here. And he couldn't do that while he had this thing on his neck.

Feliciano opened all the cabinets and found a pair of scissors, some nail clippers and a curling iron. Not much to work with but it was enough.

Feliciano started with turning on the curling iron. Maybe he could burn the collar off. It would get hot but eventually It might get pliable enough to break off.

Feliciano waited a minute to make sure that the iron was nice and hot. He held up the steaming iron to his neck. He pressed the tip to his neck and felt the hair on the side of his neck start to singe. He could smell burning hair. Feliciano started to pant as he felt his skin start to burn. But he wasn't done yet. He needed to get rid of this collar.

A sharp beep came from the collar and the iron fell out of Feliciano's hands. It fell onto his arm before unplugging and falling into the sink. Feliciano gasped and clutched his burned arm. Was that an alarm? Had he gotten the collar hot enough?

Feliciano took hold the scissors and started trying to cut into metal. It was useless but he had to try. If you didn't try you already failed.

Something started pounding on the door, but Feliciano didn't stop. Tears were falling freely from how much pain he was in. But if he gave up he wasn't worth it.

The door slammed open to reveal Felicia. She was staring in shock at what Feliciano had done to himself.

"Feliciano," she said hesitantly. "Put away the knife."

"It's a pair of scissors," Feliciano said going back to his cutting. It would come off eventually right?

"I don't care what it is. You are hurting yourself. You're covered with blood," she said walking closer to Feliciano. Feliciano backed away from her in response.

"I don't care," he said. "I need to get out of here. I need to find my family. I just need to leave here. Don't try to stop me."

Felicia stood her ground and looked at Feliciano. "Then stop this nonsense!" She nearly screamed at him. "Put down those God forsaken scissors and start thinking. You are not just some idiot. You're smarter than this." She reached for the cup next to the sink and filled it with water. She removed the curling iron from the sink and set it aside. She threw the water at Feliciano's face and watched the water sizzle away on the hot collar/

"What have you done?" Feliciano asked looking in the mirror. That hurt to get it that hot.

"Saved you from a third degree burn," she said setting the cup down with a slam. "What exactly made you think this would work? These things are made of metal! They aren't just going to come off with a rusty pair of shears and curling iron. Curling irons don't even get that hot. It'll just end up hurting you."

Feliciano shook his head violently. "I can't give up. I just need to... I need..." Feliciano lunged for the nail clippers but was pushed back by Felicia slamming into him.

"Stop it! This isn't you!"

"I need to go back!" Feliciano shouted. He started shaking as he rubbed his arms. "I dreamt of what I used to be, what I used to have. I have to make sure they are still alive." The tears were no longer just of pain. "I have to see my family again. I remembered them and I miss them. I need to make sure they are still alive."

Felicia shook her head and crossed her arms. "And what if they aren't? What if you're greeted with tombstones."

"Them I'll die there too."

"You're a coward."

"So what if I am? I'll be happy!" Feliciano wiped away his tears and looked at Felicia. "You wouldn't understand. I was in there for years. You were only in there for a few months. How can you be so calm?"

Feliciano ran around her and down the halls. He was looking for some way out. Any way. There had to be some way to get out of here. Maybe if he just kept running he would get out eventually. Feliciano ran into a wall by accident and fell on his ass.

He looked up at the wall and shrunk back instantly. It wasn't a wall. It was Henry.

Henry looked slightly red in the face, there was a little sweat on his forehead. He wasn't even dressed properly. The mask was gone, his shirt was unbuttoned. Feliciano could tell that he must have shaved at least a little judging by how much chest hair Feliciano could see.

Henry sighed and rubbed his forehead when he saw Feliciano on the ground in front of him. So it was Feliciano that had set off his alarm. He squatted down next to Feliciano and looked at his collar.

"You damaged it," he said looking at the discoloration and the redness around Feliciano's neck. He was alarmed to see blood but didn't let it show. "I should punish you for doing that."

Feliciano shook his head quickly and started backing away from Henry. No, he couldn't handle anymore pain. "No," he said in a broken whisper.

Henry stood up and stepped on Feliciano's leg. He didn't step hard enough to hear a crunch but he knew that Feliciano was going to be hurting after this.

"Stand up," he said getting off of Feliciano.

Feliciano nodded quickly and stood up. He knew his leg was going to bruise. Just another injury to add to all the others. He favored his leg and looked at the ground.

Henry reached out and touched the damaged collar. He knew it would still work. But he wanted to inspect Feliciano's injuries. He must have used some sharp object along with whatever he used to burn himself.

"You should get some ice on that," Henry said stepping back to look at Feliciano.

Without warning he pushed Feliciano into the wall and pinned him down. Feliciano was panicking in his head, preparing for a beating. But it was far worse. Henry pinned Feliciano's hands above his head with one hand and held his face with the other.

"Don't bite," Henry warned as he jammed their mouths together.

I felt guilty not updating this on Wednesday for some reason. So I did it at 1 AM on Thursday... *sighs* There won't be any sex next chapter. Even though I really want to write it for these two. You have no idea.