Writing Prompt #122

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Writing Prompt #122: Who could ever believe that she could be mine, such a strange and beautiful creature?

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    “Who could ever believe that she could be mine, such a strange and beautiful creature?” I heard him say on the phone.

    His grizzly voice sent shivers through me. I never saw his face. It always was covered when he came in to see me. He kept me chained to my bed. He never let me see the sun.

    I was left in a cold, dark cell, just big enough for a bed and a bucket. He kept me gagged so I wouldn’t scream, even if could. My throat was so dry I couldn’t even let out a whimper. It was torture. I barely had room to spread my wings, which at this point were too delicate and frail to even lift. They just dragged behind me now.

    “I heard it’s good luck to have an angel feather. How about the whole angel? I must have the best luck possible!”

    He was a tall, grotesque man, always reeking of bourbon and cigarette smoke. Somehow, he’d found out where I was hiding and set a trap to capture me. I don’t know how he did it. I was always careful. I’d been since my mother was captured.

    “You want how her for how much? 5 million? Hell yeah, I’ll take the deal!”

    I heard the cloth bag he used to cover his head rustle as he put it on. The heavy metal door screeched open and he walked with the weighted thumping of his feet. I looked up at him, the bright light from the outside room outlining his built frame and blinding me.

    He grabbed my face and squeezed as he spoke. The strong onion smell of his breath oozed through the bag and violated my nose.

    “Looks like tonight’s our last night together. How about we have a nice going away ceremony for you, girly.”

    He grabbed my bound hands and pulled them up, lifting me to my feet. He forced me to turn around giving him full access to my drooping wings. He pushed me against the wall and laughed as I tried keep my legs steady.

    “You’re the best pet I’ve ever had. Even better than the last one. She didn’t last more than a day. She couldn’t handle my kind of love and she just broke.”

    He put his rough hands on my exposed torso and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

    “You’re a lot more fun.”

    Tears fell from my eyes as I imagined him doing the same things he did to me to my mother, and how she probably cried like this hoping I’d never have to feel the same pain she did.

    He brushed the hair off my cheek so that he could see my face.

    “Now now, sweetheart. I’ll miss you too, but don’t cry. You know when you cry it just makes me want to hurt you more.”

    I tried to stop, but at that point I no longer had any control over my own body.

    “You must want me bad for you to be crying like that. I’ll make sure you never forget me,” he growled as he grabbed hold of my wings.

    I clenched my eyes shut as I prepared myself for the excruciating pain I knew was coming.

    “This one’s for you,” he said, ripping off a handful of my feathers.

    For the first time in a long time, I heard my own voice as the foreign sound tore through my throat in the form of a bloodcurdling scream.

    I felt the deep chuckle in his chest pressed against my shoulder.

    “My favorite sound.”

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