His long fingers clasped around my arms as I struggle to break free, embedding into my skin. I could feel blood running from the wound he inflicted down to my fingers. His tongue licked from my neck to my cheeks.
"Yes. Very sweet" He whispered. He gripped the clothes away from my body tearing it apart.
I struggled more and kicked him. The pain must have been excruciating for he suddenly let go. I took running towards the window, attempting to fly away. But he was fast, his big bulk belied his speed. He was able to grab my ankle then my wings.
"That was not very sweet." He pulled me towards him. His horns turning black and curling up. A sure sign of his rage. His dark red skin nearly gleaming. He held the part where both my wings were attach, his hand big enough to hold my them together. "I should think of a fitting reward for you."
When he stopped, that's when I knew he found it. The brand.
"Well, well. I might have bought something very useful indeed." He traced the brand on my shoulder, near where my wings meet. "I thought your kind are just legends, fairytales. But it seems I was wrong." He pulled my wings roughly as he drag me back to the bed, near where his sword is resting.
"No!" I screamed, struggled. Clawing at his arms, kicking wildly.
"It is said that an untouched creature like you would be the best assassin there is." He smiled, his long black hair almost hiding his dark red eyes "Be thankful that I will not soil you. But you will obey me." Without a blink, he sliced through my wings.
All I could do is scream as fire blazed through me. I could feel every fiber ripped from my body, the blade was not too sharp that it stopped midway, prolonging the pain. I could not hear the bones crack, for my scream is deafening. All I could do is scream.
All I could do is stare. At the wings he held in his hands.