didn't like my lack of luster.
"You're going to pretend to be unfazed again, I see." As his henchman walked, Barcel stayed in step with him to be in my face. "Do you know what I found quite humorous during my stroll around the compound?"
I didn't reply. Men like Barcel weren't really asking for one.
"This one man talked about a canary. Well, everyone has been since Caine's slip from earlier," he chuckled.
I kept on my mask, trying to show I wasn't scared of him. He saw through the little cracks that warned me he knew something he shouldn't.
The Hulk holding me, stopped in his tracks. Barcel fisted my hair to force my face up higher than it naturally wanted to go. His dark eyes churned with his evilness.
"You took something from me that wasn't yours to take. Now, you'll pay the price of losing me Simone," he hissed. "A blade below the wing will get the Canary to sing..."
Just like that, I couldn't see the room around me. I felt my body being tossed and gone was the hallway and my safety. The trauma of my past demanded me to revisit.
Fighting my mind for dominion, I found the room I was in to be completely dark. The cement floor was cold below my sweating palms, and my knees got scraped through the orange fabric of my jumpsuit.
I tried not letting the sensation of similarities burden my mind, but I played right into Barcel's hand. Thanks to Caine, everyone now knew my kidnapper had been Dolion Garrick.
"A little birdie found her wings... Just like her mother, I'll make her sing." Dolion's voice echoed in the darkness around me.
I flipped my body, landing on my rear, crab-crawling backward. My eyes tried adjusting to the black of the room, but they couldn't see as my panic set in.
"P-please..." I cried. My heart sat in my throat as I tried to keep the logical part of my brain awake. My body pleaded to shut down like a human, being mauled by a bear.
But I couldn't allow that.
If I went belly up to Dolion, he'd gut me. I knew this because I watched him do it to my mother. She had rested in the fetal position, falling victim to his madness a few times.
She hadn't been the only angel Dolion broke. He killed them all as their grace was robbed from their dying breaths. He took great pride in not having anyone live to tell the tale.
I was his only surviving victim. That's why I knew I wouldn't fare against him now. He wanted me dead.
It didn't come from just living through his madness. I also took something of value away from him. I won that day, and for that hollow victory, I'd die if he got close enough.
My eyes scoured the darkness ahead, but what I hadn't been expecting was for him to be behind me. Dolion had waited by the door the other men threw me through.
With a knife now at my throat, I held completely still. Even as I swallowed, I could feel the sharpness of the blade digging into the tender flesh. My head remained strained, trying to sit higher than the cool metal. My chin was held up as well because I waited for my executioner to slit me.
Instead of feeling his knife slice, it recoiled from the curve of my neck. Before I could breathe a single breath, I felt him take the tip and run it down my spinal column. His other hand caught my scalp, holding me in place.
He put enough pressure behind the drag so I could feel the path with an uncomfortable pain. It also ripped my jumpsuit, splitting it down the spine. With a little trickle, I knew he broke a little skin as he did so.
I knew this tactic. I saw him do it to the others.
He was trying to call my wings forward. Dolion had mastered the torturing of angels. His craft was one of sick perfection.
Still, my body fought the urge to spread my wings. There were ways to get the secrets of heaven out of an angel, and Dolion knew how.
After he finished with the length of my back, he dug the knife into my right shoulder blade. Going from below, he pierced me deep enough to just barely miss my lung sitting beyond my rib cage.
I gasped as he managed to go between my ribs as well. It hurt in a way one should never know, but that wasn't what