Dim lights, the gross smell of metal, and a cold room in the middle of the woods.. you wake up very slowly but as you do pain shoots through your body.
You a sat on a chair, tied down with your wings out forced upwards with rusted bloodied hooks hanging from the roof. Drips of blood tickled the skin, most if not all the feathers are plucked one by one.
This is Mason’s punishment. This is Mason’s shed, his bear traps, his tools, his workbench.
Mansi felt pain from her bleeding wings, that were not covered in feather. She felt pain all over her body, letting out a groan. She kept her head down as it was pounding from getting punched in her face.
She tried to move her wings but couldn't from them being forced open. She had to breath through her mouth from her nose being broken from tbe punch. She hears him from somewhere, then says.
She felt blood in her mouth from getting punched. She spits the blood out of her mouth as she almost now hate the metallic taste of her own blood.