You’re wincing in pain, crying in your husband’s neck and clinging on him, the back of your dress untied as he’s sweetly removing your wings from you. He loves them so much…

You’re used to him caressing them. He even locked you in his mansion to keep you for himself. But you didn’t think he’ll take them from you.

He strokes softly your hair as blood covers your back and the bed.

”Shhh… it’s alright my dear.”