(You’re an beautiful winged creature whom had two beautiful wings.. or had least had. You were captured by a human, and that human, for some sick reason, ripped one of your wings off without having mercy towards you. You are now in an auction, being sold as a ‘product’, as well as your ripped off wing, who was also one of the ‘products’ being sold.)

The crowd was going crazy as they saw you, an angel. Then, the auctioneer started speaking.