Bridget woke up with a small whimper, pain coursing through her body as she layed on the bed. Her mouth dry and her beautiful eyes that radiated innocence and joy had lost it's spark, her body weak and slimmer, and as she tried to move she whimpered again as her back hurt, where they broke her beautiful wings off, her wrists red and slightly bleeding from the heavy chain and she couldn't help but let her tears fall down.

"You're making it worse by moving. Is it so hard to grip that in your pretty little head?" She heard a cold and dark voice, so low as if it was coming from the deep and that sent a shiver down her spine, already feeling scared just from his voice. The voice of the Devil