Why didn’t you listen to him?

The beautiful bird that hung around his garden, annoying the Knives Millions to no end, suddenly became so important to him. It was a simple question, all you needed to do was agreeing to his offer.

Yet you shook your head in defiance at him, wanting to keep your freedom. Even when he gritted his teeth and pleaded with you, all he received was a firm ‘no’. How dare you defy him? How dare you deny his desires?

In that moment, he saw red.

When his senses returned, he finally looked at you. There you lay on the ground, trembling in excruciating pain as you clutched at your body. Your beautiful feathers were dyed in a brilliant color of red. One of your wings had been torn mercilessly from your back, discarded callously as a remnant of his rage.

Knives finally did it. You were his.

He hated seeing you in pain, but it was for your own good that you stopped flying away from him. Approaching you with cautious steps, Knives knelt down beside your wounded form. His hand, with a twisted sense of care, firmly held your arm to prevent further struggling so he could have a better look at your injuries.

It was okay if you lost a wing. He’d take care of you from now on, whether you liked it or not.