Page 6 of Angel Unchained
Knox
Something squirmed in my hand and I squeezed more, trying to separate the terror of being in this shithole and what was before me.
Tiny nails scratched across my hand as the being tried to get free. But my body healed the wounds nearly as fast as she could injure me.
She.
A female.
“Fuck.” I jerked my hand from her throat, and she crumbled on the stone floor, gasping and choking. The sound of her hitting made me cringe. I hurt everywhere from the torture I'd endured day in and day out. Fresh wounds on my ankles and wrists had healed over so many times I knew even my magic wouldn’t be able to remove the scars if I ever got out of this fucking nightmare.
I squatted down in front of the female who clasped a hand to her throat and scooted away from me, glaring at me like I was a monster. Good. I didn’t need complications in my life.
She was a tiny thing. Not an Angeliminir like me. No wings or horns. No scales like the guards here. Barely any hair either except on top of her head, which was a brown color that hung to her shoulders. Though her eyes were full of emotions zipping in their dark depths.
“Who are you?” She swallowed.
I used her same language, motioning to her with my hand and she scuttled back into the far corner of the cell. “I-I thought you were one of them…a Roulex.”
“What are you?” she asked, her voice raspy.
Why had the fucking runt gotten so close to me? This was a prison for shit sake. “Stay out of my way.”
She lifted her pointy chin. “I’ve studied all the known species, but don’t recall… ones like you.”
I shrugged. We kept to ourselves. Or at least we did until the fucking wars and Roulex invaded our planet. They wanted the secret of our quick healing abilities and our magic. But I’d never surrender. Never give them shit. Even when they had ripped out my heart—my Celica. She was so good and pure. Golden hair and wings. The light of my life.
The pain surged up, twisting around my heart, cutting me deeper than any of the Roulex’s blades.
“Wait, how is it we can understand each other?” She arched an eyebrow. “They didn’t give me a translator.”
“Don’t need one.” I tapped the side of my temple.
“Wow. Impressive. I’m Samantha,” she eyed me wearily. “Y-You’re not going to eat my liver are you?”
Of all the things I thought this female would say, that wasn’t one of them. I grunted and pain punched my side.
“Hey, it’s not funny.” She crossed her arms. “I don’t even know what you are.”
I sank to the floor and stayed where I was. Last thing I needed was a fucking hysterical female stuck in here with me.
“I’m human.” She frowned. “Why do you look like an angel?”
“Angeliminir,” I corrected.
“I can’t even say that without my tongue getting knotted.” She hugged her knees to her chest. “Wait. Did your people ever come to Earth?”
I closed my eyes, not bothering to answer her incessant talking.
“No. Well…” She paused. “Angels have wings, of course. Though there were a few gods that had wings too. Like Isis and Horus maybe. B-But they didn’t have horns. I mean I don’t think they did. Who really knows? Anyway, maybe your people cam—”
“Don’t you ever shut up?” All I wanted was to rest. To have a few hours of precious reprieve before the next round of torture came.
There was five seconds of precious silence before she spoke again.
“What’s your name, Angel?” she asked, her voice echoing off the cell walls.
This had to be some new torture the Roulex had invented. An irritating female that didn’t know how to shut her fucking mouth.